Page 78 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

“I don’t know how to do this with you when you’re in the middle of trying to figure out what you want with Jude. And Reid.”

She flinches and that says everything.

“I’m not accusing you of anything,” I say. “But I need to understand what I’m stepping into.”

She looks away, chewing on the inside of her mouth. Then finally she says, “There’s something with all of you. Different things. I don’t know how to make it make sense. I want each of you for different reasons, and I don’t think I can choose without losing something important.”

“And if I asked you to choose?” I ask.

Her eyes meet mine. “Then I’d choose none of you,” she says softly.

She reaches for me, and I’m already reaching back. Her fingers wrap around my wrist, and for a second, neither of us says anything. I feel the tremor in her hand. Then I step forward and pull her in.

I press my mouth to hers and lose myself in the taste of her. She exhales into me and pulls harder at my shirt. I back her into the countertop without meaning to. She gasps when the granite hits her low back. I kiss her again before she can say anything.

Her hands slide beneath my shirt, fingers searching until they reach skin. Her palms press against my stomach.

Lola pulls back. “We shouldn’t do this here.”

“Lola…”

She takes my hand. “Come with me.”

I follow her out the door and across the lawn without hesitation. The grass is damp beneath our feet. When we get to her house she opens the door and pulls me inside.

We move through her house and she doesn’t stop until we’re upstairs. She stops at her bedroom door and she turns to look at me.

I reach for her again and kiss her hard. She moans into my mouth and pulls me forward until we’re inside. She closes the door behind us, locks it and then she walks me backward toward the bed, kissing me the whole way.

I sit down and she straddles my thighs, hands already at my belt buckle. Her fingers move fast, but I catch her wrist before she gets it undone.

“You’re sure?”

She nods. “Yes.”

I let go of her wrist.

She gets my jeans open without much effort. I lift my hips, rip off my jeans and boxers, and toss the condom from my wallet onto the bed. She’s already pulling off her clothes without hesitation. God, she’s so beautiful. And naked in front of me.

I reach for her, palms dancing across the tops of her thighs, up her waist, over the naked curves I’ve only ever imagined. I pull her in and kiss her again. I slide one hand up the back of her neck and hold her still while I kiss my way down her throat.

I ease her down onto the bed and follow. My mouth moves lower, tasting every inch of her skin. Every reaction she gives me is a variable I want to test again. The sound she makes when I drag my lips along the underside of her breast makes my cock jump. Her thighs tense when I breathe against her lower belly. And there’s a sharp inhale when I kiss the crease where her hip meets her thigh.

She lets out a deep moan when I spread her open and move my lips to her clit. I drag my tongue in a slow, deliberate circle and feel her shudder.

Fuck.

I do it again. This time I apply pressure with my tongue. Her back arches. Her hands grab onto the sheets and hold tight. She makes a breathless sound that ends in another moan.

I want to know every sound she makes. I want to know how she sounds when I suck instead of lick. So I do. I wrap my lips around her clit and suck.

She moans louder and she grabs the back of my head and pulls me closer.

Damn, she’s wet. Salty, sweet, perfect.

I slide two fingers inside her. Her thighs clamp around my head and her entire body locks up.

“There,” she gasps.