Page 4 of My Brother's Billionaire Best Friends

“Through your teeth. You do that when you’re freaking out.”

I swallow. “You remember a lot.”

Jack’s voice drops. “I remember everything.” His hand is still on my elbow.

And then…

Then he kisses me.

No warning. No preamble. Just heat. Tongue. Memory. His hand sliding to my waist, then to the small of my back.

It hits like lightning. My body surges toward him without permission, but panic rises in my throat. “Wait—what are you doing?”

He smirks a little. “Distracting you. This time, I’ve got help.”

Another set of hands touches my hips. Gavin. His breath is warm near my ear. “Tell us to stop.”

I can’t. This is reckless and stupid and possibly illegal, but I can’t say the words.

I don’t want to. But this is so foolish. I can’t just… What even is this? An ambush? No. It’s not like they planned to get stuck in the elevator with me.

Jack kisses my throat, and warmth floods me.

Harrison says nothing—just presses behind me, solid. One hand braces on the elevator rail. The other trails down my arm.

“I—this—” I try. I really try to say stop or something. Someone should.

But then Jack’s mouth is back on mine again. Gavin’s lips brush my neck. Harrison murmurs something low and obscene against my skin.

The elevator may be stuck. But me? I’m breaking loose. This isn’t what I fantasized. All those years ago, when I stupidly fostered my crush on my brother’s best friends, I pictured frolicking on a beach with them or sharing a great big bed where we could take our time and do it right.

Not in an elevator while I’m mid–panic attack.

Jack’s hand slides up my inner thigh beneath my skirt. “We’re going to distract you, Parker.”

I should say no. This is inappropriate. It’s wrong. It’s?—

Oh, hell. His fingers. I forgot how good he was with them. They cup over my underwear, massaging. There’s no stopping the whimper that shoots out of me. It’s been too long since anyone touched me like this.

Seven years, to be exact.

Gavin leans close as Jack drops to his knees. His cold brown eyes flicker all over my face, settling on my lips. “If you don’t tell us to stop, we’re not stopping.”

I know what I should say. But I can’t think straight with Jack’s fingers working me over.

“Don’t stop.”

His dimple flashes when he smirks right before he kisses me. It’s different from Jack, lighter, tentative. At first. But then Jack pulls my underwear off and ducks his head under my skirt, making me moan on Gavin’s lips, and that’s all he needs to hear. His tongue slips past the seam of my lips as he deepens the kiss.

I feel like I’m falling, and I’m not sure if I care.

Harrison, still lined up behind me, grabs my hips and presses against my backside. He’s hard. For me.

The shock of that knowledge does something to me. I got Harrison Gunn hard. Jack remembers a lot, specifically where his tongue should go. My knees are loose, and I’d wobble onto the floor, but Harrison’s grip holds me in place. He growls in my ear, “I’ve always wanted to see you come undone, Parker. Will you let me see that?”

Not sure I have a choice. Jack’s mouth is too talented. “Yes.”

“I feel you trying to ride his face. Let me give you a hand.” He hoists me up until my ass and thighs are held up by his forearms, like my own personal throne. He’s so strong to hold me up like this. Jack readjusts, never missing a beat and following us into the position, hiking my skirt up around my waist. Harrison’s hard cock rubs up against me from behind, teasing my ass. I lace my fingers into Jack’s hair. I need something to hold on to.