When Rivals Lose (Bayshore Rivals 2)

“Don’t be ridiculous. You can sit with me,” he grins, as my ass makes contact with his leg. I should pull away, but sitting on his lap feels normal, and it feels even better to have his heavy arm wrapped around my middle, holding me tightly to him.

Jesus. There has to be something wrong with me.

Caroline eats and talks a little more before saying her goodbyes. When she leaves, I’m left feeling anxious and unsure.

One cabin. Three brothers, and me.

8

The guys talk amongst themselves for a while, and then we all move into the living room and watch a little tv. The room seems so small with all four of us in it, and I swear the temperature rises too. Sandwiched between Banks and Sullivan on the couch, my eyes start to grow heavy with exhaustion.

“Ready to go to bed?” Oliver asks, obviously seeing my drooping eyes. I glance over to the lone bed in the room. “To sleep, nothing more,” he clarifies, seeing my apprehension.

“Are we all going to sleep in one bed?”

“Nah, we’ll make Sullivan sleep on the couch. It’s a king-size bed, it will fit three of us, so, you, me, and Oliver can sleep in it together. Unless you’re not okay with that?”

“No… it’s fine.” My eyes dart back over to the bed. It’s huge, and it wouldn’t be fair to make two of them sleep on the floor while I had that huge bed all to myself. “You’re right, it’s big enough for the three of us.”

Banks smiles, and I get this stupid urge to trace his lips with mine. I wonder what he tastes like. If he’s as intoxicating to my taste buds as he is to my other senses?

Sullivan gives me an oversized shirt and shorts to wear to bed, and I get changed in the bathroom. I have the weirdest feeling in my gut as I do so. It’s a mixture of excitement and wrongfulness. I’m about to sleep in a bed with two guys, with a third one in the same room. All guys that I admitted wanting to sleep with. I’m not sure what that says about me, if anything.

Shaking the feeling off, I step out of the bathroom and find they have already gotten comfortable. Sullivan is sprawled out on the couch with his hands behind his head, his shirt’s missing, and his perfectly sculpted body is on display. Wetting my lips with my tongue, I try and look away, but it’s so damn hard. The dips and planes of his chest beckon me onward.

Finding some internal strength, I pull my gaze away and mumble a goodnight beneath my breath. Oliver and Banks are both in bed, laying on either side shirtless just like their brother, and having left me a lot of space in the center.

Sweet baby Jesus. My ovaries are going insane, and the heat I felt once before pulses low in my abdomen. From the foot of the bed, I crawl into my designated spot and slither under the covers. Oliver rolls then, one of his thick muscled arms wrapping around me, drawing me into his chest.

“If this bothers you, tell me, but I want you close. Just to hold you, nothing more,” Oliver whispers into the shell of my ear, and I shiver at the hot breath skating across my cool skin. I can feel the hardness of his body molding against mine like two pieces of clay coming together.

Tucked tightly into his side, I inhale the clean scent of soap and rainwater. It calms me and makes me feel warm and cozy. Banks shifts against the mattress before rolling over to face me. Like his brothers, he looks like a Greek god, carved from stone, his body perfectly sculpted, his jaw tight, and his hair tousled. Our eyes collide then, and in the depths of his gaze, I see a hurricane of emotions swirling.

With a gentle hand, he reaches out and brushes away a few stray strands of hair from my face.

“I never thought we would see you again.” Banks’ admission surprises the hell out of me. He comes off as the jokester of the group, but right now he looks anything but to be joking. In fact, he looks serious, so serious it’s almost scary.

“Well, I’m here now.” The words barely make it past my lips. It feels like I’m caught between fire and ice, my body being pulled in two different directions.

“Yes. Yes, you are.” He smiles, his thumb drifting over my bottom lip. His eyes follow the motion, the color of them darkening, lust, and need swirling around, and around.

Kiss me. I scream internally, though, I’m not sure why. The pull I have toward these guys is magnetic, and even if my brain can’t remember why they matter, my body and my heart do.