Page 13 of My Ex’s Billionaire Brothers (Forbidden Hearts #5)

ANYA

I’m shaking from head to toe by the time Theo lifts me to my feet. My knees feel wobbly, and my pulse pounds so loudly in my ears that I can barely hear the faint hum of the motel’s air-conditioning. The sharp scent of soap lingers in the air as he pulls me into a breathless kiss.

He holds me to him, and I must have done good, because he’s hardening up again. But then he breaks the kiss, abruptly shattering the spell. He slides a steady arm around my waist, turning me so I face the mirror.

I catch a glimpse of my flushed face—lips parted, hair tousled, cheeks bright with heat. But my gaze shifts to him, and I’m a little proud. Theo Carver, the unflappable man who looks like the human incarnation of the word “business,” looks shaken.

Of course, that dragon tattoo tells a different story. But now isn’t a time for stories, so I don’t ask about it. Maybe later.

Theo stands behind me, his lean, shirtless body pressed against mine. His gray-white hair is damp, and his expression is intent. “Look at yourself. You glow when you’re happy.”

My heart flutters, and I grip the bathroom counter for support as I follow his order. He’s not wrong. I look different. I’m not sure I truly recognize this version of myself.

I have always loved giving a blow job. But that’s the secret to enjoying them—they have to be given willingly. Billy was ruder about it than Calvin, but neither of them was particularly patient about getting them. So I taught myself how to enjoy the process, if only to get through it more easily.

Turned out, I really liked doing it. Calvin and I were together long enough for me to figure that out, and I’m so happy I got to do this with Theo. The man needs to be shaken up loudly and often. The poor guy is always so tense whenever I see him. He needed this.

Oh, who am I kidding? I needed this.

Slowly, Theo’s hands move up my sides, reaching the hem of my shirt.

I meet his gaze in the mirror, and a spark of challenge passes between us.

He peels the cotton fabric over my head, tossing it aside.

Warm air caresses my newly exposed skin, and I watch as my reflection changes shape—my upper body revealed in the stark motel light.

It’s not flattering at all, and nervousness has a grip on me. My boobs have faded stretch marks. My stomach is round, and my thighs…I’ve never been fond of them. A minute ago, I felt so confident. I had him by the balls. Now? I don’t know what I am.

My voice shakes. “Um, I’m not sure if this is a good idea.”

But that only makes him smile. “Getting to see you naked is always a good idea.”

I appreciate the sentiment, but this feels too exposed. “It’s just…” I’m not even sure how to say it out loud. What do I say? Get me into flattering light?

But then his dark eyes fill with something like awe, and that nervous voice in my head quiets. He tours every curve with his fingertips, tracing lines on my shoulder and down my arm, as though learning my shape by touch alone. My breath catches each time he finds a new spot that makes me tremble.

He leans in close, his breath fluttering against my ear. “You’re beautiful. This part right here…” He brushes the back of his knuckles along the curve of my side, just beneath my rib cage. “Perfect.”

The way he says it, so calm and measured, sends a shiver through me. It’s not a careless compliment. It’s like he’s made a study of me and decided every inch is worth revering, no matter how I feel about it. Like he knows about all the parts of me I avoid looking at in the mirror.

My eyes drift back to the sight, and I see the flush of my skin, the shape of my hips, the excited rise and fall of my chest. I don’t know what to think, but I like seeing me through his eyes.

Theo’s hand moves lower, slipping beneath the waist of my underwear, and he takes his time peeling them down. My breath comes in short gasps as I watch the process in the mirror. Somehow, I manage to stand there, letting him undress me completely.

The reflection is mesmerizing—my figure gradually revealed, inch by inch.

But the mirror stops short, and now I can’t see what he’s doing, but I feel it.

His fingers graze over my thighs, never reaching between them.

He kisses the back of my neck, and I can hardly keep my eyes open from the overload of sensation.

His voice rumbles, tickling the fine hairs at my nape. “Allow me a moment to state the obvious. You are exquisite, Anya. There’s a softness to your hips and thighs that captivates me every time you move.”

I swallow an objection. “I—I’m not sure I’d call it captivating. It’s just…me.”

“The curve of your waist, the fullness of your figure—each detail fascinates me. Your body is extraordinary, doll—and I consider it an honor to have witnessed your orgasm.”

I giggle. I can’t help it. “An honor?”

He nods solemnly. “Without question. Though I do have a question of my own. May I touch you more? Service you the way I wish?”

His painfully polite question is my undoing.

I can’t even speak—my throat goes dry. I nod, and that’s all it takes for his fingers to slide through my folds, already so wet I can hear it when his fingers speed up.

His other arm bands across my chest to reach my nipple, a finger drawing circles there. His touch sets me on fire.

I lean back, trying to angle to kiss him. But he dodges. “No, doll. Watch yourself be touched.”

I gulp and look in the mirror again, locking my gaze with myself. It’s seconds before I feel like I’m falling. Into what? I’m not sure. Theo has me; he won’t let me fall. But somehow, I feel like I’m sinking into something new.

Heat builds and builds until I’m dizzy with it. I can’t help the soft cries that escape me, shoulders bowing under the force of sensation. His touch is strong and sure. He knows exactly what he’s doing to me. I see it in those hauntingly dark eyes.

He nips at my ear and murmurs, “Feel that?” Two fingers slide into me, stretching me open to him. “Feel the way you throb for me? The wetness on your thighs, the hunger deep inside?” His fingers spear deeper when he says “feel” and “inside,” like he’s weaving a spell with my body.

I can’t stop moaning, so his free hand covers my mouth. My hips jerk to angle better for him, to take him deeper. Something in that moment solidifies everything for me.

I want this. I want them. And I’m not stopping until I have them.

The realization brings me to the edge, and his fingers do the rest, spiraling pleasure through me. My body jerks with every echoing throb of my orgasm until I finally settle in his arms.

By the time I come back to myself, I’m breathless, my thighs shaking. Theo stands and gathers me close, pressing gentle kisses to my temple. My body feels weak, satisfied , yet I’m still buzzing with adrenaline.

As he turns me around to kiss me, I murmur, “More. I need more.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“More as in…?”

I’m not even nervous when I say it. “All of you. Now.”

He lets out a hiss, whispering, “Fuck yes.” He kisses me once, harder, fiercer than before, then takes my hand, and we leave the tiny bathroom for the main part of the suite.

Until the cold air hits me, I had completely forgotten just how naked I am. But I’m not cold for long. The look on Gage and Hunter’s faces when they see us is nothing but pure heat. There’s a charge in the air, and I feel it on every inch of my skin.

Gage stands in boxers, and Hunter in his lounge pants. The eldest Carver brother’s muscles have their own muscles, and his brother is no slouch in that department either. Merely leaner. Looks like the two queen beds have morphed into something more inviting for four people.

Gage says, “We caught an earful and thought having a larger bed might be useful.” He gives me a slow, heated once-over. “You alright, baby?”

I nod, crossing the few steps that separate us. My heart thumps at the way Hunter’s lips quirk in a half smile as he takes in my naked body. I exhale, steeling myself. It’s now or never.

“I’m ready,” I tell them, voice trembling only a little. “For…everything.”

The tension in the room ignites like a spark to kindling. Hunter steps closer, slipping his arm around my waist while Gage brushes a gentle palm against my cheek. Theo stays close behind me, his presence a protective warmth at my back.

Gage’s knuckles brush against my cheek. “You have a choice?—”

“I know that.”

He smiles slightly, then brings that knuckle under my chin, forcing me to see only him.

He has the face of a man who does manual labor for a living, but I know for a fact he doesn’t.

Tan from being in the sun, not from a tanning bed.

That superhero jaw. There are fine lines around his green eyes and brackets on either side of his mouth.

A lifetime of memories on his handsome face.

“You have a choice in everything at every step of the journey,” Gage says firmly.

“There’s no pressure here. If you want something, tell us.

If you want to pause things anytime, you say ‘sunflower,’ and we pause.

We will check in with you. If you want to stop, we stop.

If you want to change things up, we change them up. ”

Talking about this—negotiating things—is slowing me down, and I’m starting to lose my nerve. My voice is a whisper. “Okay.”

Hunter kisses my bare shoulder as he runs a fingertip from my neck down to my breast, where he circles me, making my nipple go hard. “So responsive…” He plants another kiss on my collarbone. “He’s right, you know. Never without your permission.”

I take a breath. “You have it.”

That’s all they needed to hear. Gage juts his chin at the other two, and they step away, giving him the space to bend down next to me and scoop me into his arms.

“Um, what? How? I’m too heavy?—”

“Hush. I deadlift two of you regularly,” he says with no strain in his voice whatsoever. “Maybe three.”