Page 84 of Filthy Rich Brother's Best Friends

This hurts, but I need her to hear it. I need her to know that even when I get it wrong—and I always get it wrong—I still come back. I will always come back for her.

She doesn’t say anything. Her arms are crossed over her chest, and the expression on her face tells me she’s sick of my shit. I don’t know what else I can say to prove I mean it. So, I show her.

I step into her space. My hands catch her face, and I kiss her, leaving no room for doubt. She gasps against my mouth. Her hands drop to her sides for a second, then wrap around my back.

My mouth moves against hers in a rhythm I can’t control. I pour every word I didn’t say into the way I kiss her. Every second I wasted, every fight I picked.

And she opens for me.

It takes effort to pull back. But I do. This isn’t just about the two of us.

“If we’re doing this,” I say to the others, “then we do it all the way. If we’re sharing, I think we need to understand what that actually means.”

Miles watches me with that unreadable expression he wears when he’s analyzing every angle. Jude isn’t like Miles. He makes decisions with his heart and it’s clear that Lola holds that in the palm of her hands. He steps forward without hesitation.

He fills in the space behind her. He brushes her hair over one shoulder and presses his lips to the back of her neck. She leans into him instinctively, eyes fluttering shut.

I drag my hand down until it wraps around her throat as I pull her in for another kiss. My tongue sweeps against hers and the sound she makes tears straight through me.

Jude’s hands settle on her waist. Her body is caught in the tension we’re drawing tighter with every second. She kisses me harder, one hand grabbing the front of my shirt, the other reaching back to grip Jude’s hip.

I pull back just enough to speak. “You good?”

She nods, her lips pink and swollen. “Are you?”

“Yeah, baby. I’m good.”

Miles locks the front door and pulls the shades down in the studio.

He steps closer, his eyes never leaving Lola. When he’s close enough, he reaches out and strokes her cheek. I feel the shudder that runs through her.

“I want all of you,” she whispers.

Miles brushes her lower lip. “Then we’re yours.”

Jude’s mouth is on her shoulder now. His hands are already under her top, sliding along her stomach, moving up to her breasts.

I grip her chin and tilt her face back toward mine. “We’re going to take our time with you.”

Her pupils are enormous. “I want that.”

Then everything between us clicks into place with perfect clarity.

Jude lifts her shirt and I watch as he reveals inch after inch of her skin. She lifts her arms to help him. Miles steps in and pulls down her leggings. He eases the fabric over her hips and kneels behind her to help her step out of them.

Jude’s mouth finds her neck again. Then her shoulder. His fingers trail beneath the band of her bra, grazing the swell of her breast.

She’s not nearly naked enough. I grab the band of her sports bra and pull it up over her head. I watch her nipples tighten with the cool air.

“Get on the floor,” I say, voice low.

She quickly lays down near the mirrored wall. Jude steps in behind her and grabs a stack of fresh towels from the storage shelf. He unrolls two, and lays them out on the mat.

She sits first, then shifts until she’s lying across the middle, completely exposed. Fuck, I want her so badly.I’vealwayswanted her.

Miles sinks to his knees. His hands land on her thighs, spreading them wide as he leans in. His tongue flicks against her clit and she moans. He locks his hands around her thighs and holds her steady.

Jude kneels behind her. He drags his hand down her chest, over the center of her stomach, then down between her legs to meet Miles’s mouth.