Page 33 of Feline Good

His full, kissable lips. Very talented, those.

After all, he’d just silenced her chaotic worries with a simple kiss.

“I’m not panicking.” Maya announced, ignoring the smile that twitched her lips at his reference.

His slight smile shifted to a wide grin, before he chuckled quietly. “I could see the panic in your eyes, Maya.” He pulled her even closer, as if he couldn’t get enough of her. She let him, his warmth far too irresistible. Eyebrows dipping low, he studied her intently. “There’s no reason to. Surely you’ve thought about it.” He gave her a knowing look.

Maya sucked in a sharp breath, the thought playing in her mind for a moment. “But there’s… three of you.”

With a grin, he said, “I’m glad you learned to count.”

Maya relaxed, and she shoved his shoulder playfully. “You know what I mean. It’s all so weird. You’re all brothers. Wouldn’t sharing me… I mean, would you not get jealous?”

“No, Maya. I mean, yes, we all want to be your favorite. Just like when we were cats, but—”

“That’s easy for you to say.” Asher’s droll tone sounded from over August’s shoulder. “You were the favorite cat.”

August grinned at her. “Well, I was the cuddliest. Still am.” His arms tightened around her as if to prove his point, and she smiled, leaning forward to bury her head in his chest.

“You were also the fattest.” Asher laughed at his own words, and a soft growl reverberated from the chest she cuddled against.

Their banter made her smile. They really were brothers, with the way they teased each other. A finger slid under her chin to tilt her head up, and she found the two brothers staring down at her. Sucking in a sharp breath, emotion overtook her as she studied their faces.

God, they’re so handsome.

Faced with their beauty and the feelings they evoked, she couldn’t form words. August’s chin-length hair, paired with his warm eyes, were at odds with Asher’s perfect cut, morning shadow, and his glacial orbs. But what really took her breath away was their next words.

“We want you, Maya. We have for a long time. We understand if you need time to think about it—but we’ve had years. Our minds are made up.” August spoke the words, and Asher nodded his agreement.

Maya could only stare, as they both met her gaze with serious expressions. Could she really do something like this? With three men?

The prospect alone was enough for a spark to light in her belly. It seemed dirty, but when Maya looked closer at her emotions—not a hint of wrong was discovered. The opposite, actually. It warmed her in more ways than one, and Maya rubbed her thighs together discreetly.

Not discreetly enough, apparently, because August groaned and pulled her closer. “Please, Maya. Say yes.”

Their legs brushed together, and the hard length of his erection branded her hip where she could feel it through the sheet.

How would this even work? Would they have a date night for each one? Would she be allowed to touch one and not the other? Would—

“Throw them a bone, Maya. You’re already a third of the way there. Stop thinking so hard.” Amir’s hand smacked her ass to punctuate his words, the heat searing into her as she jumped in response, throwing herself against August. She turned to toss a scowl in Amir’s direction, but he was already out of the bed and heading for the shower. “I’m going to shower and make breakfast. Hurry up with it, would you?”

With that sure announcement, he shut the bathroom door. Eyes wide, Maya turned back to find the other two battling the grins on their lips.

“What he said.” Asher chuckled before disappearing from sight, lying down on the other side of August.

Amir was right, she was thinking too much. It was simple.

Did she want this? Yes.

Was it in her control to take it? ...Yes.

With one more searching look into August’s eyes, Maya made a decision.

And acted on it, leaning up and crashing her lips into August’s. He groaned and pulled her close, his grip almost bending her in half as he curled around her. Gasping into the kiss, she plastered herself against him, a moan escaping as her breasts pressed into his chest. August rolled, and Asher billowed the sheet while Maya did the only thing she could to balance herself— straddled him.

The sheet failed to follow her, fluttering to a rest at the foot of the bed. Chill bumps rolled across her exposed flesh— all of it, as she was left bare to the hungry gazes of the men before her. She froze for just a moment as a flash of embarrassment rose over her. Then she studied the hunger, the pure lust and want in their gazes, and she relaxed. Here, bared before them— Maya realized there was nothing to be embarrassed of. Like August said, they had wanted her for a long time, and she revelled in that sense of power— feeling like a goddess.

Power, because they froze when she did. August’s hands framed her hips where he steadied her above him, but he made no movement to further his advances until she gave him the signal. Asher was much the same way. He stared from his spot on the mattress, and Maya could see his pulse throbbing chaotically beneath the skin of his throat.