Page 84 of My Ex's Billionaire Brothers

And all the while, I memorize each and every sound she makes, and all the sights. The way her body flushes pink at her chest and neck when she closes in on her climax. How she tries to chase her pleasure when we slow down. The way her cheeks hollow when Theo pulls back, because she’s sucking on him so hard. Those whimpers that become harsh gasps, and how her pussy squeezes on my cock as her orgasm begins.

She screams around his cock, a mix of half words and sobbing jags as she comes apart on us. Her body goes limp on me, so Hunter slides out and unties her. Theo backs off too, and I roll us back onto the bed as she shudders in my arms. Her heart races in time with mine. None of us?—

“More,” she breathes. “I need more.” She practically writhes on my thigh.

I roll her onto her back and hold her hands down. “Theo.”

He climbs onto the bed, sliding deep inside her without a thought. She throws her head back as she cries out, ecstatic. He pounds her into the mattress, and when Hunter returns from cleaning up in the bathroom, he lies next to her, plucking at her nipples to add to her pleasure.

When Theo comes, he buries himself deep, and that extra bit takes her over the edge again. I pray her parents don’t come home early, or they’ll hear her ragged cries.

Theo pulls out, and Hunter growls, “Flip her over.”

We do, getting her to her hands and knees. I take a wrist out to the side, and so does Theo, forcing her chest against the bed, with her ass up for Hunter. He dives straight in, smacking her ass hard enough to leave a mark. “Fuck!” He hammers into herfrom behind, and all the while her sweet whimpers fill the air. Their bodies slap together like applause, until he grunts, “Close.”

I reach for her clit as I hold that wrist, and her body bucks against him. She purrs obscenities while Hunter demands, “Kitten, come for me now!”

A cry peals out of her as she rocks against him, and his body jolts inside of her until he comes to a stop. He smacks her ass once more before pulling out and clumsily climbing from position.

I can’t wait any longer. “Over.” Once she’s on her back, I lift her legs onto my shoulders, folding her in half. I need to see her face when I slide into her once more. Her lips part in a gasp when I go as far as I possibly an, feeling all the wet warmth of their combined cum as I thrust. We’re going to fill her with us, mark her as ours.

When I’m seated, I tease, “You like that, baby? All our cum inside you?”

“Yes, please, yes! More!”

I thrust into her, feeling it seep between us. But I like that. Like knowing she’s ours in some primal way. My control has slipped, and I couldn’t care less. Rational thought is distant memory. I have to have her like this—trapped, begging for more. Just as animal as me.

I pin her ankles to the pillow and go to town, savoring every slick slide, every wordless gasp. Three good thrusts like that, and her body twitches on me. She can’t say the words, but they’re plain on her flushed, sweaty face. She’s coming on me, milking me, pulling me with her. The surge heats me through, spine, balls, cock, skin. I roar over her as I finish, marking her as mine too.

35

HUNTER

Early in the morning,I slip out to see if I can do something nice for everyone. After quietly throwing on a pair of sweatpants and a T-shirt, I creep down the staircase, careful not to wake anyone.

The kitchen is drenched in pale morning light streaming through the window above the sink. I decide on waffles, because if I’m going to play chef, I might as well go big. Before long, I have a rhythm going—mixing batter, heating up the iron, crisping bacon in a pan, one more step in the coffee-making process. Soon, the smell of fresh coffee, bacon grease, and sweet waffle batter curls through the air.

Except, it’s not my brothers or Anya who stumble upon me first—it’s Alexei. The back door opens, letting in a brief gust of cool morning air, and there he stands in the doorway, a pack of something in his hand. He seems startled to find me here, spatula in midair, bacon sizzling.

“Morning,” I say, mustering my friendliest grin.

He nods slowly, setting a brown paper bag on the counter. “Morning. I, uh…I didn’t realize any of you were awake.”

“Figured I’d whip up some breakfast, since I woke up early.”

He hovers near the kitchen table for a moment, eyeing me like he’s trying to figure out what box to put me in. The unwanted suitor box? The dangerous brute box? Or maybe something else?

After a few seconds, he pulls out a chair and sits down, clearing his throat. “That’s…that’s good of you,” he finally says. “We, uh, got in earlier than expected—your mother, your aunt, and me.” He pauses. “Well, Anya’s mother, not yours. You know what I mean.”

I suppress a snort. The poor guy is obviously flustered. “No worries, sir. Coffee?”

He glances at the pot that’s nearing the end of its brew cycle. “Yes, please.”

I grab a mug from the cabinet and fill it, passing it to him. He takes a sip, nodding his approval. I return to the waffle iron and carefully peel off a golden-brown waffle, setting it on a plate next to the growing stack.

Alexei sniffs the air. “Smells good.”

“Waffles always do,” I say, smirking. “Figured we could have a hearty breakfast to soak up all that holiday madness.”