London Dynasty (The Dynasties #1) - Geneva Lee Page 0,56

West Ham?” I asked Holden, feeling more comfortable speaking to him with Spencer at my side.

“Like he said, we pretty much agree on everything but food. We definitely have the same taste.” Holden winked at me.

Next to me, Spencer was too busy yelling at the television to notice his brother’s flirtations. I took a long swig of my beer followed by another. It was going to be a long match.

Apparently, during any Premier League match, food delivery was couriered by snails. Our dinner still hadn’t arrived as the final minutes were counting down on the clock, and I was three beers deep and beginning to feel buzzed. Spencer and Holden weren’t much better off. Each bad call seemed to result in more drinking. I was too tipsy to know if the referees were as bad as the brothers both thought or if the team was simply living up to its reputation.

“I’m going to use the loo,” I told Spencer, kissing his cheek. He grunted a response, his eyes never leaving the match. I left them discussing whether West Ham would finally be relegated this year.

I’d had enough beer that it felt good to relieve myself. When I finally stood to wash my hands, I looked in the mirror and found my face blurring slightly at the edges. Food needed to arrive soon, or I ran the risk of getting far too drunk. I retied my hair, straightened my shirt, and returned to the living room.

The couch was empty and the match over. I looked around, wondering where they had gone. Opening the fridge door, I pulled out another lager and began looking around for the bottle opener. I finally spotted it sitting next to the sink, surrounded by nearly a dozen other bottle caps. Moving to open it, I felt two strong arms wrap around me.

“You smell good,” Spencer said, nuzzling the sensitive spot behind my ear. A soft moan slipped out of me and I felt his cock stiffen in response. Twisting in his arms, the beer forgotten on the counter, I offered my lips to him. The kiss was deep and slow. My mouth parted and his tongue slipped inside, flicking lazily over my teeth and sending an icy thrill racing up my spine. Somewhere in my drunken haze, I thought I heard an alarm ringing. But I was too lost to him, to lost to this slow, purposeful kiss. It wasn’t like the others. It was full of a longing he had never shown me rather than the hunger with which he’d devoured me the night before.

“Well, then,” his voice interrupted, and I broke away from him as I tried to process how he could be kissing me and speaking to me at the same time.

I stumbled backward as my eyes fell on Spencer standing in the open entry, holding a paper bag. My hand flew to my mouth as my brain caught up with the situation.

“You bastard!” I smacked Holden in the chest. I turned pleading eyes on Spencer, hoping he could see the mistake I’d made, but his face was shadowed. “I’m sorry—”

“Don’t apologize,” Spencer said, his words slurring slightly, as he placed the curry on the kitchen island. “I told you my brother and I have the same taste in everything but food.”

“That doesn’t mean that it’s okay for me to kiss him. I thought—”

“That it was me?” he guessed. There was a sort of detached interest on his face as he watched me fumble for an explanation. Meanwhile, Holden was lounging against the counter, looking neither guilty nor ashamed. Instead, he seemed amused.

“I didn’t know if you were going to share this one with me,” Holden said to his brother.

Spencer abandoned the food and took a spot equidistant to us. “That’s up to her,” he said. “She isn’t like the others.”

“I can see that.” Holden continued to speak to his brother like I wasn’t there.

“Wait?” I stopped them. “Share me?”

I did my best to muster an appropriate amount of disgust at this suggestion, but I was beginning to feel feverish with them both here. This is what Eliza had told me to do. She told me they would be into it. Why hadn’t I believed her? Because I didn’t want to? Because I wanted Spencer to keep me to himself?

That was dangerous. I knew that. And standing here with both of them in front of me and alcohol swimming in my veins, I couldn’t think of a reason not to have both. Hadn’t