Rhett followed, crying out my name as his hips jerked erratically, his cock pulsing inside me as he found his release. Troy held him through it, whispering encouragement in his ear, his fingers still circling my clit to draw out every last tremor of pleasure from both of us.
When it was over, we collapsed into a sweaty, tangled heap on the bed, limbs intertwined, chests heaving as we struggled to catch our breath. Troy disposed of Rhett’s condom while Rhett pulled me against his chest, pressing gentle kisses to my shoulder, my neck, the sensitive spot behind my ear.
Troy returned, sliding into bed on my other side, sandwiching me between their warm bodies once more. His hand brushed hair from my face with surprising tenderness, his fingertips tracing the curve of my cheek.
“You good?” he asked softly, his earlier dominance giving way to genuine concern.
I nodded, unable to form words yet. I felt pleasantly sore, thoroughly used in the best possible way, my body humming with satisfied exhaustion.
Rhett stiffened behind me, his body going rigid. “Oh fuck,” he whispered, horror creeping into his voice.
Troy lifted his head, brows furrowing. “What?”
“We just double-teamed our best friend’s little sister,” Rhett said.
Troy let out a gruff laugh. “I’ve been telling you we shouldn’t do this for how long? But once your cute ass gets all horny, you don’t process consequences.”
Rhett stuck his tongue out at Troy. “Like you’re any better. I didn’t see you back there like ‘oh no guys, we can’t.’”
I stretched languidly between them, still chuckling. “Relax, it’s just sex. Ryker doesn’t get a vote in who I sleep with.”Something in Rhett’s expression shifted, a flash of disappointment crossing his features before he covered it with a weak smile. “Right,” he said, his voice carefully neutral. “Just sex.”
I looked from him to Troy, heart pounding as I realized what I’d said.Just sex. I hadn’t meant it the way it sounded. I'd only been trying to reassure them about my brother. But clarifying that would open up a conversation I wasn’t ready for. If I admitted that it wasn’t just sex, they’d want to know what it was. And I really didn't know the answer to that question.
“Aimee—” Troy started to reach for me, but I was already in motion, slipping out of the bed and grabbing Rhett’s discarded t-shirt from the floor.
“I need to use the bathroom.” My heart pounded as I closed the door behind me, leaning against it for a moment before catching my eyes in the mirror. My reflection stared back at me—flushed cheeks, swollen lips, hair a wild mess, wearing Troy’s shirt while my body still tingled from both men’s touch.
“Don’t,” I whispered to my reflection, seeing the dangerous softness in my own eyes. “Fuck. What am I doing?”
Chapter 15
Rhett
IwatchedTroy’sfaceas we lay together on the bed, his eyes fixed on the bathroom door where Aimee had disappeared moments ago. That crease between his eyebrows—the one that always appeared when he was overthinking something—had settled in deep. I knew that look. It was the same expression he wore when we were about to enter a burning building, calculating every risk, preparing for the worst. Except this time, the building wasn’t on fire. We’d just had mind-blowing sex with our gorgeous neighbor, and instead of basking in the afterglow, my boyfriend looked like he was bracing for impact.
I leaned in, pressing my lips against his in a soft, reassuring kiss. “Stop looking like you’re waiting for the other shoe to drop.” I ran my thumb along his jawline.
“I’m not.” But his eyes darted toward the bathroom door again, betraying him.
“Bullshit.” I tangled my fingers in his short, dark hair, tugging gently until he looked at me. “Your face is doing that thing where you’re mentally running through every worst-case scenario. Like when we had to evacuate that high-rise last month and you kept counting heads.”
Troy sighed, his body relaxing against mine. “Can you blame me? She just bolted.”
“She didn’t bolt.” Though a small part of me wondered the same thing. “She just needed a minute to process. This is a lot.”
Troy’s voice dropped, rough with an emotion I couldn’t quite identify. “She said it was ‘just sex.’ Like it was nothing.”
I pressed my forehead against his, breathing him in. “I don’t think this is casual for any of us anymore.”
The confession hung between us, heavier than I’d intended. Troy’s eyes searched mine, looking for reassurance, or confirmation that I wasn’t just saying what he wanted to hear.
“What about Ryker?” he asked.
“Ryker would like knowing we’re looking after her.”
Troy snorted. “Pretty sure he wouldn’t approve of how we’re ‘looking after’ his sister.”
“Maybe not the dirty details.” I trailed my fingers down his chest. “But he’d want Aimee to be with someone who genuinely cares about her. Someone who sees her.” I paused, swallowing against the unexpected tightness in my throat. “Like we do.”
