I can’t remember the last time I was in this good of a mood.
I shimmy a few steps to the sink, reaching for the cabinet above to grab a glass for water. My movements pause when I glance out the windows, the car parked outside making my gut drop to my feet.
Uh…
Rapidly flipping around with part of the spatula in my mouth, I lock on to two pairs of eyes gaping at me from the other side of the kitchen island. My stomach flips as Brennan staresat me unblinkingly while Cameron, being the ass that he can be sometimes, smirks.
He finds sneaking up on me amusing.
Seeing them instantly flips the internal switch, turning the shock into searing heat that flushes my chest and overflows, flooding between my legs.
My eyes bounce like little ping-pong balls in my head as I leisurely remove the spatula from my mouth. Their eyes track the movement. “How long have you been standing there?”
Brennan leans over the counter, his fists gripping the edge. “Long enough,” he grumbles, not meeting my eyes.
“We came home for lunch and got a show instead. Please keep going,” Cameron gestures to me.
He rounds the counter, and I retreat a step, waving the spatula around with some of the cookie dough plastered on it. “Heck no. I didn’t expect you to be home, and I’m extremely uncoordinated and terrible at dancing.”
“The way you’re giving my brother a hard-on suggests otherwise.” Cameron’s intense tone trickles down the ridges of my spine.
He advances toward me, and I swallow, his focus latching on the expanse of my throat. Each step he takes toward me is thunderous, the vibrations beneath my feet keeping me rooted until he stands tall and menacing before me.
My hand holding up the spatula trembles. He lowers his head, his mouth clamping around some of the sweet dough. The rumble that resonates deep in his chest pulses through the air, igniting a heavier tension between us. He straightens, his tongue fondling his lower lip as he peers deeply into my eyes—a penetrating look that’s meant to dissect the thoughts chaotically running berserk in my head.
I’m fighting to keep my composure. This situation should not be as erotic as it is, and yet his steadfast gaze swirls the turmoilin my mind. When his lips lift, I question if he can see the commotion he’s creating.
The Lindenvale brothers must have a plethora of broken hearts following in their wake.
Would it be worth it to be one of them?
My voice wobbles as I ask, “Does it taste good?”
“You tell me.” Without warning, Cameron’s mouth drops and strikes against mine.
He swiftly slips his tongue between my lips, letting me taste the sweet flavor lingering on his taste buds as our tongues fuse together.
Oh, dear Lord, I swear these brothers are going to be the death of me.
The kiss is as soft as his lips, but the arm that snakes around my waist, tugging me closer, draws a whimper from my throat, the faint sound encouraging him to devour me completely. The kiss spirals to desperate need, the tension between us finally snapping like an overstretched rubber band, weathered and strained from resisting for far too long.
As he explores my mouth with his talented tongue, my knees threaten to buckle from the spark that sets my skin ablaze. I let the spatula fall from my hand to place one arm around his neck and thread my fingers through his mussed hair, holding on tightly so I don’t fall away from him—he’s melting me into a pile of goo, and I’m afraid I’ll slip straight through his fingers.
Damn, Cameron knows how to kiss. He has desire flooding between my thighs, my body begging to be touched in the way it shakes for him.
He groans into my mouth, and I hungrily swallow the sound. My world spins, his urgency unleashing sparks into my bloodstream like a drug injected into my veins.
He withdraws from me, exhaling a loud sigh. My eyes flutter open, barely catching the jerking movements of Cameron’s head as he gestures to Brennan.
What is he doing?
Cameron moves behind me, his arm staying around my waist the entire time. But it’s the other man stalking toward me that has my heart jumping on a trampoline in my chest to lodge itself further into my throat. Cameron tugs my back against his front, sending my heart free-falling back down until it bounces off my ribs and repeats the thrill.
I’m unsure when all my common sense vanished into some ulterior dimension, but I’m blaming it on the roofie they slipped me that night. That’s when it all went beautifully downhill.
Brennan’s tattooed hand snatches my throat, the pads of his fingers frivolously pulsing into my flesh as he forces my body to press even harder against Cameron’s. His mouth lowers to mine as he takes his turn, claiming my mouth. Holy fuck, the all-consuming lust overwhelming me has my hips spontaneously rolling into him to chase the friction. His erection jabs into my stomach, and abruptly, I’m aware of a second one digging into my ass.
A strange noise—somewhere between a moan and a squeal—slips out. Brennan laughs against my lips, the beautiful sound and moisture of his breath eliciting the sheen of sweat coating my skin.
