Page 29 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

The realization brings me to the edge, and his fingers do the rest, spiraling pleasure through me. My body jerks with every echoing throb of my orgasm until I finally settle in his arms.

By the time I come back to myself, I’m breathless, my thighs shaking. Theo stands and gathers me close, pressing gentle kisses to my temple. My body feels weak,satisfied, yet I’m still buzzing with adrenaline.

As he turns me around to kiss me, I murmur, “More. I need more.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“More as in…?”

I’m not even nervous when I say it. “All of you. Now.”

He lets out a hiss, whispering, “Fuck yes.” He kisses me once, harder, fiercer than before, then takes my hand, and we leave the tiny bathroom for the main part of the suite.

Until the cold air hits me, I had completely forgotten just how naked I am. But I’m not cold for long. The look on Gage and Hunter’s faces when they see us is nothing but pure heat. There’s a charge in the air, and I feel it on every inch of my skin.

Gage stands in boxers, and Hunter in his lounge pants. The eldest Carver brother’s muscles have their own muscles, and his brother is no slouch in that department either. Merely leaner. Looks like the two queen beds have morphed into something more inviting for four people.

Gage says, “We caught an earful and thought having a larger bed might be useful.” He gives me a slow, heated once-over. “You alright, baby?”

I nod, crossing the few steps that separate us. My heart thumps at the way Hunter’s lips quirk in a half smile as he takes in my naked body. I exhale, steeling myself.It’s now or never.

“I’m ready,” I tell them, voice trembling only a little. “For…everything.”

The tension in the room ignites like a spark to kindling. Hunter steps closer, slipping his arm around my waist while Gage brushes a gentle palm against my cheek. Theo stays close behind me, his presence a protective warmth at my back.

Gage’s knuckles brush against my cheek. “You have a choice?—”

“I know that.”

He smiles slightly, then brings that knuckle under my chin, forcing me to see only him. He has the face of a man who doesmanual labor for a living, but I know for a fact he doesn’t. Tan from being in the sun, not from a tanning bed. That superhero jaw. There are fine lines around his green eyes and brackets on either side of his mouth. A lifetime of memories on his handsome face.

“You have a choice in everything at every step of the journey,” Gage says firmly. “There’s no pressure here. If you want something, tell us. If you want to pause things anytime, you say ‘sunflower,’ and we pause. We will check in with you. If you want to stop, we stop. If you want to change things up, we change them up.”

Talking about this—negotiating things—is slowing me down, and I’m starting to lose my nerve. My voice is a whisper. “Okay.”

Hunter kisses my bare shoulder as he runs a fingertip from my neck down to my breast, where he circles me, making my nipple go hard. “So responsive…” He plants another kiss on my collarbone. “He’s right, you know. Never without your permission.”

I take a breath. “You have it.”

That’s all they needed to hear. Gage juts his chin at the other two, and they step away, giving him the space to bend down next to me and scoop me into his arms.

“Um, what? How? I’m too heavy?—”

“Hush. I deadlift two of you regularly,” he says with no strain in his voice whatsoever. “Maybe three.”

But I’m still panicked about it. I’m naked and far too heavy for him to carry, even if it’s just to the other side of the bed. “Why are you carrying me?”

He smirks. “Because I like to.” He lays me on the bed, and in a blink, he’s on top of me, hovering. He kisses a trail down the valley between my breasts, then starts exploring my ribs and stomach, still sinking downward.

Where is he going with this?

He nibbles my belly below my navel, and something inside of me panics. I reach for his shoulder. “Gage, why?—”

But he snatches my wrists. “Someone hold these.”

“With pleasure,” Hunter croons as he pins my wrists to the mattress over my head.