Ilie awake, staring hollow-eyed and sleepless at the guest bedroom ceiling, while my skin still burns from the heat in all their gazes earlier tonight.
It's maddening.
I swear, they are the broodiest guys on the damn planet.
They've kept me at arm's length for years, pushing me away with coldness and clipped words, but the moment they're in front of me, they're all blazing fire and hunger.
It wasn’t always like that, though. Believe it or not, the four of us were actually friends when we were younger. When my mom startedseeing my stepdad, Keith, my whole life changed so fast that I had no time to even process the fact that she had a boyfriend. Before I knew it, they were married, and we were packing our two-bedroom apartment and leaving our small beachy town, moving to the city to live with him at the Graystone residence. It had more bedrooms than our local hospital, and they even had a butler named Giles for Christ’s sake. It was all too much, too soon, and then one day, all that apprehension went away when I first laid eyes on them.
My new stepbrother and his two best friends.
At first, I was nervous. I was an only child, and up until that point, the idea of having a stepbrother was ludicrous to me, much less living with three boys. But when we talked, it was like I had known them forever, and eventually, the four of us were inseparable. We never held anything back, and for the first time in my life, I felt like I belonged somewhere. Well, I didn't tell them everything. If they ever knew that I had the world's biggest crush on the three of them, it would have made shit weird between us. In hindsight, it wouldn't have mattered because it all went to shit on its own, and I still don't know what happened.
It all changed my senior year. They went on a ski trip to Banff with my stepdad, and when they returned, not one of them spoke to me again.
I was heartbroken.
I had no idea what I had done, and they didn’tbother to tell me. After a while, I decided that until they learned how to communicate, whatever I did that drove them away was their problem, and for my sake, I learned to let them go.
Family gatherings grew less and less difficult to attend, and now, all these years later, I don’t so much as spare a single look in their direction. At least, I didn’t until tonight. And the only thing I could think about was how it would feel to have their rigid bodies wrapped around mine, fucking me into oblivion on their couch. Showing me just how sorry they are for walking away from me three years ago.
I roll over with an irritated sigh, pulling the covers up over my shoulder, and I hear a faint thumping noise coming from outside my bedroom. I listen intently, and my mouth unhinges when I realize that they’ve brought a woman over. Jealousy pinches at my ribcage, and even though I have no business feeling any sort of attachment to any one of them, I can’t help it.
Before logic can talk me out of it, I toss the covers to the side and rise. I take a slow breath, then another, and the next thing I know, I’m tiptoeing out of the room, down the dimly lit hallway, and in the direction of the bedroom Jace disappeared into after he showed me to my room.
I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing.
What’s the plan here, Bailey?
Catch them mid-thrust and throw a dramatic fit out in the hallway because it isn’t me that he’s fucking?
The thumping grows louder as I near his door, which I notice is slightly ajar. I keep moving, one bare foot in front of the other, my heart somewhere between my stomach and my throat, and I come to a stop, squeezing my eyes shut.
Closure, I tell myself.
That’s the reason I’m doing this.
Some sick and twisted validation that none of them were ever mine, and they never will be. I just need something to destroy whatever delusional part of my younger self that is still hiding in me, stupid enough to believe they’d ever be a part of my future.
The unmistakable sound of rough sex has desire surging through me, and my traitorous pussy clenches with need as skin slaps fiercely against skin.
“You like it when I fuck you hard like this, don’t you? You want me to fill your fucking ass with my cum until you’re dripping with me, isn’t that right, baby?”
Oh my.
Slowly, I open my eyes and peek through the crack in the doorway, scanning what I can see of the moonlit room. A shirtless body moves in the shadows, his tattooed skin practically beaming in the moonlight, andJesus fucking Christ. He looks like a God of Sin and Night, taking what he wants without a hint of hesitation.
“You feel so fucking good! Your sweet ass is so fucking tight, Roman!” My breath hitches.
Roman?
Oh. My. Fucking. God!
Jace’s dark hair hangs in his face, clinging to his skin as he thrusts and thrusts, his body facing in my direction, no more than seven feet away from me. His arms are outstretched before him, glistening with a sheen of sweat as he grips my stepbrother’s shoulders, driving into him with an unrestrained hunger that has my knees weakening. My breathing starts to quicken when I hear Roman whimper, his body bent over the bed with his face buried into the mattress. His hands clutch the blankets for dear life as he takes Jace’s cock, and I bite my tongue to hold back my heavy breathing.
I shouldn’t be watching.
I should turn around and walk back to my room, but I am entranced. Tangled up in their rhythm like some sort of lovestruck groupie, and I can’t bring myself to look away. Wild and uncontrollable need ripples through me as I just stand here, rooted to the spot, silently devouring their large bodies unravelling for one another.
