Bristol’s head was spinning from the alcohol. She blamed that for why she downed her drink. Luckily, their wide eyes stopped her from blurting exactly who she’d wanted to date at the same time.
Of course, Keegan didn’t let it go.
“Spill it,” he insisted.
She shook her head.
He was smiling as he got to his feet, moved over to the bed.
Bristol’s lungs stopped working as she stared up at the handsome man. He was tall and lean and so freaking beautiful.
“Okay, give me a hint,” he urged.
No way could she tell them. No freaking way.
“How old were you when you wanted to date two men at one time?” Kaden asked, joining his brother, both of them looming over her.
Bristol shook her head again. If she told them…
“Do I need to tickle it out of you?” Keegan’s barely disguised threat made her laugh.
“Not ticklish,” she told him. Luckily, it was true.
Evidently, he didn’t believe her, because Keegan took her empty glass, set it on the nightstand, then put one knee on the bed as he reached for her.
When his hand gripped her side, she couldn’t have laughed if she’d wanted to. The air in the room became scarce, and a fierce heat took up residence inside her, flooding her veins. That was when she realized neither of them was laughing. Something had shifted in the air, taking their carefree game and turning it into something far more dangerous.
“Tell me somethin’,” Keegan whispered, his eyes imploring her.
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever kissed twins?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
His warm hand was still on her side, even though he kept a decent distance between them.
Bristol looked over at Kaden, held his gaze for a second, then revealed the one secret she’d sworn she would take to her grave.
*
Kaden had known the second Keegan suggested they pay Bristol a visit that there was a good chance things were going to get out of control. He’d been doubly certain of that when Keegan procured the vodka.
Then again, out of control was the name of the game when Keegan was in charge, and no doubt about it, his twin had taken the reins from the moment he knocked on her door.
His lungs were constricted as he waited with bated breath for her to answer Keegan’s question of whether or not she wanted to slide down the slippery slope and kiss the two of them, to try some twin action on for size.
“Yes,” Bristol whispered. “I do.”
He was pretty damn sure his heart skipped a few beats as soon as those words tumbled out of her sweet, pouty lips.
Blame it on the alcohol or the game or, hell, on the setting, didn’t matter. While Kaden was usually the level-headed one, he found himself doing something he never would’ve done had they not been in this particular room, with this particular woman.
Kaden put one knee on the bed, then leaned over Bristol, shouldering Keegan out of the way in the process. His brother was not about to sample the goods before him, because Christ Almighty, Kaden had been waiting too long for this.
He held Bristol’s gaze as he got closer, waited for her to throw up the big red stop sign. That was the only reason he nearly fell over when Bristol reached for him, her soft, smooth fingers curling around his neck as she pulled him down until their mouths touched. His lips brushed hers ever so lightly, then more insistently. His tongue got with the program, sliding over her bottom lip. They shared air for a moment, and when she sighed, Kaden sealed his mouth to hers, kissing her the way he’d fantasized for months. Her soft moan reverberated against his lips, and it took tremendous effort not to press her into the mattress.
