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Chapter 1
Silence
“Three brothers are better than one.”
My laugh becomes a gasp as I arch my back, seeking more friction from my brother-in-law’s tongue between my legs. In response, he nips my inner thigh, and I groan.
“Impatience gets you nowhere,” he growls, and my other brother-in-law chuckles softly in my ear.
“Silence,” he whispers, and I meet his eye—a bright, breathtaking green that pins me in place. “You’re our good girl, aren’t you?” I nod, the words eliciting another whimper. “Then be patient.”
Patient. How can I be patient when I’ve wanted this for so long? It’s a myriad of wants and desires and God, a strange undercurrent of guilt. This is so wrong.
Perfect, delicious, incredible … but wrong.
My attention shifts to the third man in the room. Even while seated casually in an easy chair, elbow rested on the arm, thumb running across his bottom lip, he emits a kind of power that intensifies the situation. He’s nowhere near me, nowhere near us, but he’s in total, unwavering control.
Zayden Silver.
My husband.
The desire in his gaze is a match to this gasoline-soaked fantasy, and I feed off it. His focus. His presence.
His permission.
“Do as you’re told, Silence,” he says, his voice as deep as his brothers’, his command one I’ll always follow. “Come on my brother’s—”
“Silence, baby. Time to wake up.”
Blinking myself back into reality is like missing a step. Except it isn’t a step; it’s the best sex dream I’ve ever had, and my stomach doesn’t flip, my pussy throbs.
For fuck’s sake.
Of all the things my brain could conjure up, that’s what it gives me? Sex with my brothers-in-law?
What is wrong with me?
Turning on my side, I watch Zayden slip his watch onto his thick wrist, securing the clasp. He’s already in suit pants and a shirt, and I can smell his cologne, a delicious, intoxicating scent I’ve inhaled on my pillows for nine years now.
“You look nice,” I say, my voice doused in sleep.
“So do you.”
I snort and roll onto my back. “Liar. My pillow is drool city.”
“My sexy, drooly wife.”
My smile widens, and I rest my hand on my stomach as I stare at the ceiling. Guilt lodges in my throat, and I cover my eyes with my forearm in an attempt to block out the wickedness of my imagination. It’s one thing to have a sex dream, but to have one about my husband’s brothers?
“What were you dreaming about?”
Sitting bolt upright, I blink at Zayden. He’s pulling on his tie, a small smirk on his face. “Nothing? Nothing. Why?” I clear my throat in an attempt to bring it down an octave.
“You were moaning.”
“Was I?”
His tied neatly fixed, he approaches the bed. My gaze travels up his broad, firm body as he stands beside me, gently taking my chin in his hand. “Yes, baby, you were.” He runs his thumb across my bottom lip, his voice sending me into an almost trance-like state. “What were you dreaming about? Other men?” My nod is slow, and the responding heat in his gaze has me squeezing my thighs together. If I were to drop my attention to his crotch, I know he’d be hard. “Who?”
