The Air That I Breathe (The Game 3.5)

Then I’d make sure to bring him Christmas every damn year for the rest of our lives.Outtake 1 from BreathlessFrom Chapter 4Shay ActonRiver smirked into the kiss and slowed things down a little. “Reese is back.”

Huh?

“Wha—” The word hadn’t left my mouth before I heard the door open. Oh.

“I didn’t tell you to stop.” River kissed me before I could turn toward the door, and I guess that settled things for me. I just followed. My body thanked him for the more unhurried kisses so I could breathe properly, though it was maddening too. I wanted more.

“I see you two are getting along.” Reese set down what sounded like paper bags somewhere—maybe from his grocery shopping—and then his footfalls came closer, and I was acutely aware of him.

Soon, I felt his hand in my hair, and he tugged at it and pulled my head back.

I sucked in a breath and swallowed dryly, peering up at him with unfocused eyes. It was wholly unfair of them to take advantage while my systems were down.

“Hi,” I croaked.

“Hey, sweetheart.” Reese’s green eyes flashed with mirth. “You’re feeling better, I take it?”

I nodded and shuddered forcefully as River nipped at my neck.

“Good.” Reese gave me what I ached for; he dipped down and covered my mouth with his own, and I fucking died.

“Oh God,” I moaned. It became too much, yet not enough. He’d eaten something that tasted of toffee or caramel, and scratch what I’d thought earlier about his kissing skills. He was as intoxicating as his brother and seduced me in a matter of seconds. Before I even knew it, I was reaching for him.

River pushed up my T-shirt and caught one of my nipples between his teeth.

I groaned.

My head swam.

One of Reese’s knees hit the couch, and his new position brought the three of us closer. My tee was hauled over my head. There were hands everywhere. It felt like my dick was gonna burst. They were so fucking hot I couldn’t describe it. With Reese’s fingers in my hair, he pulled me toward them until we all met in a wild kiss that stole my breath all over again.

I had to see them. Their connection was as indescribable as their appearance, and it suddenly felt tangible. I wrenched away, and they didn’t. They kept kissing. My heart fucking pounded. My God, they were beautiful.

I watched Reese’s tongue slide alongside River’s, I saw the intense affection between them, I felt their bond.

They were carbon copies with so much in common, all while some things made them uniquely individual. River’s unwavering strength and quiet calm placed him in the shadow of Reese’s adrenaline-inducing personality and forceful approach, but there was no competition. They complemented each other.

Reese slowed down the kiss while I struggled to catch my breath.

Then he gripped my chin and pecked me softly. “You’re not out of the woods yet, Shay. Y’all stay here and relax while I fix us something to eat. You’re staying here tonight too.”

I wasn’t going to pretend to put up a fight. I wanted to stay. “Okay.”Outtake 2 from BreathlessFrom Chapter 6Reese TenleyDamn, my brother was eager. He wasn’t the type to show it outwardly, but he’d already placed lube, rubbers, and a damp towel on his nightstand.

He was downstairs killing time with the news right now.

Shay was asleep in the middle of our bed, tonight without the duvet, instead opting for just the top sheet. No tee either. His back was exposed, and I studied the stunning artwork as I dragged my towel over my hair.

Two koi fish swam upstream across his spine, the waves shifting in different blue lines with beautiful but subtle shadow work. The tail of a dragon danced over his lower left side, snaking toward his front, and flames and smoke came up from the right side.

His stepdad had trained him in martial arts, I was certain. He’d made a massive impact on Shay, and I believed the man was key to figuring out Shay’s grief.

After returning the towel to the bathroom, I stopped at the top of the stairs. “Riv.”

He leaned sideways and peered up here. “Ah, my nudist brother. Christ. I’ll be right there.”

My mouth twitched. He was about as shameless as I was, yet he’d never consider walking naked around our own house. He could engage in an orgy and act like a heathen, only to leave the room and put on swimwear to go into the pool.

The downstairs went dark before he started climbing the stairs. “He asleep?”

“For now.”

He joined me on the landing, closer than normal, and that was all it took for my pulse to thrum a little faster. Smug prick; he was better at hiding what he wanted. Better poker face, all the patience in the world.

“What’re you waiting for?” I asked quietly. “Touch my cock.”