Page 106 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“I’m not.”

Reid snorts into his coffee. “That was convincing.”

“I’m just thinking.”

Miles speaks without looking up. “You’re spiraling. Just a little bit. It’s alright.”

I take a bite of toast. “I’m just trying to figure out how bad it’s going to be when I eventually talk to them again. I mean, I can avoid them for a while, but I still have to pay rent.”

“You don’t owe rent,” Miles says plainly.

I blink. “What? What do you mean?—”

“There’s no lease in place. I, um, checked.”

“And when exactly did you do that?” Reid challenges.

“That’s not the point. You don’t have to pay rent. There was no signed agreement. If they try to take you to court, they have no enforceable claim.”

“Oh.”

“You have nothing to worry about,” Jude assures me. He leans in and presses a kiss to my shoulder.

Reid reaches for my plate. “You done?”

“Yeah.”

He stacks it with his own and stands, but instead of heading toward the kitchen, he sets the dishes on a side table.

Jude watches him move. “Are we cleaning up?”

“Later.” Reid closes the door, locks it and leans back against the wall with his eyes on me. “I’d rather do something else right now.”

I give him a look. “You’re so subtle, Reid.”

“Wasn’t trying to be.”

Reid pats the table we were just eating on. “Lay down, Lola.”

I do and Reid doesn’t waste any time. His lips crash into mine, his tongue forcing its way into my mouth, claiming me with a ferocity that leaves me gasping. His hands roam my body, pinching my nipples until I whimper.

He pulls away and drops to his knees between my legs. He yanks my panties to the side, exposing me to the cool air. Then he buries his face between my thighs, his tongue lapping at my clit like a man possessed.

“Fuck, Reid,” I moan, my fingers tangling in his hair, pulling him closer. This is an even more intense version of Reid than I’m used to. He growls against me, his tongue fucking me in quick, relentless strokes.

My hips buck against his face, desperate for more. He slides two fingers inside me, and immediately finds that spot that drives me fucking crazy. I come hard, my body convulsing.

“I’m going to fuck you so hard later, but I’m trying to be a good boy and learn how to share,” Reid says.

Jude steps forward, his cock already straining against his pants. He grabs me by the hips and flips me onto my stomach.

He lightly slaps one of my butt cheeks, the sound echoing through the room, before spreading me open and burying his face in my pussy from behind. His tongue is relentless, licking and sucking at my clit while his fingers plunge in and out of my pussy.

“You taste so fucking good,” Jude groans, his voice muffled against my body. He pulls away long enough to strip off his pants, his cock springing free, thick and ready.

He grabs a condom and rolls it on with practiced ease. He lines himself up with my entrance and pushes in slowly, inch by inch, until he’s buried in me. I cry out, as he starts to move, his hips pushing into mine with a tortuously slow rhythm.

Miles watches from the sidelines, his hand stroking his cock as he watches Jude fuck me senseless. He steps forward, his eyes locked on mine, and grabs a fistful of my hair, pulling my head back. “Open your mouth, baby,” he commands, and I obey without hesitation. He shoves his cock past my lips, fucking my mouth with the same intensity Jude is fucking my pussy.