When Rivals Lose (Bayshore Rivals 2)

“Whatever we did in the past, is in the past now. Don’t blame yourself for anything. I forgave you a long time ago, and I’m just glad you forgave me in return,” he says, taking my hand, and just like that, I feel much better. Yes, we both made mistakes, but everybody does, some just bigger than others.

On day three of our cabin getaway, I start to get antsy. We all decided that we would wait until the end of the day to see if the private investigator could find something. If he came up empty, then we would be going back to Bayshore tonight. The hours drag on, and Banks continues to check his phone to see if anything turns up.

“I’m going for a run,” Oliver announces, getting up and walking over to his duffel bag. He rifles through it and pulls out a pair of worn Nikes. He puts them on and starts for the door, pausing briefly with his hand on the knob. “I shouldn’t be gone long, so if I’m not back in an hour, call out a search party.” He grins and slips out the door, closing it softly behind him, leaving Banks, Sullivan, and I alone together.

I look between them, and they’re both looking at me with a heat in their eyes that I know fairly well now. It has been three days since I had sex with Oliver and Banks, and since that day, it has been harder and harder to push away my wants and needs for all three of them. I want them all together, but I’m not sure I could handle that just yet.

“I’m going to take a shower.” A cold one.

“Okay, you want me to join?” Sullivan wiggles his eyebrows back and forth, the grin he’s giving me goes straight to my core. I bite my bottom lip to stifle my moan. If I said yes then that would leave Banks all alone out here, and I couldn’t do that to him.

Standing, I roll my bottom lip between my teeth and stare down at him batting my eyelashes seductively, “What if I did? Would you come?”

“Oh… I would more than come. I’d come, and then you would too.” He winks, but I don’t miss the way his gaze darkens at my words.

“If you’re bringing him into the shower then I’m coming too,” Banks informs us, also giving me a panty-melting smile, which is fine since I’m not wearing any. I only had one pair, and after washing them once, I decided just to wear my shorts.

Sullivan and Banks exchange a look, their smiles widening as if they had come up with some secret plan that I knew nothing about. Standing up, they stalk toward me while I walk backward. I’m not afraid of them, if anything, it’s quite the opposite. I’m excited, my blood humming, my entire body electrified waiting for one of them to make a move, to put their hands on me.

“Since the other night, I’ve wondered what you would look like with my cock in your mouth.” Banks licks his lips, and I can’t pull my eyes away from the motion of his pink tongue as it sweeps across his bottom lip. All I can think about is that tongue, against my skin, flicking against my clit until I explode.

“And all I could think about was how jealous I was that my brothers got to have a taste of you, but I didn’t,” Sullivan smirks, his hand moving to the front of his loose-fitting gym shorts. “My cock’s been hard for days replaying that night in my head over and over again. The way you fell apart as they brought you to orgasm again and again. Your gasps and pants. The sweet sounds you made will forever be embedded in my mind.”

I nearly gasp when the back of my knees make contact with the bed, and thankfully so, because they’re wobbling so badly, I’m sure I’ll fall over any second. I watch as Sullivan prowls toward me from the front, while Banks comes at me from the side. Such a predator.

They both reach the bed at the same time, Sullivan reaching for my shirt, relieving me of the fabric without a word.

In seconds, I’m naked, and I’m not even sure how it happened so fast. All I know is that the cool air feels nice against my heated skin. I fall back upon the soft comforter, as the two guys look down at me with feral gazes; like I’m a lone doe wandering the woods and they’re two wolves who haven’t had a meal in weeks.

“It’s your turn,” I say cheekily, looking over their still clothed bodies. Banks moves first, pulling off his shirt with ease, and tossing it to the floor beside him. Then he pulls down his shorts, his massive erection springing free.