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MAKAYLA

I can’t believe I’m actually considering it. I certainly didn’t expect them to spell it out.

But what about Oscar? I can’t imagine Kellan and Alex indulging in kinky sex without their brother knowing. Could I really have all three of them—just like I’ve always dreamed?

“What’s on your mind, Kay?” Kellan asks.

“A lot,” I admit, my voice low, “but I can hardly function right now.” I glance at his waist, mesmerized by the way the water ripples over his chiseled abs.

And then there’s Alex, lounging on my other side, looking just as scrumptious.

“I’m finally noticing the subtle differences between you,” I say, allowing a soft smile.

“Is that so?” Alex replies, a playful sparkle dancing in his brown eyes. “Go on. My curiosity is piqued. How can you tell us apart?”

“I’m going to close my eyes,” I say. “You two switch places, and we’ll see if I can tell you apart.”

“Challenge accepted,” Alex says with a grin. “But that means I’ll have to ditch the trunks.”

“Then lose them.”

The demand slips out before I can stop it. Alex flashes a broad smile and nods.

“Let’s see what happens,” he says, his voice dropping a sinful octave.

The power shift electrifies me, and I’m determined to savor it.

I sip my drink and shut my eyes. The water swirls as they shift, and a wet thud tells me the trunks have been flung aside. I peek, catch a blur of motion, then close my eyes again and wait for them to settle.

“Knock on the rim when you’re ready,” I say.

Tap-tap.

I open my eyes and study them. The man on the right is a touch bulkier; the one on the left is leaner and taut. Giddiness bubbles up as I set my glass on the ledge. This is going to be fun.

I push off the bench and drift to the right. Placing a hand on his chest, I pretend I’m a shopper inspecting prized merchandise. A jolt of electricity snaps through me. This is intense.

“Hm… I wonder,” I whisper, my gaze locked on his.

I slide two fingers down his torso toward the impressive prize between his legs. For the sake of scientific integrity, I need to know exactly how he feels. I’m fairly certain he’s Kellan, but I’ll wait for conclusive evidence.

He watches me, drawing in a deep breath—he knows exactly what I’m up to. We’ve already agreed where this is headed. Some might call it torture; I call it foreplay.

I wrap my hand around his cock—already iron-hard. His girth overfills my palm; my thumb can’t even graze my middle finger. Liquid heat pools between my thighs at the thought of that magnificence splitting me open. Still, I drift to his brother.

“Okay, okay.” I draw out the words, stoking the tension. “Let’s see…”

The water feels suddenly hotter.

I press my palm to the next man’s chest—his muscles are different, harder, denser. One brother’s build is subtly rounder; the other is compact and cut.

“What’s my name?” the second brother asks.

“I haven’t examined all the evidence,” I tell him, my voice raspy with arousal. “Give me a minute…”

He clears his throat and glances at his twin. On the far side of the tub, the third brother looks ready to join, but he merely lifts his drink and watches, hunger smoldering in his eyes.

I slip my hand beneath the surface and cup his erection. He’s heavier—maybe a shade darker, and easily as thick. Sweet heaven, I can picture both of them inside me, stretching me beyond my wildest dreams.

A moan escapes my throat as I pull back. “You’re Alex, and that’s Kellan.”

“How can you tell?” Alex asks. “We’ve never been this close before.”

Kellan sets his drink aside and glides up behind me. One hand settles on my shoulder as he sweeps my hair away. He lowers his lips to my ear and whispers, “Are you sure?”

“Oh, I’m sure,” I say.

“Are you, now?” His voice turns wicked.

My heart hammers. For as long as I can remember, I’ve wanted one—or all—of these men, and now I have at least two. It’s the bargain of a lifetime, and I’m not about to squander it.

“Pretty sure,” I say.

“How sure?” Kellan asks.

He cups my breast through the thin swimsuit, my nipple pebbling against his palm. Lust swallows me whole—in a hot tub perched on a snowy mountainside, of all places. It’s happening fast and yet feels achingly overdue. I lean my head back on his shoulder, all in.

Alex pushes off the bench, and suddenly I’m pinned between them, soft and melting against their hard bodies. Each man claims a breast, and Alex’s low grunt vibrates against my skin as he squeezes.

“I think you’re just guessing,” he says, and I feel his rock-hard cock wedged against my lower belly, twitching with desire.

“And I think you’re stalling,” I gasp as Kellan pinches my nipple, the sweet sting shooting through me and dragging me toward the razor’s edge.

Words fail me, so I just nod. Alex brushes my jaw, then claims my mouth with a tender, searching kiss. An entire world blooms inside that kiss—I open to him like a rose in spring, my body reawakening as if it has been waiting for this moment.

He tastes of fresh orange juice with a teasing bite of champagne.

Behind me, Kellan kneads my breast, his cock pressing firmly against my backside. Together they hold me, a living shield against the outside world. This place is our own pleasure paradise and nothing has the capacity to intrude.

Alex finally breaks the kiss, leaving me breathless. Before I can speak, Kellan spins me into his arms and claims my mouth.

“Come here, darling,” he growls.

He tastes different—darker—even though we’ve all been drinking the same thing. His tongue is a touch rougher, his stubble abrading my cheek in the most delicious way.

As we kiss, Alex slides his hands over my shoulders, working his way across my back and down my spine. Suddenly, having two of them here seems like the most natural thing in the world.

I’m reckless, unmoored—by the time Kellan releases my mouth, I’m seeing stars.

“So,” Kellan says, tucking two fingers underneath my chin. “What’s my name again?”

“Kellan,” I whisper.

He smiles. “You got it right.”

“I knew it—I’d recognize you anywhere,” I breathe, draping my arms around his neck.

I slide against him, wobbling in the swirling water, and Kellan scoops me up with effortless grace. Together, he and Alex guide me to an underwater seat at the edge of the Jacuzzi. Alex adjusts a nearby heat lamp, the added warmth chasing the last chill from the night air.

“I know your voices before anything else,” I confess. “Before I touch you, I hear you.”

Kellan gives me a hungry smile. “Always knew you were a bright girl…”

My eyelids grow heavy. Above me spreads a wide blue sky and the jagged tips of the mountains. The twins take turns ravaging my mouth until I’m breathless, senseless.

Hands roam my torso with practiced ease, gliding up and down my bare midsection. The slow dance of pleasure devours me from the inside out.

“You feel incredible, Kay,” Alex says. “Do you have any idea how fucking enticing you are?”

“Well, I might’ve had a clue or two, but it’s nice hearing it from you,” I breathe, then moan when his grip tightens on my hips. “Oh, damn…”

A familiar pressure coils low in my core. Not yet , I warn myself—we’ve only just begun. But my body doesn’t listen. It hums with energy, throbbing with need.

I clutch a strong shoulder as if it’s a life raft, the tension in my belly winding impossibly tight. Alex captures my mouth again and slips between my thighs, while Kellan nibbles my shoulder, tugging the bikini strap aside so he can feast on bare skin.

I moan when someone tugs my bikini bottom aside—no time to remove it, just enough to reach my slick heat. My hand dives underwater, finding the nearest cock and stroking eagerly.

“Fucking hell, Kay,” Kellan groans.

“You’re too big for me,” I tease him.

“Careful—you’re begging to be proven wrong…”

Two fingers slide between my slick folds and sink into me. The world ignites—thunder crashes in my ears, an invisible crowd roaring approval. It’s ecstasy incarnate.

I slide my hand from the thick base of Kellan’s cock to the sensitive tip and back again, matching the rhythm they’re forging while their fingers drive me toward another plane of existence.

Those fingers plunge deeper, dragging me to the brink. Alex latches onto a breast and sucks hard, making it the final straw for me.

“Come for me,” he hisses, gently biting down.

All of my internal muscles clench up. I explode in a quivering orgasm, gushing underwater and all over his hand as he strokes me and squeezes every drop of pleasure out of me.

“Oh, God!” I cry, shaking with pure ecstasy.

Every inch of my body feels sated. I can’t believe this is really happening, and the fun is only just beginning. With my free hand, I grab the hair at the nape of Alex’s neck, dragging him down for another kiss.

Our mouths fuse as Kellan replaces Alex’s fingers, plunging deep inside me. I’m kissing one man, stroking the other—enough to rocket me straight back into the stratosphere. Somewhere, the prudish version of me raises a timid hand.

We’re right out in the open , she warns. If anyone steps onto their balcony, they’ll see everything.

The thought almost scatters as Kellan’s fingers curl inside me.

“You’re relentless,” I whisper. I want to return the pleasure, but my sensible side wins out. “Can we take this inside?”

We can’t unleash ourselves in the hot tub—no matter how many others have done it. If I’m going to let go completely, I need a sliver of privacy.

Alex grins. “I thought you’d never ask.”