Page 73 of The Best Man's Secret

“Sure, it isn’t.” I kissed down his jaw and his neck, sucking a patch of warm skin. “So, fourteen…”

“Huh?”

I pulled back to look at him. “You really liked that kiss when we were fourteen.”

“It’s lived rent-free in my head ever since, although it has recently been replaced by other life events.”

“Like me entering your body and claiming you?”

He placed his hands on my ass, pulling me closer and grinding our cocks together.

“I take that as a yes,” I said, freeing the covers trapped between us. I moaned when I finally felt skin on skin. “Fuck, River. Feels so good.”

“Your door is still open. We can hear everything!” Noah shouted.

“Then you have a choice: leave or cover your ears,” I shouted back before turning to River. “Do you think if we’re really loud, they’ll leave for good?”

His laughter was a rich sound. “I have to work today, remember? But to be fair, we deserve the payback.”

I pouted as I glanced at our still-hard cocks pressed together. “Sorry, guys. Not my fault.”

River laughed, but then he caressed my face gently. “Are you okay? As coming outs go, this was quite a spectacular one.” His question was gentle, eyes searching mine for signs of panic.

“Yeah, I think I am.” The reality of what lay ahead was daunting. The conversation that awaited outside the sanctuary of River’s room was filled with explanations and admissions, but I knew my brothers loved me no matter what. They’d understand, maybe more than anyone apart from River, what I was going through.

We dressed in silence, an easy routine we’d become used to. When I pulled one of his T-shirts from his drawer, I realized I’d been doing that a lot lately.

When he’d run out of clean ones, he’d gone to the other bedroom and brought mine over to his drawer, so they were all mixed now.

I stopped in motion, my brain taking me back to when I’d moved in with Victoria. There had been a clear delineation of which spaces were hers and which were mine.

River buttoned his work shirt, rolling up the sleeves until I was able to catch a glimpse of his tattoos. He caught me staring but said nothing. Just sent me a brief smile that said more than any words he may have shared.

“Time to face the music,” I said, turning to the bedroom door.

If I had expected the air to be heavy with anticipation or my brother’s curious gazes to follow our every move as we entered the living room, I’d have been wrong.

“We made you coffee,” Lex said, pointing at the two mugs on the coffee table.

“Pancakes are coming right up,” Emery shouted from the kitchen. “Sorry, I was hungry.”

River’s hand found mine, a silent show of support…that I didn’t think I needed because it looked like the shock of finding us in the same bed had worn off and they were being their usual selves.

“Good morning, Lior,” I said.

“Morning,” he replied with his coffee cup in hand while Noah sat crossways on his lap. “Once again, my apologies for this morning.”

I smiled. “I think it’s safe to say we deserved it.”

“Damn right,” Lex said. “I need to take Emery home after this to detraumatize my eyes.”

“You don’t have ice cream,” Emery said accusatorily, coming in from the kitchen with a stack of plates in one hand and a plate with a huge stack of pancakes in the other.

“That’s okay, baby. We have all the ice cream at home,” Lex said, holding his hand out to Lex, who took it after putting the load he was carrying on the table.

“So,” Noah started. “Are you guys dating?”

“We’ve had two dates, so yeah, I guess,” I said.