Page 25 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

As if on cue, Gage steps behind her, gently brushing her hair aside. “Do you think you’re ready for more?”

Anya’s breath quickens. “I think so,” she whispers, turning to face us. Theo approaches from the side, and the three of ussurround her in a loose formation. She looks from one of us to the next, a hint of apprehension in her gaze.

We guide her gently to the edge of the nearest bed. She sits down, her heart hammering so hard I can see the pulse in her throat. I crouch by her feet, running my hands up her calves, feeling the soft cling of her leggings and the tremble in her muscles. Gage tucks in behind her on the bed, palms on her shoulders, while Theo lingers on her other side, ready to step in if she needs anything.

I stroke upward until I reach her thighs, my thumbs pressing lightly into her flesh. She’s wearing a simple T-shirt and leggings, but she looks exquisite. “God, you’re so gorgeous,” I murmur, leaning forward for a gentle kiss. She flushes but relaxes a bit, letting me explore her curves.

Gage massages her shoulders, whispering something low in her ear about how good she smells, how sweet she tastes. A shaky breath escapes her lips. Theo clasps her hand, thumbs caressing her knuckles. She lets out a quiet moan when my palms travel higher, just shy of where she craves it most.

“You okay?” I ask, voice hushed. She nods fiercely, eyes fluttering shut.

We continue with slow, gentle exploration of her body. She allows Gage’s big hands to cup her waist and skim beneath her shirt a few inches, stroking the warm skin at her sides. She lets Theo tug her hand to his mouth, and he presses soft kisses to her wrist.

Meanwhile, I edge forward, pressing light kisses to her knees, her thighs, wishing I could devour every inch of her. This ishow she should be worshipped, with adoration and lust in equal measure. This is what she deserves.

Eventually, I coax her to lean back so Gage can wrap an arm around her shoulders. Theo guides her to tilt her hips, giving me access to rub slow, lazy circles right where she needs it. The sound of her breathy whimpers sets fire to my veins, but I focus on her face, making sure it never crosses the line into panic.

Her thighs quake as the pleasure builds, and every shake is a compliment. This is how I want her. Cradled by us, cared for by us. As her wetness seeps through the black fabric, her lips pepper curses between her moans. I long for a taste, but not yet. She’s barely ready for this. If I steal a taste now, I could ruin this forever.

I refuse to let that happen.

Her hips jerk but she braces, gripping Theo’s hand as hard as she’s fisting the sheets in the other hand. Pink spreads over her cheeks, making her somehow even more lovely. Those pretty blue eyes flutter back as her body goes tight.

Gage quietly growls, “That’s it, pet. Come for us.”

When her body tenses and her breath catches, she lets out a little cry, her head tipping back against his chest. We ease her through it, letting her ride that crest of pleasure until she comes down, trembling and gasping for air, eyes brimming with tears of sheer sensation.

“Are you okay?” Theo asks gently, brushing a kiss to her sweaty brow.

She nods, eyes wide, cheeks still flushed. “Yes…that was…incredible.”

I stroke my palms over her thighs in comforting passes, feeling pride swell in my chest.She deserves to feel this good every day.Then a flicker of uncertainty crosses her face.

“What’s wrong, kitten?” I murmur, half-afraid I’ve spooked her.

She swallows. “Nothing. It’s just that…this is a lot.”

Theo nods, smoothing a hand over her hair. “We understand. We’ll follow your lead.”

Gage echoes the sentiment, pulling her into a gentle hug. She melts into him, her body still trembling from aftershocks. Eventually, we tuck her into one of the queen beds, while we arrange ourselves among the other bed and the pull-out couch. She seems content, a shy smile lingering on her lips.

But as the lights go out, my mind refuses to quiet. I lie on the couch in the dark, arms crossed behind my head, listening to the faint hum of the motel’s air conditioner. If I think about it logically, I’d tell myself she isn’t truly “mine” or “ours.”

Anya belongs to herself, and we’re only here to help her discover who she really wants to be. As much as I want her, I want that for her more. She’s never had the chance to know herself, and she should get that. Everybody should.

She doesn’t need us telling her who she is, either.

I close my eyes, forcing my breathing to steady. The last memory that flits through my thoughts is the look in her eyes as she comes undone under our hands. It’s a glimpse of something fragile yet powerful—something I want to nurture.

This is temporary. I knew it was from the start. And if my chest caves in a little at the thought of her leaving someday, well, that’s a problem for another time.

12

THEO

I liein the darkness of our shared suite, stretched out on the bed next to Gage, staring at the ceiling. He and Hunter eventually dozed off—soft snores and the occasional shuffle of sheets suggest they’re both dead to the world. Anya is on the other mattress, her breathing light and even.

But I can’t sleep. My mind keeps replaying the look on her face when her body tensed and she found release. It was…exquisite. Beyond beauty, beyond art, beyond anything I have ever experienced.