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Chapter Thirty-One

CALLIE

Brax is lounging on the couch when we finally get home at 3:00 AM. Exhaustion weighs heavy on every inch of my body, but when Jax smooths his hand over my ass as he walks by me, my mind lights up with a million ideas.

“Where’s Knox?”

“Sleeping, he has to get to the shop early,” Brax says, tipping his head as I walk toward him. His gaze slips down my body, lingering on the cleavage the top barely contains and the short shorts, desire kindling in the depths of his eyes.

Lucky for us, there’s no summer school on the weekend.

I stop in front of him, pinning my knee between his open legs and placing my hands on the back of the couch.

He tips his head.

Leaning in, I brush my mouth over his. “Too bad for him, I’m feeling feisty.”

Jax chuckles from the kitchen where he’s running the tap. I kiss Brax and side-eye Jax, but he and I are already on the same page. He strides toward us, and I break the kiss, face flushed as I straighten.

“Drink this.” He hands me water.

Brax’s hands coast over the backs of my legs, smooth over my ass, squeeze, and then travel down once more, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. “Be a good girl and listen to my brother,” he purrs, sitting up and running his lips over the top of my breasts.

My throat bobs. Fuck the water, give me both of them.

Jax arches an eyebrow.

Right. Drink the water. I quickly drain the glass and as soon as I lower it, Jax sets it on the table.

His hand threads into my hair, wrenching my head in his direction so he can capture my lips. His tongue teases the seam of my mouth, and I open for him with a happy sigh. Brax peppers little love bites and kisses all over my chest, fingers tugging the top down until my tits spill out of it.

Humming in approval, he sucks one nipple into his mouth and kneads my other breast, tweaking and rolling that pebbled peak.

My body blazes with need, and I press my thighs together, whining at the absence of the friction I want. The first time we did this, it changed my world in more ways than one. I realize that it will do the same thing again, but this time, heartbreak won’t follow.

Only happiness.

Jax’s lips pull away, and he places his mouth at the shell of my ear. “Can we share you, Callie? Take you together again?”

Is he asking permission to sandwich me between their hard bodies? I thought it was obvious I’m all the way fucking in. “If you don’t, I’m going to be pretty mad.”

He and Brax both laugh; Brax’s chuckle rumbles over my breast and he pulls back, trading a look with Jax. Without speaking, they come to an agreement that I’m not privy to, but it doesn’t matter as long as I have both of them.

Jax threads his fingers through mine. Brax rights my shirt for the walk to the bedroom and takes my other hand. Jax leads us to his room, the farthest one from Knox’s, and Brax shuts the door. Before I can even think, they’re on me; Jax’s mouth claims mine again and Brax pushes my hair aside, kissing my neck, undoing my top and pulling it off. He unclasps my bra, callused fingers brushing along my arms as he takes that off as well.

My hands find Jax’s shirt and he pulls back long enough to help me yank it over his head. In a matter of seconds, we’re undressed, Jax’s heat warming me from the front, and Brax’s enveloping my back.

We stumble toward the bed, grasping, stroking, kissing, hungry and desperate to repeat history. The mattress dips as we get on, and I kneel, tugging on Jax’s hair and deepening the kiss as Brax’s teeth scrape over my pulse point. My core pulses with need, and as if they’re fully attuned, one of them teases my clit and the other pushes two fingers inside of me.

I drop my head back with a heady moan, and Jax kisses down the other side of my throat. Both brothers kiss and suck and bite my neck. My eyes flutter closed as they work together, Jax’s fingers driving into me, curling and stroking my walls. Brax’s thumb rolling over my clit. They work together until I’m panting, trembling between their bodies, fully at their mercy as they drive me over the edge.

Brax’s free hand clamps over my mouth before my cry can wake up Knox. “Those screams are just for us,” he chastises, moving his thumb faster over my nerves, my already over sensitive skin almost revolts in protest, but Jax presses his fingers hard over my g-spot, the two of them effectively pinching both pleasure points together. Brax’s palm muffles my next moan.

“Such a good girl,” Jax purrs. “Who do you want here?” he asks, pumping his fingers in and out of my pussy.

Last time we were together, I went down on Jax while Brax was inside of me. Anal with them will be different than with Theo because they’re bigger than him, but I know they’ll take care of me.

Brax’s palm moves down to cup one of my boobs, teeth dragging over my pulse point as they wait for my decision.