Page 144 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
That’s when it hits me. The pure, undeniable domesticity of it. This isn’t just sex, and it isn’t just a harem or an arrangement or whatever clinical term Sterling would use to sue us into oblivion. We’re eating dinner on the floor. We’re playing a children’s card game. We’re fighting over who gets the last piece of spicy tuna.
This is a family.
It’s a weird, fucked-up, secret, contract-violating family, but it’s a family nonetheless.
“Okay,” I say, tossing my hand of cards down on the rug. “I fold. The game is rigged against the creative genius, so I resign in protest.”
“Sore loser,” Tessa teases, reaching for a piece of edamame.
“I prefer ‘gracious conceder’,” I correct, crawling across the rug toward her like a wolf stalking a particularly cute rabbit. “Besides, I’m bored of cards. I want to play a new game.”
“Oh?” Tessa raises an eyebrow, popping the bean into her mouth. “What game?”
“It’s called ‘The Morality Clause’,” I say, stopping just inches from her face.
Ethan snorts into his drink, and Asher instantly perks up, his blue eyes shifting from the card pile to us.
“How do you play?” Tessa whispers. Her breath catches the second I reach out to run a finger down the side of her neck, tracing the pulse that’s already starting to hammer there.
“It’s simple,” I say, dropping my voice an octave. “We list things that Mr. Sterling would consider deviant behavior—things that would make his blood pressure medication fail. And then… we do them.”
The air in the room shifts instantly. The playfulness remains, but the heat violently spikes. The room becomes heavy and thick, charged with crackling electricity that always hums between the four of us.
“I’ll start,” Ethan says from above her.
He puts his glass down with a heavy thud. Using both hands to cup her face, his thumbs dig into her jawline, tilting her head back until her throat is beautifully bared.
“Touching an employee,” he murmurs, his voice a low, gravelly threat. “Violation of the public decency mandate.”
He bends down and kisses her upside down, devouring her mouth with a sweeping, possessive arrogance that makes her whimper against his lips. Pulling back, his eyes are dark and heavy with intent.
“Your turn, Owen.”
“My turn,” I whisper.
I move my hand to her knee, sliding it up and dragging my nails lightly over her skin. I push past the hem of her shorts to the warm, soft skin of her inner thigh, feeling her muscles immediately clench.
“Two men touching the same woman,” I suggest softly. “Simultaneous contact. Massive violation of the family values addendum.”
Tessa gasps into the air. Her legs fall open for me—an automatic, conditioned response that drives me fucking crazy. My fingers brush the cotton of her panties, and she’s already soaking wet, the intense heat radiating straight through the fabric.
“Violation,” Asher says.
I look over to see him watching us, his pupils blown so wide they swallow the blue of his irises. Abandoning his cards, he crawls over with that predatory grace that always surprises the people who think he’s just a harmless nerd.
“Public nudity,” Asher suggests, reaching for the hem of my t-shirt that she’s currently wearing.
“We’re in a private residence,” I argue, even though I’m already helping him lift the shirt over her head. “Does it count?”
“The curtains are open,” Asher notes, glancing at the window where the lights of downtown Austin twinkle far below us. “Satellite imaging. Drone surveillance. Neighbors with telescopes. It is technically public.”
“Accepted,” Ethan growls.
We pull the shirt completely off.
Tessa is naked underneath. Beautifully, gloriously naked. Her skin is flushed pink from the sake and the sudden attention, her breasts heavy, and her nipples pebbled into hard points of desire.
“God,” I breathe. “Sterling is an absolute idiot. If he saw these tits, he’d double the investment.”
