Her Best Men

In an instant, Chance’s lips were on mine as his hands rounded around to my ass. I could feel his strength pressing into me, pinning me between him and the cool glass of the sliding back doors.

“I’ll give it to you just the way you want,” he said into my lips.

He stripped me of my clothes before he picked me up against his body. I wrapped my legs around him, feeling him carry me up the steps. He opened up one of the bedrooms and laid me down onto the bed. I could hear the footsteps of the other Trent brothers behind us, and I was thrilled for the show we were about to give them.

Chance’s lips kissing down my cheek and suckling at the skin on my neck.

“Oh Chance,” I said, whispering.

“Say it again,” he said.

“Chance,” I said. “Please don’t make me wait.”

“I love it when you say my

name.”

His lips traveled down my breasts, bypassing my nipples that were angry and screaming for attention. His hands parted my legs, and I felt my juices dripping out onto the bed. He kissed the insides of my legs, sniffing my scent deeply before his tongue slid up my slit. My hands wound into the sheets underneath my body, and my heels dug into Chance’s back while his tongue worked my clit.

I could feel my toes curling even before he picked up his pace. And the most erotic part of the experience was my acute awareness of the other brothers in the room – patiently waiting.

Had someone told me I’d be in this position (pun intended) one month ago, I would have laughed in disbelief.

Yet, in this very moment I knew one thing for certain: I was the luckiest girl in this enchanted mountain town.

CHAPTER ONE - KYRA

Why the hell did I become a sex education teacher?

I’m the last person that should be teaching these kids about sex!

My eyes scanned the words on the page, and the text made my cheeks flushes. I swallowed as the students continued to stare. I could hear their snickers and feel their judgmental glances burning into my skin.

Oh, that’s right…it was either this, or babysitting obnoxious rich kids.

I forced myself to keep reading the words out loud, but my voice continued to stammer. “The tip of the…ahem… male’s anatomy… is the most sensitive part of his body. It is akin to a woman’s…’”

“If she can’t say ‘penis,’ she’ll never say ‘clit,” one student said.

“Miss Lancaster, are you trying to say a dude’s cockhead is like my clit?”

I whipped my head up while my eyes scanned the room. “Who asked that?”

“Me,” said the Angela Lopez, the girl at the back of the class that had it in for me the entire semester.

“Well, yes that’s what this book is trying to say,” I said.

“Nah, the book says it just fine. But you can’t even say the word ‘penis.’ How’d you get this job anyway?”

“Come on, Miss Lancaster,” another student said. “Say it. Say ‘penis.”

The children were laughing uncontrollably like something out of a nightmare. I dipped my head toward the pages of the book, not wanting to face the jeering mob.

What has my life come to?

After a college career spent learning psychology and education, this was where it got me. A sad reality spent drooling over an idiot ex-fiancé that wanted nothing to do with the real me.

Landon was much more interested in the pathetic picture of a cookie cutter wife he wanted me to fit into. I’d basically put my life and dreams on hold when I dropped everything and followed him into the city.