The Billionaires: The Stepbrothers (Lover's Triangle 3)

He pressed a finger to her lips. “Don’t apologize. You never once misrepresented who you are and what you do. What you’re trying to accomplish when it comes to this case. Michael and I willingly let you question us. My mother consented to the brunch, even knowing why you were there. For all we know, maybe she subconsciously wanted to crack. She’s kept a lot bottled up and this might have been an outlet she needed.”

Gently brushing his finger from her mouth, Scarlet asked, “Then you do forgive me?”

“Without doubt.”

“Sam.” She clasped the sides of his neck with her hands, went on tiptoe, and kissed him.

He slipped his arms around her waist and pulled her to him, feeling her hard nipples and satiny skin—and getting worked up all over again. He knew Michael was wanting her, too.

So Sam reluctantly ended the kiss and guided Scarlet into the shower. Michael followed. The water cascaded over all three of them. Scarlet closed her eyes and tipped her head back to drench her hair and face. Sam gave her a washcloth and she scrubbed away her light makeup. The men lathered their hands with soap, and with Michael at her front and Sam at her back they left suds over every inch of her.

Her ass ground against Sam’s erection. Her fingers coiled into Michael’s biceps. Michael kissed her as Sam palmed her breasts and caressed before rolling and pinching her nipples with the aid of water and soap as lubricants. Michael’s hand slipped between her legs to rub her clit.

Sam whispered in her ear, “Do you want us both again?”

“Oh, God, yes,” she vehemently said.

Michael shifted and grabbed her hips. He lifted her up and she wound her legs around him. From behind her, Sam cupped her ass cheeks. Michael eased into her first. Then Sam’s cockhead pressed into the small hole in her cleft and she let out an erotic cry. Her head fell back against Sam’s shoulder, her eyes closed. He kissed and nipped her neck as Michael’s tongue flitted over her nipples.

Scarlet’s arm stretched upward and her fingers tangled in Sam’s wet hair and Michael’s with her other hand. The men moved slowly inside her, in unison. Doubling her arousal. And their own.

As much as Sam loved being buried in her pussy, it felt incredible to fuck her ass. She was so damn tight. But the water had slickened his cock and he carefully pumped into her.

Scarlet moaned softly. Then said, “There is absolutely nothing better than feeling you both at the same time.”

“And this is better than it’s ever been with anyone else,” Michael said.

“Yes,” Sam added.

“I was hoping you’d both think that.”

Michael kissed her. Then Sam. They picked up the pace, their hips bucking, their breathing accelerating.

“Yes,” she murmured. “Just like that.” She writhed between them. “It’s too much to hold on to, but so, so perfect.” Her body tensed. She squeezed tight. And then she cried out again as she came.

Sam’s excitement spiked and he exploded inside her, a mere second before Michael did.

“Oh!” Scarlet’s body jerked and she clenched firmly. “That’s so amazing. You both coming inside me, filling me. Oh, God. I don’t know if I can ever get enough of you.”

A similar sentiment lodged in Sam’s brain. His gaze locked with Michael’s. And Sam was certain it was a reality his stepbrother shared.

Michael returned the estate two days later. He sauntered into the art gallery where he’d been informed Karina was currently located. He was a little shocked to learn that tidbit, since she’d boycotted the room following the theft and he’d figured she’d be even less inclined to visit following the “big reveal” at brunch.

She was standing toward the end of the gallery, staring in the general direction of where the van Gogh had hung.

Michael cleared his throat so he didn’t startle her. It took a few seconds for her to drag her gaze away and turn to face him. She pulled in a deep breath and then gave him a fragile smile.

Michael’s gut wrenched. Guilt was one thing to contend with. Feeling like a colossal asshole was something altogether different.

He kissed her lightly on the cheek and told her, “I came to apologize.”

She frowned, looking perplexed. “You have absolutely nothing to apologize for, Michael. This is a mess I created for myself.”

“Don’t put this all on you, Karina. We all contributed to the problem.”

“No. These were my struggles and I should have been more transparent from the beginning, at least with your father. But the truth is … I saw how losing your mother affected him. It cut deep, Michael. And I know he hid that from you. That’s who he is. He internalizes and calls upon his own strength, not someone else’s, to pull through. I respect and admire that about him.”

“But not everyone is that way, Karina. You don’t have to be that way. He wouldn’t have expected it from you. My mother immediately went to him when she was diagnosed