Page 18 of My Ex’s Billionaire Brothers (Forbidden Hearts #5)

ANYA

When we bring the firewood in, Gage and Hunter are rummaging around in the small kitchen area. Theo builds the fire, and it adds to the cozy vibes in the cabin.

“Hey, you two!” Hunter calls from across the room. “Drinking games and snacks in the kitchen.”

I laugh, stepping forward to grab some plates. “Like what? Truth or dare?”

Gage shrugs, cracking open the whiskey. “Never have I ever. It has higher stakes.”

Within minutes, we’re all seated around the low coffee table by the fire, the dancing flames casting shadows across our faces. Hunter pours whiskey into each shot glass, passing them out. The place smells of woodsmoke, whiskey, and a hint of lavender.

Hunter slides a plate of cheese and fruit within reach. “We can nosh while we confess our sins.”

I settle onto a cushion, tucking my legs beneath me. The fire crackles behind us, providing a soothing backdrop. For some reason, it feels like the right time to be brave. “I’ll start. Never have I ever gone skinny-dipping on the Fourth of July.”

Theo and Gage don’t drink, but with a sheepish smirk, Hunter does.

Gage teases, “When was that?”

“A gentleman never tells.”

Theo snorts. “Since when are you a gentleman?”

“Since I made a promise to a lady, thank you very much.”

I smirk at him. “She must have been important for you to keep her a secret.”

I swear, I think he’s blushing. It’s hard to tell, aside from the bashful expression. “That night was my first time,” he admits.

Gage sits straight up at that. “Your first time was on the Fourth?”

Hunter nods. “Yeah, why?”

“When we were younger, the Fourth was a big deal for the Carver family,” Gage explains to me. “We used to gather at our father’s estate for barbeques, fireworks, and whatnot.”

Theo snorts, leaning back on one hand. “Please. Most of those gatherings ended in some kind of scandal. Cousins spiking the punch, or someone’s date jumping into the pool fully clothed.”

Hunter grins. “Or a certain Carver brother ditching the party to fool around with the maid.”

Gage’s eyes flash in amusement. “Which one, though?”

At that, Hunter’s grin turns sly. “I suppose it doesn’t matter if I spill the beans now. She retired. It was?—”

“Emilia?” Theo asks, astonished.

Hunter nods. “Why so shocked? I mean, I know she was like, twenty years older than me at the time?—”

“Me too,” Theo says, smirking.

Hunter blinks. “You and Emilia?”

Theo nods slowly. “When I came back the summer between freshman and sophomore year.”

Hunter chuckles. “We had our first time with the same woman? Cheers to that.” He raises his shot glass, they clink and down their whiskey.

Gage mutters softly to himself, shaking his head.

I’m too curious to let it pass. “What was that?”

“Make it four Carver brothers.” He raises his glass to his lips, a belated toast. “I was on leave for my first Fourth of July in the Marines, and she must have been feeling particularly patriotic…”

Hunter and Theo laugh, but then I ask, “Who’s the fourth?”

But Gage shakes his head. “That’s his secret to tell. Not mine. But I’d be surprised if she didn’t get all our V-cards. She had a thing for completing a task.”

Hunter chuckles, nodding to confirm. Gage purses his lips and shrugs. Theo, for once, looks slightly sheepish. “At least it wasn’t on the same Fourth of July. She was older, flirtatious, and…well, we were teenage boys. It was evidently a rite of passage.”

“A maaaajor rite of passage,” Hunter chimes in. “She was wild.”

A laugh bubbles out of me. “So I’m not the first woman you’ve shared, huh?” The moment I say it, I realize how bizarre it is to be joking about such a thing, but the coincidence is too rich to ignore.

Gage sets his glass down, turning his attention to me. “What about you, Anya? Did you lose your virginity on the Fourth of July too?”

I let out a breathy laugh. “No, that happened in the fall. But I can share the story if you like.”

“Sure,” Theo says softly. “But only if you’re comfortable.”

I brace myself, pressing my lips together for a moment. “Alright. One night, Billy and me were at a house party, and I guess we had too many beers or something. We ended up alone in an upstairs bedroom.”

Hunter leans forward, resting his elbows on his knees. “A house party? He was a romantic, I see.”

I roll my eyes at the memory. “It wasn’t romantic, or at least not in the way I’d pictured. And, well, after that, I felt silly wearing my purity ring anymore. I never put it back on.”

Gage cocks his head. “Did it upset you, throwing away the ring?”

I nibble on the edge of a cracker, choosing my words carefully. “It never fit right, if I’m honest, so physically it was a relief to ditch it.” I exhale, shoulders tight. “But…even before that night, I never liked the idea of that ring. It wasn’t me.”

Gage reaches over to rest a hand on my knee. “You’ve always wanted something you weren’t supposed to have.”

“Yes,” I admit, voice shaky. “The ring fit my finger just fine, but it never fit me .” A shy laugh escapes my lips, and I feel a pang of appreciation for these men who see me for who I am. I wonder if they always have.

Gage gets to his feet and comes around the table, reaching down for my hand.

I give it to him, no words needed. He pulls me up and leads me to the primary bedroom.

It’s simple—just a plaid-covered king-sized bed flanked by two nightstands and a trunk at the end of the bed covered in extra blankets.

The lights are low under the leather-shaded lamps, each embossed with the outline of a deer.

His sparkling eyes penetrate me. There’s no other word for it.

He hauls me close for a kiss that sets me on fire.

He tastes like whiskey and good times. Seconds later, hands move my hair out of the way, aiming for the tie at the nape of my neck to undo the precarious halter knot.

It doesn’t take much to untie it—my boobs are almost too big for the dress’s built-in bra, and the weight of them makes it drop to my feet in a hurry.

I’m standing next to the bed in just my underwear and sandals, surrounded by three incredibly handsome men in a cabin designed for relaxation. I’ve definitely had worse starts to a night.

Hunter takes a stiff breath behind me. “Damn.”

I giggle. “You’ve already had your fun for today?—”

“Bullshit,” he rasps, before spinning me around to kiss me.

It’s unpredictable and rough, and I can hardly keep up when Gage reaches around to play with my nipples during the kiss.

He makes me moan hard as he pinches me there.

When Hunter pulls back, there’s nothing but sex in his hazel eyes. “Anya?—”

Theo nabs me away, his kiss so forceful that we tumble onto the bed. Shock rides me as much as his tongue. I didn’t see it coming. Theo is so restrained, so reserved. Normally.

Tonight is not normal, and right now, I’m on fire for him.

For them.

I tear at his clothes until I reach skin. Theo’s body is lean and muscular, more like Hunter than Gage, perfect for his suit-based wardrobe. Last night, I caught only a glimpse of his tattoo. When I was blowing him, I was moving too much to really see it.

Now, stripping him down, I take a second and look my fill. It’s a beautiful design—Japanese, with hundreds of little scales, all in black and gray and fine detail. Must have taken hours and hours.

Just as I’m about to ask about it, he decides he’s done waiting and kisses me again, rolling onto his back with me on top of him in the middle of the bed. Someone steals my sandals, and someone else goes after my underwear, peeling it down while Theo and I make out.

He rubs the head of his cock up and down my pussy until it notches there. His large hands pause just above my ass, warming my low back. I can’t figure out why he stopped, so I break the kiss to ask.

But his dark, hungry eyes ask a question of their own. Permission.

I give the slightest nod, and he pushes, entering me ever so slightly. I’m shaking—I need this so bad. My words are a needy whisper. “Don’t go slow.”

The corner of his mouth quirks up, and he shoves me down his length, almost painfully. I love it. I cry out, and he groans, “Fuck, you’re too perfect.”

It’s all I can do not to laugh—me? Perfect?

But then he works his hips, rolling them in a way I don’t quite understand.

He moves like strippers I’ve seen in movies.

Rhythmic and graceful and fully in control.

Pressing on my lower back only heightens it for me, like he’s lighting me up from the inside and the outside.

I can’t keep up with him, and I’m breathless in moments.

Someone’s lips skate along my shoulder, their heat at my back. “Feel good, kitten?” Hunter growls in my ear.

“Yeah,” I whine. Every stroke hits something new and formerly neglected. How is he moving like this? Between the stripper moves and the tattoo, there is more to Theo than I thought.

And I want to get to know all of it. All of them.

Pain pinches at my heart, the reminder that this is temporary. The thought nearly takes me out of the moment, but Hunter pulls me back into it by biting my neck. A far better kind of pain.

He licks where his teeth were. “Adventurous tonight?”

I can barely speak, but manage the words “What’d you have in mind?”

Then, I feel what he has in mind—his cock at my rear entrance.

I freeze up, unsure. Theo, bless him, slows down. I’m not sure if he could stop if he wanted to. He asks, “What is it, doll?”

Hunter growls from behind me, “I want her ass.”

Theo’s eyes go sharp, and he looks at me. “What do you want?”

It’s always been a secret fantasy of mine, but I’ve never even done anal the normal way. Is it harder like this? For some reason, I can’t make myself say those words, though.

I swallow. “I don’t know if I can.”

“Only one way to find out,” Gage says. He’s lying on the bed next to us, stroking himself as he watches me. Funny—I’d lost track of him entirely.

Theo raises his brows, his body still slowly rolling through me. “How about it, doll?”

“We can try?—”

“Don’t worry,” Hunter says, his breath ghosting on my shoulder. “I’ll be careful. I’ve done this before.” Something wet and firm presses into me there, just a little bit.

This isn’t so bad—he felt way bigger in my pussy, but maybe that’s the difference in feeling back there.

I can do this. I start to ride Theo harder, still trying to keep up with his strokes.

It feels good. Different, but good, to have Hunter in my ass along with Theo in my pussy.

The stretch of the two of them together is?—

“Okay, you’re lubed up,” Hunter says as he exits. “Ready for more?”

I whip my head over my shoulder as much as I can. “More?”

“That was my finger. When you feel pressure, just exhale. It’ll help.”

I turn back around to Theo with what must be terror in my eyes, because he says, “Take it easy on her.”

“Will do.”

And then, I feel it. Big, hard, stretching, verging on too much. “Oh god,” I whisper.

Theo says, “Hang on, Hunter.” He pulls me down, chest to chest, opening me up for Hunter. “This angle is easier. Trust me?”

I quickly nod. I like being this close to Theo, and anything that makes that happen is a win.

Hunter prods at me, and the head of him slides into my ass. My thoughts blur together. It’s so much, too much, I’m not sure if I can do this, oh fuck, he’s in. His hips meet my ass, and I’m floating in my body. This is…I don’t even know.

“Breathe,” Gage orders in my ear. When did he get so close?

But I follow the order, and he’s right—breathing helps. I need to move, so I start to rock my hips ever so gently. It’s then I realize they’re holding perfectly still, letting me take the lead.

When I roll forward, I take more of Theo. Sliding back, it’s more of Hunter. Back and forth, back and forth, until something inside of me burns bright. It’s a fluttering sort of orgasm, small and good, but it feels like it’s just the start of this.

And I still want more.

Gradually, I sit back, taking even more of Hunter when I do so. When I’m upright enough, I grab Gage’s cock and pant out, “Need that too.”

“Fuck yes,” he growls, and gets into position.

He’s impossibly large, and I know my jaw will hate me tomorrow, but I can’t seem to care.

I take him as deep as I can, sitting up so he can stand and brace on the ceiling.

He pumps into my mouth, cutting off my air supply when he hits the back of my throat.

That short lack of oxygen is what I needed—I crest into another orgasm, this one richer and fuller than the last. It feels like I’m flying.

Gage’s hand presses against the back of my head to keep me on him as I come. Theo’s fingers dig into my hips as he carefully pulls me to ride his cock, and he murmurs curses under his breath. Hunter’s got a grip on my shoulders, plunging into my ass in time with Theo’s exits from my pussy.

Even though each of these men is huge and strong, there’s no doubt in my mind that if I safeworded or said no, it’d all end instantly. They have all the power and control in the world, but I’m the one in charge here.

Theo pants, “Fuck, she keeps coming on me. She’s gonna make me?—”

“Same,” Hunter grunts.

“Come on, boys, you can hold out,” Gage teases. But he pulses against my lips—he’s close too.

The thought that I can make them come before they’re ready turns me on and makes me pulse down low. I’m shaking again, sweat rolling down my spine.

Theo’s grip tightens. “That’s it, doll, one more for us.”

“Right now, kitten,” Hunter orders.

The third orgasm tears through me, this shimmering, severe thing that steals all my breath.

Wicked. Absolutely wicked. Pleasure stabs through me, and I ride them harder, faster.

I want all of them, and I won’t settle for less.

Bliss intoxicates every corner, every cell.

My fingers lock tight where they’re wrapped around Gage’s cock.

My pussy too, gripping Theo inside of me.

They both grunt and snarl, and soon, Hunter does too.

Theo murmurs, “Fuck,” like a prayer, full of reverence as he comes inside me, and Hunter joins him a second later, his own curse-laden litany pouring out. Gage snarls like a beast before pulling out, coming down my chin and onto my tits, marking me his own way.

But they have all marked me, in every hole of mine. Even the one in my heart.