“You will,” he groans deeply, brushing a hair from my face.
I suck in a deep breath, my clit twitching at the thought of having them both. The animalistic heat of Viktor and the soft, caring nature of Ryan. It sounds ideal, though completely unrealistic. Viktor and Ryan have nothing in common. It would be animosity and hurt between the two of them instead of brotherhood.
Ugh, why am I even entertaining this?
“You need to go,” I say again to Viktor, breathless as his lips hover over top my shoulder.
He grins. “Tell me that again, after you kiss me.”
“Kiss you?Why would I kiss you? You told me earlier you’d let this go. You said you’d move on with this. You lied!”
He looks toward me with hot intensity. “Didn’t I already tell you I won’t lie to you?” He pauses. “I believed what I said in the street was beforeyoukissedme.”
Fucking hell.“It wasn’t a kiss. It was a peck. It was a small thank you peck.”
“It was more. We both know that. And now, I need you to do it again. This time, on the lips.”
“You just came into my life twenty minutes ago; I don’t owe you shit,” I bark. “Get the fuck out!”
“Everleigh,” Ryan says, a shake in his voice.
I pull from Viktor and turn toward him, running my hands through his dark hair, holding back tears. I really don’t want to hurt him.
“You want to kiss him,” Ryan says. “Your eyes are doing the thing they did at the bar the other night. Your lips, they’re parted and begging. You want him. Maybe you should.” His voice lowers as he whispers into my ear, “Maybe this is something you need to get out of your system.”
His advice sounds similar to Lucy’s. I’ve never imagined myself as this kind of girl. The kind that takes two men at once. The kind that allows herself to be so sexually free. The kind that puts herself out there so unabashedly. But, maybe Ryan and Lucy are right. Maybe I do need to get this out of my system.
My heart tight, I say, “That’s crazy. I—”
“If I’m wrong, tell me and I’ll kick the fucker out myself.” Ryan sighs. “If I’m not… you should kiss him.”
I tip up onto my toes and crash my lips into Ryan’s. His hand slides down my waist, the other lost in my hair as his tongue massages mine gently. The world stills, and my pulse races, an electric jolt spreading over me and into my groin.
He breaks the kiss and looks down at me, running his hand over top my cheek, his eyes hooded. “You’re beautiful. And no matter what, you’ll always be my girl. My smart, sweet girl.”
I wish I’d have kissed him like this a thousand times before now. I wish I’d let him ravish me, because in this space with him, I feel alive, like I could do anything, be anyone.
I glance back at Viktor, hoping the feeling has been subdued, but the second I see his dark, slightlymurderouseyes staring back at me, I’m in the same space I was five minutes ago with a shivering urge to touch all of him.
I’d ask my brain what was wrong with it again, but I’m sounding like a broken record, even to myself. Apparently, this is something I’m into. Maybe Ryan is right. Maybe I should stop denying it and just let go. Maybe I’d feel better. Maybe this wouldn’t be a long-term thing. Maybe it’s just for tonight, or for a week, or a month. Hell, maybe it’s just for the next hour.
Ryan takes hold of the back of my waist as Viktor pulls me into his orbit. His large frame towering over me, hungry.
My heart swells and my clit throbs, a sudden flush of warmth spreading from my groin outward.
Viktor’s hand lifts onto my cheek and electricity shoots up my arms, spreading down my chest, hardening my nipples to spears.
Our eyes lock and he growls. His hand fists into my hair and he crushes his mouth against mine. It’s demanding, frightening, and nearly savage. My skin turns to fire, and I run my hands through his hair, as he greedily pulls me in closer. Close enough that I feel the hard ridge of his cock pulsing down his leg. The kiss goes on and on until my knees begin to buckle. I expect the kiss to be all physical, but I’m wrong. There’s depth in the way he’s touching me, in the way our lips meet, in the way he holds me like he never wants to let me go.
My clit throbs hard against my panties as he slides a hand down over my waist and onto my hip, tightening his grip before pulling away.
He leans his head into my neck and bites gently, nuzzling my throat while muttering something under his breath. I guess it’s in another language by the way it reverberates against my skin. Nothing in English could ever sound that nice.
His lips are soft and smooth, his beard rough, before he tastes me again. “Ryan and I can agree on one thing, you’re a good girl,” he growls low. “A good fucking girl with those soft, luscious lips, and I can’t wait to make you love me.”
Love?He’s serious. There’s a drop dead look in his eye that both warms and scares me.
I remember being sensible when I left the house this morning. Since then, it’s all been downhill.
