Page 146 of Sexting My Best Friend's Brothers
“Mine,” he rasps, his voice dropping to a harsh, possessive rumble as he settles his heavy weight between her thighs.
“Ours,” I correct, slapping his arm lightly.
“Fine,” he grunts, pressing the blunt head of his cock directly against her slick, swollen folds. “Ours.”
From my spot pinning her wrists, I watch the raw, wet friction as he pushes into her, stretching her wide open to bury his cock to the very hilt.
She gasps, her back arching violently off the rug as she takes every single inch of him. She’s so tight he has to visibly grit his teeth, the thick veins in his neck bulging as she wraps her legs tightly around his waist to pull him even deeper.
“Fuck, you’re tight,” Ethan groans, withdrawing almost completely before slamming his hips back down.
The wet, heavy sound of skin slapping against skin quickly fills the room.
I watch them. I watch the ancient, primal rhythm of it. I watch the way Asher strokes her hair, whispering filthy things in her ear that make her violently shiver.
“You like that?” Asher whispers. “You like taking his cock while we watch?”
“Yes,” she whimpers. “Yes, please.”
I feel a sudden, sharp tightness in my chest that has absolutely nothing to do with lust. It’s a painful, expanding pressure right behind my ribs.
This is it.
I lean down and kiss her cheek, tasting her sweat and her tears.
“I love you,” I whisper.
It’s quiet, buried under the sound of their heavy breathing and the wet, rhythmic sound of Ethan fucking her. But Tessa instantly stiffens, and her wide, glassy, terrified eyes find mine.
“Owen?” she breathes.
My heart stutters. I said it to her a month ago to keep her from quitting, but saying it now during sex carries a terrifying, permanent weight.
“Don’t panic,” I whisper, forcing a light, reassuring smile right back into place. “Just part of the game. Rule violation: catching feelings for the brand strategist.”
She stares at me, opening her mouth to speak, but Ethan thrusts hard, hitting that sensitive spot deep inside her, and her words shatter into a broken cry. She throws her head back, lost to the sensation all over again.
I smile, but it feels incredibly shaky.
I told her. I broke the biggest rule of all.
But as I watch her fall apart in my brother’s arms, with Asher holding her hand and me guarding her heart… I know one thing for sure.
I don’t regret it. Not for a single second.
Hours later, the living room is an absolute wreck.
Clothes are scattered everywhere like the debris field of a tornado. The Uno cards are strewn about like confetti—I’m pretty sure I see a Draw Four card wedged under the sofa. An empty sake bottle lies on its side, a single drop of liquid pooling on the wood floor.
We’re just a pile on the rug, a tangle of heavy limbs and slow, steady breathing.
Tessa is sound asleep, curled up in the middle as the nucleus of our atom. Her head rests on my chest, her legs are thrown over Ethan’s thighs, and Asher is curled behind her, spooning her back with his arm draped protectively over her waist.
I run my hand slowly up and down her arm. Her skin is soft, cooling quickly in the air conditioning.
“She’s out,” Ethan whispers. His voice is incredibly rough, a low rumble in the quiet room. He sounds wrecked.
Good wrecked.
