Beast Brothers

We’re standing by the elevator, waiting for a car to take us to the penthouse. I roll my eyes and elbow him, my poke not making much of a dent in his hard wall of muscle. I’m grateful for his cocky humor, though; it grounds me and gives me clarity.

I made my decision on the short walk from Zoe’s car to the building. I’ll have as much fun as I can tonight with these two beautiful men, because I’d be crazy to pass up the opportunity. I’ll take all the pleasure I can get, enough to forever obliterate Jason from my memories. I’ll do something most women never get to do: take a walk on the wild side and fulfill fantasies I didn’t even know I had until I met the Beast Brothers.

And then I’ll walk away. It’s the only sane thing I can do.

Brock and Cody may not be right for my heart, but they are one hundred percent right for my body. The merest touch of Brock’s lips on my skin lights me up all the way down to my toes.

Brock’s still wearing the dress shirt and khakis he had on during lunch. I did a double take — make that a quadruple take — when I saw him and Cody arrive at the restaurant earlier. Prior to then I’d only seen them in athletic wear — shorts, sweats, tees — and I’d have thought they couldn’t get any sexier. But their bright white button-downs and crisp pants somehow made them look even more masculine and muscular, and I wanted to crawl across the table and bite them.

I guess I’ll soon have my chance.

Brock brings me against him. One hand curls around my neck, working the muscles there, while the other draws circles at the base of my spine. “Have you been a good girl, or have you been playing with naughty toys?” he asks, as his magic fingers simultaneously relax me and arouse me.

“Naughty toys?” I repeat. My brain is already fogging over from the heat of his presence, his scent, his touch.

The elevator arrives, and when the doors close behind us, he cups his palm between my legs and makes his meaning clear. “You’re never going to be satisfied with a vibrator again after we’re through with you.”

Oh, my.

He tangles his fingers in my hair, tips my head back and kisses me while he continues to rub me through my jeans. I’m pretty sure I’m ready for him, even though I’ve been in his presence for less than two minutes.

The elevator beeps and Brock pulls slightly away, leaving a hand on my shoulder and steering me to the apartment.

Cody opens the door as we approach; he’s been waiting for us. The look in his eyes takes my breath away. It’s warm, even tender, but also full of intent.

“Hey ’licious,” he says as we enter the apartment. His lips curve in a sweet, sexy smile and I almost melt into a puddle on the floor. Thank goodness Brock is at my back, his solid muscular frame holding me up.

“Hi,” I breathe, and Cody’s smile widens to a grin. It’s mischievous, cocky, and oh so hot. Brock’s hands settle at my waist, and Cody takes one long step forward, right into my space.

I’m in the middle of a Beast Brothers sandwich again, and it’s even better than the first one.

Cody’s hands go into my hair, capturing me, tilting my head to the side. As his mouth nears mine, Brock’s hands move. One glides under my top to cup my breast; the other dives into my pants to cover me over my panties.

“Fuck, Megan,” he whispers. “You’re soaking wet.”

I can’t answer him because his brother is kissing me. Tingles shoot through me and I circle my arms around Cody’s neck, rising up on my toes because he’s so tall. I press myself against Cody while Brock closes the distance behind me, so almost every inch of me is in contact with the two of them. It’s heaven.

Cody’s tongue touches my lips. My mouth opens for him, and the kiss turns deep and hot and wet. Brock brushes his thumb over my nipple and a jolt of electricity sears right down to the other place his fingers are rubbing me. I whimper into Cody’s mouth as Brock slips his hand inside my panties and pushes a finger inside me.

Oh my god. This is amazing. I want the world to go away so I can be with them like this forever.

“So fuckin’ wet,” Brock says in my ear, his fing

er stroking slowly in and out of me. “So hot and tight. Beautiful, babe.” I clamp around him and his answering growl makes me even wetter, which I didn’t think was possible at this point.

Cody’s still kissing me, his hands busily undoing the buttons of my shirt. It’s tailored, hugging my curves, but has flouncy material at the wrists to give it a feminine touch. I wanted to dress up at least a little bit for the twins. And, hoping that I might be alone with them today, I wore a hidden surprise.

He gets my shirt open and breaks off the kiss. The grin comes back, this time with a wicked edge. “Leopard-print lingerie. Nice touch, babe.”

Brock leans over my shoulder to get a look. His mouth is right next to my ear; his voice is a low, hungry growl. “Sexy kitty. I knew you were our biggest fan.”

One of Cody’s hands goes to my waist; the other skims over the breast Brock isn’t touching, then hefts me in his palm. My hands are busy too, fingers going into his hair, tugging his shirt free of his pants, then diving underneath to roam the muscles of his broad, firm back.

They’re so hot — literally. It’s pumping off their bodies in waves. My skin is gleaming, and between them I feel like the most desired woman on the planet. Cody kisses me again; it’s even hotter than the first time, and when he lifts his head my breath is coming in short gasps.

“Bedroom,” Brock says in a low voice, and my heart, already doing double time, goes even faster.

So Much Man. All For Me.

Megan

Without another word, Brock slides his hand free of my panties at the same moment that Cody moves both hands to my ass, boosting me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. He lifts me easily, and I’m struck again by how dainty the brothers make me feel — something I never thought I’d experience.

The blinds are closed and the lights are dim in the apartment, but Cody moves with assurance through the living room and down a hallway, Brock following behind us to hit the light switch on the wall. Wall-mounted lamps come on to either side of the enormous bed — they must have had it custom-made, because it’s even bigger than a California king.