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ALEX

I let out a shaky laugh. “I need a minute.” I’m still floating in a honeyed haze from the aftermath of reaching ecstasy.

Kellan drops into an armchair and drains an entire bottle of water. Predictably, I’m hard again. Makayla is otherworldly, and I’m nowhere near ready to face the consequences of what we just did.

I need to sink even deeper inside this woman and discover heights within myself that have never been reached before.

Oscar comes out of the bedroom, carrying Makayla in his arms. He sets her gently on her feet, arms poised to catch her if her knees give out. I know from experience that three men at once can be a lot for a woman to handle.

Her gaze drifts through the heated haze of the room before finally landing on me. I dare to hope.

“You look astonishing,” I tell her. And I mean every word.

The afterglow looks gorgeous on her.

She pushes away from Oscar and wobbles forward. He trails behind her to make sure she doesn’t fall, but it’s the momentum that does the trick. After taking a few tentative steps, she flies into my arms.

“We’re not done yet,” Makayla says, kissing me with a passion I wasn’t expecting.

“You don’t have to–” I begin, trying to put her needs first.

“Oh, no, sir. Not with that cock begging for me even now…”

“Wow, you get nasty when you’re horny,” I chuckle and bring a hand up to squeeze her breast, then pinch the nipple until the sting rips a hiss from her throat. “I love that about you.”

“Take me… again.”

That’s all the permission I need, but she’s nothing close to passive. She slips a hand between us and wraps her fingers around my cock. She strokes me faster, a reckless grin curving her lips.

I swear I’m falling in love.

And that’s dangerous territory. Yet here she is, tender from the raucous fucking and still ravenous for more. She won’t quit until we’re all wrung dry. I watch her sink to her knees, fingers circling the base of my cock with bold confidence.

“Kay, what are you?—”

In one fluid movement, she swallows the whole thing down to the hilt. The sudden, wet heat blows my mind. The molten heat of her mouth, the velvet squeeze of her throat… fucking hell. It’s all too much.

“Easy, baby—you’ll make me come too fast,” I say with a breathless laugh, guiding her chin up.

“Are you sure? I love the taste of you, Alex,” she says.

Kellan chuckles softly. “We’ve got time for a gourmet session, too, baby. There is no rush.”

“Unless you’ve got someplace else to be?” Oscar teases.

She gives him a broad smile. “I’m not going anywhere, darling.”

“Good. Let me.” I help her onto the couch and settle her against the back cushions, propping her up. She licks her lips greedily. At this rate, I doubt we’ll get much sleep until morning.

I press my thighs against hers, my knees perched precariously at the edge of the cushion. I blanket her body with mine, savoring every last inch of skin against skin. When I slip inside, my mind goes numb.

This is the happy ending I’ve been chasing all along. I rub my cock against her inner walls, sparking sensations I’ve never experienced before. Makayla is the real thing—capable of taking all three of us and begging for more.

I drive myself deeper, teetering on the edge of sanity. “I’ll never get enough of this perfect, juicy pussy,” I whisper shamelessly in her ear.

“You’re already my favorite drug,” she says with a soft grunt.

She reaches back to grip my thigh, urging me deeper. For one breathless second I think I can last forever, but my body seizes and I shudder.

I press tight against her and let go. She’s sweet, slick, and gloriously sweaty—utterly ravished and radiant. I rest my head on her shoulder, breathing in the mingled scent of all four of us.

“We’ll wear ourselves thin at this rate,” I say.

“I could die of happiness,” Makayla confesses.

“You’re not going anywhere yet,” I reply, kissing her cheek.

I know she’s probably exhausted, so I simply roll onto the couch and capture her in my arms. My cock slips free, resting heavy between her thighs. She moans, snuggling back against me as she lazily strokes my jaw.

M inutes pass in a peaceful, sated silence.

“We should move into the bedroom,” Makayla says, drowsy and mellow in my embrace. “I’d love to spend the rest of the night in bed with you. All three of you.”

“That sounds perfect,” I agree.

Kellan clears his throat. “Which bedroom? Do we draw straws?”

“Mine,” she says with a giggle. “I want you on my turf.”

Oscar’s phone pings. He’s sprawled on the sofa beside us, relaxed and not remotely ready to face the world, but he still hauls himself upright to check the screen. I watch him closely, his brow furrowing as he reads through a text message.

“Oh, shit.”

“What is it?” I ask.

“Bryan just texted me,” Oscar says. “He’s on his way.”

“Shit,” Kellan snaps.

“What? WHY?” Makayla moans.

“Carry her into a bedroom,” Oscar tells me, a sense of urgency coming over the three of us at once.

“Carry me into my bedroom, at least,” Makayla insists. “Ugh, leave it to my brother to spoil the entire moment.”

I shoot Oscar a sour look. “Hold on. What does Bryan want? Can’t it wait until tomorrow, at least?”

“I tried to push him off till tomorrow, but he hasn’t answered. He’s probably close.”

I half tumble off the couch—there’s no graceful way to dismount. Turning around, I sweep our precious lover into my arms. She gives me a grateful smile, her eyelids drooping sleepily. I carry her to her room, nudge the door shut with my foot, and lay her gently on the bed.

“Alex,” she says, reaching out for me.

“Yes?” I ask, sitting down beside her.

“Why is Oscar mad?”

“He’s not mad,” I assure her. “Oscar’s just worried about what Bryan will think.”

Makayla closes her eyes like even thinking is too much right now.

“Maybe I should get you some coffee,” I offer. I know the aftereffects of lovemaking this intense can take hours to fade. Bryan will know something’s up if Makayla’s too exhausted to finish a sentence.

I kiss her forehead before letting myself out of the room. Kellan’s still walking around naked, but Oscar’s got some pants on. He fumbles with the buttons of a work shirt while scooping up the clothes we scattered earlier.

“Won’t you put some pants on?” Oscar says.

“I don’t like any of this,” Kellan mutters.

“You can hate it and still get dressed. Bryan will be here any second.”

“Bro, why don’t you make Makayla some coffee?” I suggest, trying to give Kellan something to do so he won’t piss Oscar off.

“Bryan’s on his way,” Oscar says, waving his phone like a warning flare. “We need to get dressed and make this place look less like a raunchy sex fest.”

“It’s precisely what happened here,” Kellan argues. “In our suite.”

“With HIS sister,” Oscar shoots back.

And there it is—the grim truth we ignored while we claimed Makayla again and again only minutes ago.

“Come on,” I say, grabbing Kellan by one arm and leading him toward the kitchenette.

“Fine,” he grumbles, but moves.

I leave him standing over the sink with the coffee pot in his hand, then hurry over to speak with Oscar in private. “We’ve got a problem that has nothing to do with pants. Makayla’s a little loopy right now,” I say in a low voice.

Oscar gives a small, almost secretive smile. “What can we do?”

“I don’t know. Can you stall Bryan? Tell him that we just got back from the ski slopes and need to take a shower or something.”

“Right. I’ll handle it.”

He disappears back into his room to make the phone call.

I wander into the kitchen and flash my other brother a triumphant grin. “We might be out of the woods this time.”

“Good. It doesn’t mean I like the way we’re sneaking around…”

“You didn’t have a problem with it earlier,” I reply.

Kellan gives me a pained look. “I didn’t know she’d hook me the way she did. Alex, Kay is… God, she is something else, entirely.”

“And to think Oscar worried she’d be the one falling hard. Look at us—completely whipped,” I say with a low laugh.

Kellan pauses. “We should talk about this later.”

“About what?”

“About Bryan. We should find a way to tell him. Ideally sooner.”

“Give it a minute,” I tell him. “We don’t even know where this is going. It could end as soon as we hop back on the plane, Kel.”

Worry shadows his eyes. “I don’t think Bryan will react well.”

“I mean, even if he doesn’t like it, there’s nothing he can do, right?” I ask.

Kellan switches the coffee pot on and a moment later it gurgles into action. “I don’t know. We’re not in the sixteenth century, so he can’t order her to stop seeing us.”

“True,” I agree.

“But he could feel hurt,” Kellan says. “Offended. Disrespected. Appalled, even.”

I stare at him in genuine dismay, injured by the words. The last thing I want to do is to hurt Bryan. He’s our best friend and has been since we were kids. “I was hoping we could all be one big, happy family.”

“Me too,” Kellan admits.

Oscar emerges from his room, tucking in his shirt. “Okay, I stalled him. He’s going to give us an hour to get ready.”

“Good,” I sigh deeply.

“I’ll hit the shower,” Kellan grumbles and stalks back to his room.

Oscar glances over at me, shaking his head. “What’s that about?”

“Telling Bryan about us.”

But I don’t want to dig deeper, so I raise my hands and walk away. A hot shower sounds perfect right now.

We’ve got to figure this Bryan thing out quickly, or it’s going to ruin everything.

But yet again, the final vote belongs to Makayla. She has the most at stake; as Bryan’s sister, her call matters more than anyone’s. For better or worse, the three of us are bound by our business partnership and shared success. Their sibling bond is sacred—nothing comes before it.