I choke on her comment, my dick getting impossibly hard.
She tilts her head, zeroing in on me. "Are you a virgin?"
"No, just surprised by your boldness." It's like the private things she saved for her diary flow from her mouth now.
Dylan stays silent, and we both shoot him a look. He winks at her. "First time for everything."
Her eyes widen, then crinkle with laughter. "You're a virgin?"
"No need to dwell on it."
"No wonder you're so eager."
"You didn't see me bidding on anyone else." He steps closer. "This is all about you."
Her gaze flicks between us. "Yet we're still just standing around having a chat. If you guys aren't ready to make good on this, I'm going to exercise my right to decline the winner and go with the runner-up."
"No." The word explodes from me. I step between her and the door. Losing her now? Unthinkable. I've wanted her for years, buried under sibling lines we never crossed. But these other men—bidding high on an amnesiac virgin? Undoubtedly, that unlocked a kink for some guys. Nefarious or not, I won't let them near her.
I take her hands, pull her body into mine. Her breath hitches. I say, "I'm Toby."
She smirks up at me, unfazed. "Hi, Toby. Are we good to go now?"
I glance at Dylan. He seems as relieved as me that there's no spark of recognition.
"I'm Dylan."
I cup her shoulders, thumbs tracing her collarbone, then slide one hand to the nape of her neck. Her pulse races under my fingers. I lean in, slant my lips over hers and claim her, softly at first, testing, as she parts for me, her tongue meeting mine in a hungry tangle.
My cock throbs against my jeans. She dips low for a split-second then jumps, her legs wrapping my waist, arms hooking my neck. I catch her ass with one hand while the other wraps around her.
Dylan and I went halves on the bid, but right now, every inch of her molds to me like we've done this a thousand times. Like she's mine.
Those sibling hugs… cordial bullshit. Our fire unleashes.
Dylan presses in from the side, hand on her thigh. "Come here, N—"
She leans over, cutting him off with her mouth on his. He almost slipped. It's bound to happen. What will it cost us when it does? Why haven't I told her everything? The answer haunts me that my black-and-white world is drowned in gray. This might be the only way to keep her safe.
Their kiss deepens. He unwinds her arms from my neck, draping one over his shoulder. She stretches awkwardly, then he yanks her fully into him. I step back, chest heaving, and damn if watching my brother devour our stepsister isn't the hottest thing I've seen. Pre-cum soaks my thigh, balls heavy, ready to unload just from the sight.
I don’t know how to walk the line between right and wrong like Dylan does, so I take a huge leap onto the side that will ensure I don’t lose her.
I lean to her ear, breath hot. "Daddy really wants to fuck you, but maybe we should let the virgin go first."
Panic races through me at having used the nickname.
She laughs into Dylan's lips before breaking free, her forehead resting on his, turning her face to me. No flicker of memory in her eyes—just mischief.
"The virgin? Shouldn't that be plural?" She's playful. "You afraid you can't handle me?"
I peck her lips, tasting Dylan on her.
"I know exactly how to handle you, Molly." My voice rumbles low. "But I figured he's not gonna last long."
"You don't fucking know that." Dylan shoots back a challenge.
"Yeah, I do."
