When Rivals Fall (Bayshore Rivals 1)

“It was a freak accident. Probably just a joke that went wrong. I promise, I’m fine,” I say weakly, wishing I was strong enough to believe the words I’m saying. She sighs deeply into the phone and I know she doesn’t believe me. She’s known me long enough to know I’m not okay, but she also knows I’m not ready to talk about it.

“Fine, but call me if you need me and oh, I almost forgot. This chick came by our room this morning, asking if you were okay. Carole I think was her name.”

“Caroline?”

“Yeah that’s it, she said she was worried about you last night and wanted to check up on you.”

“That’s sweet,” I say, wondering how she knew what room I lived in.

“I’m going to the gallery for a few hours, but I’ll have my phone on me, and I mean it. Anything, Harlow, even if you just want to talk.”

“I swear, I will call if anything happens,” I assure her. “Thank you for being an awesome friend, I love you.”

“Yeah, yeah. I love you too, bestie. Talk later.” I press the red end key on the phone and stand there for a moment, regaining my composure. I wasn’t breathing? I literally could’ve died, I was so close to death, but Oliver saved me.

He saved me.

Chapter Nine

If someone would have asked me two days ago how I was going to spend my Saturday, this would have been by far the furthest scenario from my mind. Banks, Oliver, and I are stretched out on the oversized sectional, each eating out of a box of Chinese takeout, while watching all the Die Hard movies.

We are already at the end of the second one and Sullivan still hasn’t returned. I wonder where the hell he is, but I don’t want to seem nosy, so I keep my mouth shut and enjoy this day without worrying.

“How is your back?” Banks asks, when the movie ends.

“It’s better, that stuff Sullivan put on there really helped.”

“Is that what you two were doing this morning?” he teases. “Maybe I can put some cream on you too.”

Oh God. I don’t know if it’s the reminder of what I did with Sullivan, or the suggestive tone in Banks’ voice, or maybe the way Oliver’s smoldering eyes are burning into me right now, but something has my core tightening and moisture building between my legs.

“You’re cute when you’re blushing,” Oliver says as he sits up and leans over to me. “Let’s see your back.” He tugs on my shirt urging me to lift it up.

I scoot to the edge of the couch and lift my shirt up on my back. I don’t plan on showing more skin than that, but when Oliver starts running his fingers slowly up my spine, I have this overwhelming need to take my shirt off all the way. I turn my head and look back over my shoulder just as Banks reaches out for me as well. His fingertips grazing over my ribs.

With both of them touching me at the same time my senses go into overdrive. Before I know what I’m doing, I pull my shirt off all the way and drop it onto the floor by my feet.

“Fuck yeah,” Oliver exclaims. Grabbing me by the hips, he spins me around and pulls me onto his lap. I straddle him in nothing but a pair of thin shorts, the fabric already soaked at my crotch.

I can’t hold back a moan when I feel his very hard cock pressing up against my clit. With his hands sprawled out on my thighs he grinds me over his length, but I really lose it when he takes one of my nipples into his mouth and swirls his tongue around the tight bud.

My head falls back as pure lust overcomes me. Suddenly I don’t care about how wrong this is, all I can think about is their hands on me, their mouths, their tongues, their…oh my god. I can’t believe this is happening. Am I going to lose my virginity during a threesome?

Oliver sucks on my puckered nipple and I lose my train of thought again.

“Don’t be so greedy, brother,” Banks growls from beside us and Oliver releases my nipple with a pop.

Banks smiles and cups one of my breasts before leaning down to take the other one into his mouth while I’m still straddling Oliver. The wrongness of it all is so exhilarating. I had Sullivan this morning and now I’m with his brothers.

I busy my hands threading my fingers through tufts of soft brown hair while Banks swirls his tongue around my hardened nipple. The sensations they both stir inside me are maddening.

Suddenly he stops and pulls away gently. I whimper at the loss of contact, my head too dizzy with lust as I try to figure out if I’ve done something wrong.