in fact.
“That’s not the case?”
“No.”
That was the truth, he could sense it. A nice change of pace for the little daycare owner who’d been stringing them along.
“Prove it,” he challenged.
“How?”
“Use your imagination, darlin’.”
“I’m not sleepin’ with you to prove a point.”
“No one said a damn thing about sleep.” He leaned down, brushing that sensitive spot behind her ear with his thumb.
When his lips brushed hers, Keegan expected her to stop the charade, to tell him the real reason she was there. That she wanted to pursue things with Kaden, that she needed him to forgive her so she could move forward without a guilty conscience.
He did not expect her to lean into his lips and kiss him, or for her hands to slide up his chest then around his neck. Her fingernails scraped sensually against the back of his head and she was pulling him down to her.
With one simple swipe of her tongue against his lips, Bristol disarmed him completely. He gave in, gripping her hip with one hand, tangling his fingers in her hair with the other, and jerking her closer. The kiss ignited, her soft whimpers spurring him on.
For fuck’s sake. Keegan hadn’t gotten quite so caught up in a kiss since … hell, he didn’t know when. Bristol’s mouth was soft and sweet, submitting to his but never surrendering entirely. He fucking loved when a woman knew what she wanted, knew how to coax a man into giving it to her. He never would’ve pegged this sweet woman as one who could, but … dayum.
“Keep it up and I’m gonna strip you naked and bury myself inside you,” he warned, figuring that would be enough to scare her away from him.
Rather than pull out of his arms, Bristol whimpered as she leaned into him, their bodies pressed intimately together.
Keegan slid his hand down, lifted her leg so he could settle his hips at the soft apex of her thighs, grinding his rigid cock against her pussy. He couldn’t remember a time he’d been quite this out of control. It didn’t happen to him. He knew just what needed to be done to seduce a woman and still maintain that safe emotional distance. With Bristol, he was straddling that line, too damn close to the edge for comfort.
“You want that?” he asked, his voice laced with gravel.
“God, yes.”
Again, not at all what he expected.
“Then open the door,” he demanded. “It’s right behind you.”
Without an ounce of hesitation, her hand came from around his neck, reached back. A second later the door was opening.
Keegan pressed his forehead to hers, their breaths mingling while he held her lower body right where he wanted her. “Tell Kaden to join us.”
There was another whimper as she rolled her hips, the friction against his cock stealing what little air was left in his lungs.
“Kaden,” she said loudly enough to be heard through the house.
Although he couldn’t see him, Keegan was aware of his brother coming closer, stepping into the room. Kaden’s hand brushed his when he gripped Bristol’s hip and pressed up against her back. Then she was sandwiched between them, Keegan taking her mouth once more while Kaden moved her hair out of the way to trail his lips over the back of her neck.
They had her right where they wanted her.
The question was, how long would she stay?
*
If someone would’ve told her she’d be sandwiched between these two tonight, Bristol would’ve told them they were out of their mind. Despite the fact she’d willingly come over, succumbing to Kaden’s invitation, never did she think it would come down to this.
At the same time, she had no desire to stop it.
The opposite, in fact.
They were right. She had been running for the past year, keeping her distance because they scared the bejesus out of her. And it wasn’t because she truly believed they’d walked out on her that night. They’d been perfect gentlemen, not taking advantage of her inebriated state. She’d been grateful, but at the same time disappointed.
The passion they stirred in her was something she had never experienced before. She’d known that when she’d kissed them in that hotel room, and she’d remembered it every single day since. But this … this put that to shame because there were now two sets of hands on her, two men kissing her at the same time, touching her, making her burn from the inside out.
Bristol wanted to rationalize it, to assure herself this was a one-time thing, that tomorrow her brain