I stare up at my best friend. It doesn’t even register that he’s my step-brother too. I’m too far gone to care. I curl my fingers in his shirt and give it a tug, wanting, no, needing, his mouth on mine.
“Kiss me,” I demand.
The words barely leave my mouth before his lips capture mine.
I’ve had many thoughts about kissing Jamison. What he would taste like. If he would be a gentle kisser, sweetly swiping his tongue with mine. Or if he would be aggressive and demand entrance. Nothing could have prepared me. Jamison’s taste is explosive, more deliciously potent than I’ve ever had before. His tongue pushes past my lips, tangling with mine in a kiss that rivals all kisses. I moan in his mouth and he chases it with a gravelly growl.
As he devours me with his mouth, his hand does the same. He slips a finger inside me, sliding it all the way in until his palm meets my clit, where he grinds the heel of his hand. I’m on the verge of climaxing just from his kiss, his one finger, and Reed playing with my breasts.
Another hand slips inside my jeans from the back, and I widen my legs.
Two hands, two different men. How in the hell did I get to this place?
I don’t have the answer, and it feels too damn good to question it. I just want more.
“So goddamn wet,” Reed growls behind me as he presses a finger in beside Jamison’s. “I bet she could take us both at the same time.”
A shiver races down my spine at the thought.
“Yoo-hoo!” My mother’s voice calls from the front of the house, followed closely by a door slamming.
It feels like ice water is dumped on me. Never has desire been jerked from me so fast. I frantically push against Jamison’s chest, shoving him back a couple of feet. He and Reed yank their hands from my pants, and I quickly zip and button them.
“Oh my God,” I whisper shout to myself, my heart racing in my chest. “I can’t believe this is happening.”
I look at Jamison, who’s casually adjusting his hard cock in his jeans as he watches me with a smirk. He looks so calm and relaxed, like my mom, his step-mom, isn’t right outside the door and could walk in at any moment. I want to punch him for looking so cool and collected.
Remembering what started this all, my eyes widen, and when I don’t find him holding my toy, I look around the room.
“What did you do with it?”
“Chill, Rayn,” he says. “It’s out of sight.”
I spin around and direct my scowl on Reed, who’s openly grinning as he puts the finger glistening with my juices in his mouth.
The move has the muscles in my stomach clenching in a good way. Even so, I wrinkle my nose. “That’s disgusting.”
He licks his lips dramatically. “I disagree. It was the best thing I’ve ever tasted.”
As crass as his comment is, it’s also sweet and sends pleasure through me.
“Rayn, honey! Are you back there?”
“Shit,” I mutter, rushing through the bedroom door, leaving the guys to do whatever they want to do, and praying like hell Mom won’t be able to tell what was just happening in my room. Mom will freak the hell out if she knew Jamison just had his tongue down my throat and his hand in my pants.
She. Can. Not. Know.
I come to a stop halfway down the hall when Mom appears at the mouth of it. “Hey, Mom,” I rush to say. “What are you doing here?”
Is my face red? Did my voice come out normal? Can she see the guilt on my face?
“Baxter and I came to see if you needed help packing.” Her eyes move beyond my shoulder. “But it looks like you’ve got it covered. Hey, Jamison.”
I feel Jamison come up behind me, and it’s like my body is now magnetized to him. I want to lean back against him, but I restrain myself.
“How ya doin’, Olivia?”
“I’m just great. Thanks for taking care of my girl. She’s always welcome to come stay with Bax and me until she gets back on her feet, but I knew she wouldn’t ask unless she had to.”
Jamison’s hand appears on my shoulder, and it has goosebumps rising on my arms.
“I plan to take very good care of her.”
Something tells me Jamison’s response has a lot more meaning than him letting me stay at his and Reed’s house.
Mom smiles. “I know you will. Step-brother aside, you’ve always been a wonderful friend to Rayn.” She tilts her head to the side to look around Jamison. “And that includes you, Reed.” She winks.
Reed’s deep chuckle comes from behind me. “You know she’s always in good hands with us, Mrs. Lane.”
Right there in front of my mother, I quiver.
Mom loops her arm with mine and tugs me out of the hallway. “Come on. I brought lunch.” I feel her eyes on the side of my face. “Why is your face so flushed, Rayn?”
Of course, her question makes my face even hotter. “It’s nothing. The guys and I were just moving heavy stuff around in my room.”
Baxter is in the kitchen when we walk in, and Mom lets me go. She goes to the bags she and Baxter must have brought with them. I walk over to Baxter and kiss his cheek. I miss Dad every single day, but Jamison’s dad has been a good stand-in since mine died.
“Hey, Bax.”