Eight Brothers Fiancee (Love by Numbers 7)

“No,” Jett responded. “It’s just that, that’s not usually how people react to us. We’re the poor, unfortunate orphans who were ‘rescued’ by Richard. Don’t get me wrong, our dad saved us, there’s no question, and I wouldn’t give up my family for the world. People just don’t see it that way.”

“We’re seen as a publicity stunt,” Rogan explained. “No one takes us seriously. The only ones who are recognized as true Foxxes are Harley and Huxley.”

I could hear the resentment in his voice as he spoke. There was more than one reason the brothers tended to pair up, one I don’t think the twins were entirely aware of. “That’s not your reality though,” I said. “I can tell by the way your dad dotes on all of you that he loves all of his sons, and he was smart to invest in all of you. You’re not just great businessmen, but wonderful men.”

Jett and Rogan stared at me as though I’d just read them the cure for cancer. “My brothers were right about you,” Rogan said. “You’re special.”

My cheeks began to burn and I was certain I was blushing deeply. It was enlightening to be around a Rogan who actually talks and uses sarcasm and a Jett who lets loose and has more of a playful side. If I’d never come to spend time with them, I never would have discovered who they really were. Much like Harley and Huxley, I was suddenly feeling like I would be lucky to have someone like one of them on my arm.

“What’s that look?” Jett asked.

I tilted my head to one side. “W-what look?” In a single, swift movement, Jett closed the distance between us and had his hand on the side of my neck. He brushed my hair away from it, tilting my head to one side and running his thumb along the skin. He looked into me, through me, like whether or not I was honest, he’d know my thoughts anyway. “That starved look. Did my brothers not satisfy you the other night?”

I might have guessed that the twins would have spilled the beans to their brothers. I wasn’t angry more than I was embarrassed. I didn’t want them thinking I was that kind of girl. Still, with Jett pressed against me and Rogan slowly drifting towards me from the side, I was beginning to imagine being sandwiched between a different set of Foxx brothers. What was happening to me? I didn’t know the woman that was bearing her neck to beasts.

“We’d be more than happy to make up the difference,” Rogan said. His hand swished through the water and found itself on my ass. “If you wanted?”

I looked up at Jett and over at Rogan. They had me cornered and I didn’t mind. With my heart racing faster than colliding atoms, I found myself without the ability to resist them. I did want them. I peered into Jett’s blue eyes, realizing that, for not being related by blood, they were very similar to Rogan’s. “I want it.”

19

Alexa

Rogan closed his mouth over mine, leading with his tongue to snake in and intermingle with mine. My head was already going fuzzy as he spun my body towards him and snaked his hand between us and down to my underwear. He slipped his hand under the fabric and started to rub my pussy. Even though the pool water was heated, his hand was much hotter by comparison. The water cooled around me as his warm fingers poked at my clit and slid along the slit in my lips and the combination was driving me crazy. He bit my bottom lip and sucked while fingering me below and my head was already threatening to flee my body. Jett closed in on me from behind, and I could feel his hardness poking at my ass. I’d only just lost my virginity to the twins a few days ago, but I wasn’t so dumb to think that the natural progression for a woman sleeping with two men was to eventually let them use both her holes. I just didn’t quite know if I was ready for it yet.

“You know how the twins have a kink for always having sex as a pair?” Jett whispered into my ear and his hot voice on my skin sent a chill down my spine. “We all have different kinks. Just another way to tell the Foxx brothers apart.”

My skin had a copious amount of goosebumps. Call it naivety, but I didn’t even know there were that many kinks to have.

“Do you have any kinks, Alexa?”

I knew the one I was quickly developing: a kink for sleeping with the Foxx brothers. First Harley and Huxley and now Jett and Rogan. Being with these men; that was my kink.

“Don’t worry,” Rogan said, “we’ll share ours with you until you love them. Want to know mine?”