Watercolor Tears (All the Pretty Colors Duet #1)

Chapter One

Avery

The shrill sound of Wham’s Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go blares for the third and final time, signaling that I have exactly fifteen minutes to get my ass in gear—out of bed, dressed, and at work on time.

I groan in protest, wishing I could stay home and play in the dirt instead of dragging myself to work.

With feet that feel like they’re trudging through shin-deep mud in flip-flops, I complete my morning routine.

Dressed in record time, I grab my purse and apron, then sprint out the door.

My house is nestled on the outskirts of Silver Creek, Oregon, a small cup-of-sugar kind of town surrounded by giant pine trees.

The greenery and adorable wildlife that wander into my backyard are like something out of a postcard.

The sun beckons, and I tilt my head back, closing my eyes to soak in all its warmth.

The light wraps around me like a soft, plush blanket, offering a moment of peace just for me.

But a moment is all I can spare.

I quickly skirt the front of my car and climb inside, glancing longingly at the half-completed yard design.

I wish more than anything that I could stay and work on it.

My home is meant to be a showpiece for potential clients; that’s why my dad bought it for me as a graduation present two months ago.

Landscape design has always drawn my interest—a place where families can entertain friends, hold intimate gatherings, and celebrate their happiest moments.

Creating beautiful spaces for these moments is my passion.

With a heavy sigh, I pull myself out of the daydream as the Sweet Tooth comes into view.

Turning the corner onto Main Street, the quaint little shop greets me.

It’s no bigger than a stop-and-go, with a dark green awning that salutes me as I park my car.

I started working here part-time when I was fifteen, helping Mrs.

Fry.

Since her husband’s passing, she’s stepped back, and I’ve taken over the day-to-day operations.

Now, Mrs.

Fry spends her time at home, watching her favorite shows, while I handle the managerial duties.

Morning prep flies by, and the day moves at a steady pace, but the last hour feels like an eternity.

I’m eager to get home and use the last bit of sunlight to finish the koi pond in my design—it’s the final feature, and the one I’m most excited about.

The shop is spotless; the dishes are clean, and the sinks and equipment are scrubbed.

As I wipe down the tables, the bell above the door rings.

I plaster on a smile, ready to greet the newcomers, until I hear their voices.

The deep, raspy timbre sends a shiver down my spine, and my veins fill with fire.

I freeze behind the racks of empty trays, trying to figure out what the hell is happening.

Am I having a panic attack? My entire body tingles, and the cause is just around the corner.

After a quick pep talk, I fling myself around the corner like a crazy person, immediately locking eyes on a pair of full, beautiful lips forming perfect smiles.

Thankfully, they don’t notice my entrance, but a gnawing feeling hits when I realize those smiles are reserved for whoever they’re video calling.

Their distraction does allow me to take in the two most gorgeous guys I’ve ever seen.

The one holding the phone keeps flicking his dark, shaggy blond hair out of his honey-gold eyes, his angular jaw adding to his rugged appeal.

The blue cotton shirt hugs his biceps like a long-lost friend, emphasizing his toned body.

My gaze travels slowly down, eye-humping them as they approach the counter, barely able to steady my pounding heart.

His companion is built similarly but is broader in the chest, with intricate tattoos coloring his arms.

His hair is a similar shade, but his facial features are softer, giving him a boyish charm.

When I reach his eyes, the shocking green elicits a gasp that draws his attention, and those jade eyes trap me mid-step while he smirks at the drool probably running down my chin.

Time seems to slow as they approach, each step feeling monumental.

When they finally reach the counter, they tower over me, both standing at least six feet tall.

Holy hot mama.

“Yes, we miss you, too,”

Jade says, rolling his eyes. The deep tenor of his voice sends chills crawling up my spine, and goosebumps skitter across my skin. They both chuckle—which should be illegal—as they hang up the phone and finally meet my gaze. Gold’s eyes widen slightly, followed by a sexy grin. I’m screwed—not just because they’re hot as hell, but because I’ve already named them, as if I’m planning on taking them home like strays.

I’m silently staring like a loon, forgetting all about customer service, as heat floods my cheeks. Their twin grins widen, taking in my reaction and my inability to act normally.

“Hey,”

Gold says, directing his smolder in my direction.

My tongue finally unties, allowing words to tumble out. “Sorry, hi. How can I help you?”

“You can definitely help me,”

Jade replies, tossing a playful wink my way.

Gold pauses, ignoring Jade’s innuendo, and focuses on me. “What do you recommend?”

I’m grateful for the change of topic. “The blueberry bagel is my favorite. I don’t drink coffee, so you’re on your own there.”

I’m proud that my voice stays even.

“That sounds good. I’ll take one of those and a Coke,”

Gold says.

“And I’ll have a Dr. Pepper,”

Jade chimes in.

I busy myself with their order, though their presence keeps me on edge. Even with my back turned, I can feel their eyes on me, making it hard not to fumble their food onto the floor. Somehow, I manage to get to the register without dropping or spilling anything, and I total them up. Gold doesn’t take his eyes off me as he hands over the cash.

“Have a nice day,”

I say, giving him his change.

They exchanged a look, seemingly having a silent conversation, before returning their attention to me.

Heat blooms on my cheeks again. “Can I help you with anything else?”

“Actually, yes,”

Jade says. “Would you mind keeping us company until we have to get back to work?”

I’m convinced they’re psychos, but I find myself whispering, “Sure.”

We settle at my favorite booth by the window. Gold unwraps his bagel while Jade sips his soda, their eyes never straying far from me.

“What’s your name?”

Gold asks.

“Avery.”

I sound almost uncertain, feeling completely out of my depth.

He tilts his head, reading my unspoken thoughts. “I’m Jaxton Knight, and this is my brother Liam, in case you were wondering.”

I try to recover from my daze. “Nice to meet you both. Sorry, I’m a bit out of it. It’s so nice outside today. I’d much rather be messing around in the yard or hiking.”

“Yeah, I get that. I’m stuck working all day, too. No time to play.”

Jaxton’s eyes travel the length of me, not bothering to hide that he’s completely checking me out.

I pretend not to notice. “What kind of work do you two do?”

I ask, fiddling with Liam’s straw wrapper. They share a look of mild surprise.

“You don’t know?”

Liam asks, curious.

I racked my brain, wondering if I should recognize them. “No. Should I?”

Jaxton’s smile widens slightly. “We do jobs here and there, contracting with different companies. Usually confidential, so we can’t really talk about our work.”

“Temporary, then. How long are you in town?”

“Not sure. Depends on how long this job lasts,”

Jaxton answers vaguely.

I relax a little. “Do you guys hike?”

Both of their faces light up. “We do. My brothers and I try to plan a family trip at least once a year,”

Jaxton explains. “Last summer, we hiked Clouds Rest in Yosemite. A whole week with no phones or electronics—it’s one of our rules.”

“That sounds amazing. I mostly stick to local trails. I’m the kind of hiker who likes to take my time, enjoy nature, and maybe even take a few days on a short trail.”

The thought of hiking brings a smile to my face.

“Who do you hike with?”

Liam asks, taking another sip of his soda.

“No one, usually. It’s my alone time,”

I admit, diverting my gaze to the window.

They study me for a moment, their expressions almost identical. “How long have you worked here?”

Jaxton asks.

I laugh softly. “A long time. I started when I was fifteen, helping after school. I stayed through college, and now I run things. My original plan was to work here until I got my degree in landscape design, which I did a couple of months ago. I planned to start my business, but when Mrs. Fry’s husband passed, I stayed to help. And, well…”

I trail off, realizing I’m spilling my entire life story.

Jaxton’s eyes are full of admiration. “Wow. That’s amazing! Landscape design sounds really interesting.”

My eyes linger on the way his biceps flex as he moves, and I have to gather myself before speaking again. “Thanks. I’m using my backyard as a showpiece. Once I finish the koi pond, I can really get to work.”

“Your enthusiasm is contagious. I’ve never thought much about yard design, but I love great spaces to relax and entertain,”

Liam says, glancing at his brother.

“We’ve got to get back. I really enjoyed talking to you,”

Jaxton says, watching me intently.

“Right, I guess I’ll see you guys around?”

My voice sounds too eager.

“Sure. Would you like to get together sometime for dinner?”

My heart slams to a stop and then, with one resounding thud, comes back to life.

“Are you okay?”

Jaxton asks, his expression concerned.

“What? Oh, yes. I’d love to have dinner,”

I finally managed to spit out.

“How about tonight—are you free?”

“Yes, I’m free. What did you have in mind?”

My question comes out heavier and breathier than I intended, thick with excitement.

Jaxton leans slowly across the table, making my breath hitch. “What sounds good to you?”

he asks playfully.

Trying to rein in my girl crush, I ask, “Do you have a particular food you’d prefer? Liam, are you coming too?”

Liam’s eyes flare, causing his green irises to shine like gems. Mischief dances in their depths. “I don’t know, brother, am I?”

The smirk on his lips holds secrets only his kin can decipher.

“Do you want him to come?”

Jaxton’s question seems simple, but the underlying meaning hangs thickly in the air.

Do I? Yes, I think I do. There’s an instant attraction with both of them that I’ve never experienced before, so I answer honestly. “Yes…”

Jesus, get a hold of yourself, ho-bag. My words are starting to sound like breathy porn, and judging by their smiles, they’re enjoying it.

“Then it’s settled. We’ll pick you up at seven. Does that work for you?”

Liam asks.

I mentally run through my plans for the evening—a load of laundry and some raunchy reading—nothing special. “Yeah, seven sounds fine. Can you pick me up here, and I’ll show you the way? There’s a burger place called Truman’s about twenty minutes from here.”

“Perfect,”

they agree.

Just then, a large, imposing man dressed in all black and wearing dark sunglasses peeks around the corner, reminding me of the Men in Black. I must’ve jumped slightly because Liam turned to see what caught my attention. Before I can ask who the man is, they’re already rising from their seats.

“It was a pleasure meeting you, Avery. Unfortunately, we have to get back to work.”

Jaxton grabs his paper bag. “I’m looking forward to tonight.”

Liam smiles, his dimples popping. How did I miss those bad boys?

They momentarily render me speechless, but I recover quickly, rising from my seat and walking toward the door with them. “Me too.”

Jaxton exits first, but Liam pauses, turning back to me. “See you soon.”

His smirk is pure mischief—a glimpse of what the night might hold.

A shy smile stays plastered on my face long after they’re gone. A warmth spreads through me, lighting up every nerve as if I’d been sunbathing all afternoon—exposed and exhilarated.

With them no longer distracting me, I realize I have fifteen minutes until closing, and my mind is reeling. I still need to set out Roman’s clean trays for tonight’s chocolate baking. After that, I have three hours to burn before meeting Liam and Jaxton. If I want to play in the dirt before our date, I’d better get a move on. I mentally sorted through my to-do list: yard work, shower, shave, makeup, and, of course, picking an outfit. Oh no, what am I going to wear?

Rushing to the front door, I flip the sign to “Closed”

and try to lock up, but the corner of the carpet gets stuck. I’m yanking at the damn thing when I hear Jaxton’s voice outside. He’s talking on his phone, and Liam is leaning over his shoulder. I catch my name in their conversation, and I can’t help myself—I eavesdrop.

“Her name’s Avery. We made dinner plans with her tonight. She works in the little bagel shop we were at for lunch.”

He pauses briefly, listening to the person on the other end. Unfortunately, they’re just out of earshot, and I can’t hear the response. “About five and a half feet tall, with dark brown hair and the most beautiful blue eyes. Not that she would need that. Her personality brightens the room. I feel like I’ve known her for years.”

His voice drifts as he turns. “Of course, it helps that she doesn’t...”

Another trail off. “NO! We’re not going to tell her! Why would we do that? It would ruin everything. I’m tired of people liking us for that one and only reason. With her, I won’t have to put on a facade. I can be myself.” An annoyed grimace crosses his face. “Right, I’ll let you know how it goes. Yes, yeah, I love you, too.”

Liam waves like a goof and yells, “Love you, too!”

His little-boy behavior nearly makes me giggle, but I remind myself that I’m incognito.

After they hang up, they continue walking away, but not before I hear Jaxton say, “I think they’ll like her.”

Liam’s reply is inaudible.

All I’m left with is the view of their fine asses walking away, which is definitely no disappointment.

As I finish locking up, butterflies swarm my stomach.

Is this really a date? With both of them? His words seemed cryptic, but not concerning.

They don’t need to divulge any secrets just yet.

It’s probably just dinner between new friends, but my mind drifts, reminding me it’s been over a year since I had a date.

And even longer since I’ve slept with anyone.

Not that I’m planning to put out on the first date, but the thought crosses my mind. Why am I even considering that with two guys? Now that I’ve gone there, my mind is stuck.

After putting the finishing touches on closing the shop—sweeping the floor, wiping countertops, and setting out Roman’s pans—I head for the door.

Roman joined the team a couple of years ago, and he’s been a delight.

He can cook just about anything, but his specialty is chocolate concoctions—my favorite.

The ten-minute drive home gives me just enough time to realize I’m being ridiculous.

I need to get my shit together.

I’m behaving like a teenager.

Still, that doesn’t stop me from running straight to the shower in anticipation, knowing the yard will have to wait until tomorrow.

After the shower, I scour my closet for something to wear.

Dressy or casual? We’re going to a burger joint, so casual it is.

I settle on dark blue jeans that hug my curves and a dark red halter top that flatters my ivory skin and gives the girls a nice lift.

My heart skips when I check the time—less than an hour to go.

Instead of pacing, I decided to head back to the shop early.

Roman and I made a pact after my last dating disaster: always tell him if I’m meeting someone new.

You can never be too safe.

What if Jaxton and Liam’s secret is that they’re serial killers? The thought makes me roll my eyes.

I really need to cut back on the serial killer documentaries.

As I drive back to The Sweet Tooth, I roll my window down to catch the breeze.

On nights like this, the air carries the scent of the ocean, mixed with the pine—a combination that’s one of my favorites.

When the small light in the window comes into view, my stomach flips.

I’m not nervous about talking to Roman, but more about the night ahead.

I glance at the clock: 6:30.

Plenty of time to chat before Jaxton arrives.

I pull up, hop out, and head inside, greeting Roman with a big smile. “Roman!”

He grins broadly as he comes around the kitchen, wiping his hands on a towel. “Avery!”

He pulls me into a hug, lifting me off my feet. “I’m glad you stopped by. I want you to try a new chocolate.”

He sets me down and turns to his latest creation. “It’s simple—I call it s’mores chocolate. Marshmallow cream on top of a graham cracker crust, all coated in chocolate. Basically, a mouthful of orgasm. Here, try one.”

He shoves a piece into my mouth before I can respond.

“Mmm…”

I moan as the flavors explode on my tongue. “Oh my God, Roman! This is so freaking good.”

I eye the tray of extras with longing.

“Oh no, you don’t. These are for tomorrow’s trial run. If they’re a hit, they’ll go on the menu. Besides, you don’t want those sticking to your thighs and ass, girl.”

He playfully slaps my butt.

“Shut up. You’re just jealous my ass looks better than yours.”

“Honey, Marco loves my ass just fine. And if he were straight, he’d be all over yours, too. You’ve got it going on tonight. Got somewhere special to be?”

He waggles his eyebrows.

“Well, since you asked—I met someone today.”

He scoots his seat over in an instant. “Dish.”

I laugh at his eagerness. In the years I’ve known Roman, I’ve barely dated, and the ones he’s known about were nothing to brag about. Jaxton and Liam, however, are a different story. They’re ridiculously sexy, making butterflies in my stomach do cartwheels.

“Roman…” I sigh.

He scoots closer. “This must be good.”

“They came in today and I sat with them for their lunch.”

His eyes practically bug out of his head. “They? As in plural? You better start dishing this instant, young lady.”

Laughing, I describe Jaxton and Liam, our exchange earlier in the day, and the phone conversation I overheard. Roman’s on the edge of his seat, looking like he should have a bucket of popcorn in his hands to fully enjoy the show.

“They’re coming here to pick you up. Do I get to meet them?”

He’s as excited as a kid in a candy shop, practically vibrating.

“I think tonight I’m going to keep them to myself,”

I say with a sly smile.

“You slut!”

he shouts, laughing. “You better keep it on lockdown tonight. No nookie on the first date.”

He stands up, towering over me. If I didn’t know Roman was as lovable as a stuffed bear, his tank-like build and dark glare would be intimidating.

“Thanks for the vote of confidence, Roman,” I groan.

He slips an arm around my shoulders and pulls me close. “Oh, shut up! You know I love you. And the way you described them, I’d take either—or both, which seems like an option they’re offering. It’d be hard to resist. Just remember, make them work for it.”

I shove his chest, though it’s not enough to move him. “First off, I don’t fuck on the first date. Second, I love you, too.”

I grin, leaning up to kiss his cheek.

He preens under flattery. “Now, you better get going and quit wasting time with me. It’s already seven.”

My heart slams against my chest when I glance at the clock. “They’re probably outside waiting.”

I kiss his cheek again. “Tell Marco hi for me.”

He slaps my ass as I walk by. “Will do, toots.”

“Love you!”

I shout as I head out the door.

Outside, a sleek black car parked across the street catches my eye. Two shadowy figures move inside. Suddenly, the driver’s door opens, and the interior light flicks on, illuminating the source of my heart palpitations.

Jaxton steps out slowly, his expression hard and unreadable. He shuts the door and stalks toward me, moving like he’s in a slow-motion Baywatch scene. The closer he gets, the more I realize something’s off. The carefree vibe he had earlier is gone, replaced by a serious, almost brooding demeanor that makes me second-guess this whole outing. Did he have a bad day?

I glance at Liam for reassurance, but he sits sternly in the passenger seat, not bothering to greet me. “Hi,”

I say shyly.

“Hey,”

Jaxton replies gruffly, sounding nothing like the guy I met earlier. He steps up beside me on the sidewalk, glancing over my shoulder. “Did you forget we had plans?”

I turn and see what’s caught his attention—Roman, peeking through the window, failing miserably at being incognito. I laugh. “No.”

The passenger door opens, and Liam steps out, leaning casually against the car, intrigued by our interaction. He shifts, looking uncertain. “I’m sorry. We didn’t realize you were already involved. We can cancel if you’d like.”

He glances at Jaxton for confirmation. So, this is a date. YES!

I’m momentarily taken aback but then laugh. Roman, with his olive skin and Rico Suave good looks, could easily be misinterpreted as my boyfriend. “No, it’s not like that. Roman and I are just coworkers and friends. Besides, he’s more interested in checking you out than watching over me.”

I shoot Roman a cheeky smirk through the window that tells him he’s in trouble.

I read his lips through the glass: You fucking little slut. Jaxton reads them too, chuckling and slipping back into that magnetic charm. He’s wearing a black cotton shirt—a darker version of the one he wore earlier—that clings to his biceps like a second skin. His jeans, a shade darker than mine, sculpt his thighs, and his blonde hair is styled in a messy, irresistible way that highlights his gold eyes.

One word: Mouthwatering.

“We pulled in early and saw you through the window. I assumed…”

His voice is gruff, tinged with annoyance as he glances at Liam.

My tone sharpens. “You assumed wrong.”

How is it any of their business who Roman is to me? As if I’d agree to go out tonight if I were seeing someone else. What kind of girl do they think I am? A knot tightens my stomach, and for a moment, I wonder if coming tonight was a mistake.

“Listen…”

I step back, but Liam quickly moves toward me, stopping my retreat.

“No. We’re sorry,”

Liam says, gesturing toward the window. “We misread the situation. We find you intriguing and are grateful you agreed to tonight. Give us a chance to make it up to you?”

Internal dialogue confirmed: This is a date with two hot guys, and the butterflies in my stomach couldn’t agree more.

We linger silently, absorbing each other’s presence. Now I remember why I said yes to dinner. Their presence is electric, a charge that flows through me like fire. The way Liam’s breathing deepens tells me they feel it too.

“You look…amazing.”

Liam drags his bottom lip through his teeth as he says it, like he’s savoring the words.

“Thanks, you look pretty good yourself.”

My cheeks burn, and my heart hammers against my chest. I bet my shirt is twitching with each beat. Get it together, girl!

Liam’s shirt matches the emerald shade of his eyes, complementing them perfectly. Like Jaxton’s, it fits him flawlessly, emphasizing his lean frame, while the intricate tattoos winding down his arms are fully on display, adding an edge to his polished look. His hair is longer and lighter in color than Jaxton’s, but just as messed, as if he’s run his fingers through it a hundred times.

“Thanks. You ready?”

He extends his arm, guiding me to the door that Jaxton is holding open.

“Your chariot awaits.”

Liam hands me over to Jaxton, who kisses the top of my hand, pulling a girlish giggle out of me that I’ve never heard before, then helps me into my seat. “Again, we apologize for jumping to conclusions. Quite honestly, we were debating if we could take him, but he’s a big dude.”

Another giggle escapes me before I can stop it. “No fight needed. I’m excited for tonight.”

My cheeks blaze with the admission, knowing trouble’s brewing on this throuple date.

The leather seat hugs the bare skin of my back, wrapping me in a sweet caress. I trace my fingertips across the material, savoring the feel.

Once inside, Jaxton starts the car and devours me with his gaze before finally meeting my eyes. “So, where to?”

I try to steady the shiver crawling up my spine, but he notices and smirks knowingly. “Do you know your way around Silver Creek yet?”

“Not really. We haven’t had time to explore.”

“That’s fine. Turn out here and head into town. I’ll tell you when to turn.”

“Sounds good.”

Nervous energy flows through me, but there’s comfort in their presence. “You said you were in town for work. Where do you normally live?”

The question feels awkward with my nerves tying my tongue.

Liam leans forward, answering both of them. “Jax and I live in San Diego with our other brothers, but we’re originally from Louisiana.”

My eyes widen. “Wow, I was wondering about the light accent.”

“You like it?”

he asks, smirking like he already knows the answer. “They’re not as thick as they used to be. We’ve been in California too long.”

“I’m partial to accents. Not gonna lie, they’re pretty hot.”

I instantly regret admitting it.

Jaxton perks at my comment, his grin widening smugly. “You think we’re hot?”

My face heats up. “That came out wrong. I… was… umm… never mind.”

“Don’t worry. We think you’re pretty hot, too.”

“We?”

I squeak, glancing at him.

Jaxton chuckles. “Liam may have mentioned it a few times, and I’d have to agree.”

He taps my nose playfully.

A few turns later, I point towards the burger joint. “There it is.”

The statue of the girl in a poodle skirt out front is unmistakable.

We make our way inside and find a table easily. Liam and Jaxton seem a bit dodgy, glancing around like they’re on edge about being seen. The server is quick to bring our menus and then goes to help an older gentleman at the counter. After ordering our food—I’m craving one of their old-fashioned burgers—we’ve barely exchanged a handful of words. Oddly, it feels natural to be with them. The quiet moments are comfortable, not awkward, as if we don’t need to fill every second with conversation.

“Besides working at the shop, what do you do?”

Jaxton’s gaze sweeps over me, taking in every detail before pausing on my chest. When his golden eyes return to mine, he knows he’s been caught checking me out, but he’s unapologetic, his grin widening.

The conversation flows easily, like reconnecting with old friends, as I explain my work at The Sweet Tooth. It was always my goal to stay local and help Mrs. Fry with her business while I got my own started. Friends were almost nonexistent, except for Roman and Marco, who have become permanent fixtures in my life. Marco works for a large company in town, so Roman offered to help me part-time, making chocolates.

“He finished his latest creation right before we left. It was heaven,”

I say, not exaggerating.

Liam chuckles. “And what would that be?”

“He called it s’mores chocolate. Marshmallow and graham cracker, covered in chocolate ecstasy,”

I sigh, thinking about the sugary goodness.

Liam laughs at my dramatics. “Good to know… for next time.”

Next time? What does that mean?

“Do you read or watch movies?”

Jaxton asks, studying me curiously.

“Dad and I watch movies, but they’re usually 80s and 90s flicks—the ones he loves. I read a lot and combined that with my outdoorsy personality. A perfect day would be hiking to a secluded spot and reading all day.”

I laugh, thinking about my introverted weekends.

“What about you? What do you and your brothers do?”

Being around them feels like curling up in my favorite PJs and blanket—like home. It’s comforting, which is wild because there are two of them, and usually, my social anxiety would be off the charts.

“We live in San Diego with our other brothers, like I mentioned. Our parents passed away a couple of years ago and left our family home in Louisiana with us, so we use it as a getaway and for holidays. We’re not big on TV—we prefer the outdoors too. The last time we hiked was last year during one of our retreats. You’ll have to come with us next time.”

Jaxton continues without pausing, not giving me a chance to react to the invite. “Liam’s got a thing for reading smutty romance books, which he gets constant shit for.”

He’s already including me in future plans, but I need to defend Liam’s honor first. “Hey! There’s nothing wrong with a smutty book here and there. I’ll compare notes with you to see which ones you’d recommend.”

Liam waggles his brows suggestively, making my cheeks heat again.

Jaxton’s smile shines as brightly as his eyes when he rolls them dramatically. “What have I done?”

he teases. “I better not find you two holed up somewhere reading obscenities to each other.”

A hearty laugh escapes me as I imagine Liam and I huddled under a blanket, swapping notes about steamy scenes. “That does sound rather nice,”

I admit, tapping my finger against my lips in mock contemplation.

A low, rumbling growl vibrates the air, startling me until I realize it’s coming from Jaxton. He’s actually growling. “Fair warning,”

he says, his voice dark and dangerously smooth. “We like to share.”

The golden hue of his eyes deepens a silent warning that should have me running for the hills. But instead, I’m squirming in my seat, rubbing my legs together, trying to ease the growing ache between my thighs. Ten minutes in, and I’m already contemplating breaking my no-sex-on-the-first-date rule. It’s a stupid fucking rule, anyway!

“That’s good. But I don’t.”

My voice sounds foreign, sultry, letting them know I’m up for the challenge, but no other women are allowed.

Liam slides across the rounded booth until our hips touch, his breath fanning my neck as he whispers against my skin. “We also love burgers, so these better beat the standard.”

He pulls away slightly as our server sets our plates on the table.

A moment passes before my brain kicks back into gear, and we dig in, customizing the burgers to our liking.

Jaxton’s voice sounds mock-offended when he points to the onion and tomato discarded on my plate. “You don’t like them?”

“No, not a fan. The slimy texture and the nasty crunch of the onion… Ugh! It grosses me out.”

The thought sends another shudder through my body.

Jaxton laughs, removing the pickles from his burger, prompting an exaggerated gasp from me. “What?”

He looks up quickly, glancing around the restaurant as if expecting something dramatic.

“I love pickles. That’s the best part of the burger!”

I’m appalled that he’s taking them off.

“Do you want them?”

he teases, waving the green, salty circles at me.

“That’s a definite yes,”

I say, feeling a little silly but not caring—I love pickles!

“Mind if I take the tomato and onion off your hands?”

Laughing, I offer them up. “No, go right ahead.”

“We should eat together more often; we complement each other’s burgers so well.”

A satisfied moan escapes my lips, causing both Liam and Jaxton to pause mid-bite, watching me intently. Their eyes reflect a hunger that’s not just for the burgers.

Liam clears his throat and tries to refocus. “You’re right. These burgers are good.”

“Mmhmm,”

I mumble through a full mouth.

We finish our meal, chatting casually about our hobbies. I tell them about my secret meadow, a place I’ve been going to for years. Even though I’ve never taken anyone there, I invite them without hesitation. I don’t know why I feel so compelled to share my secrets, but their smiles and playful jokes make me shiver. They’re unlike anyone I’ve ever met.

“How long are you two in town? We’re making all these plans, but you said you’re here temporarily for work, right?”

The thought of them leaving sends a ripple of sadness through me.

Their brows furrow in unison, a visible sign of their sibling bond. “We’ll be in town for a few months, with breaks here and there. I’d like to stay as long as possible.”

Jaxton’s words are laced with intent, his gaze locking on mine, making it clear it’s about more than just work.

Liam’s hand finds my knee. “Same.”

Our eyes meet, silently agreeing that this attraction isn’t just one-sided.

Warmth spreads across my cheeks. Their bold declarations are refreshing, making it clear this isn’t just a fling—they feel it too. It’s crazy to think we only met this morning; it feels like I’ve known them forever.

“I’m really enjoying this, Avery,”

Jaxton says, pausing thoughtfully. “It’s easy with you. We don’t have to pretend—”

He cuts himself off abruptly.

“I feel the same. Is this weird?”

“Weird? No. Unexpected? Yes. But it’s a good kind of unexpected,”

he reassures me, noting the uncertainty on my face. “Don’t feel overwhelmed. We’ll take it slow and see where this goes.”

“What do you mean by ‘we’? That’s the confusing part. I’m not sure if I’d want to choose, and you both asked me out tonight…”

Liam gently squeezes my leg, sharing a look with Jaxton that holds an unspoken agreement. “We were planning to ease into this, but let’s be adults about it. There’s intense chemistry between us, and we want to be honest because this has the potential to dive deep, fast.”

He swallows nervously, and it only makes my heart race faster. “It’s not just you two. It’s insane how quickly this happened. I haven’t dated in a while, let alone two guys at once.”

A touch of embarrassment warms my cheeks.

Jaxton moves closer, effectively sandwiching me between them. He tilts my chin up, freeing my lower lip from my teeth. “There’s nothing wrong with wanting us both. We want you, too, and we don’t mind sharing.”

He glances at Liam, their silent communication speaking volumes. “And by sharing, we mean with all our brothers.”

My mind screeches to a halt, replaying their words. How many brothers did they say they had? Before I can ask, the server interrupts, hovering next to our table. “Excuse me, we’re getting ready to close. Do you need anything else?”

She’s practically bouncing on her toes, eyeing Jaxton like she’s won the lottery. Jealousy flares, and I have the sudden urge to rip her eyes out. Apparently, I’m more invested than I thought.

“No, we’re good,”

Jaxton replies. “Do you want anything else?”

he asks, turning to me.

“No, I’m fine. Thanks.”

“Here’s the check. Let me know if you need anything,”

she purrs, running her hand down his arm as she walks away.

My lips pinch together, barely containing my irritation. Jaxton looks at the check, and I follow his gaze. The waitress has scribbled her phone number on it.

“I’ll be right back,”

he says, sliding out of the booth and heading to the register.

I’m too distracted by the scene to notice him glance back and catch me staring at him, his jeans swaying as he walks away.

I polish off the last of my fries, still glaring at the waitress when Jaxton returns, intertwining his fingers with mine. “Let’s get out of here.”

Liam nudges me as I slide across the seat toward Jaxton. “What’s the rush?”

I glance back, seeing nothing out of the ordinary. I thought we were having a good time; now it feels like they can’t get out of here fast enough.

Jaxton leads me through the small diner, and I can feel eyes on us, including the waitress who’s now animatedly talking on her phone.

“Sorry about that. The waitress was making me uncomfortable,”

Jaxton explains.

Relief washes over me as that makes perfect sense. The image of her running her hand down his arm still burns in my mind. “Does that happen to you a lot?”

I ask, annoyed.

“I’m used to it.”

He shrugs, as if it’s nothing.

“You shouldn’t have to get used to things like that. She had no right to touch you,”

I growl, feeling my cheeks heat—this time with anger. The idea of another woman touching him has me irritated.

Once we’re back in the car, Jaxton reaches over, patting my leg and resting his hand on my thigh. He chuckles, “Easy, Kitten. It’s fine. It rarely happens anymore.”

I’ve never experienced anything like that. Sure, guys have hit on me, but a full-on rub-down in front of a date? That’s uncalled for. We’re quiet on the drive back to my car, his hand staying firmly on my upper thigh, thumb tracing slow circles. This date is officially insane, but my attraction to them is undeniable. We like the same things, want to travel to the same places, and enjoy the outdoors. How did they stumble into my life?

When we pull up next to the darkened windows of The Sweet Tooth, I hesitate to let the night end. It’s clear they feel the same as they walk me to my car, but instead of saying goodbye, we lean against its side and chat about random things.

“You keep asking me about my life, but what about you? Tell me something about yourselves.”

I prompt, leaning closer to Jaxton until our arms touch, savoring his warmth in the chilly night air.

“You’re right,”

Jaxton chuckles. “Is there anything specific you’d like to know? I’m an open book.”

“Anything you want to share is fine.”

Jaxton wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer until I’m snug against his side. “Are you getting cold?”

Looking up into his beautiful eyes, I’m mesmerized. “It’s chilly, but I’m warming up quickly.”

This cat-and-mouse game is exhilarating. Who would have thought I was such a flirt beneath it all? Probably Roman. Settling against Jaxton’s side, Liam moves in closer, sandwiching me between them. The chill in the air is long forgotten. “Tell me something about yourselves,”

I whisper, relaxing into their embrace. We haven’t circled back to the whole “we share our girl with all our brothers”

thing, and I’d rather get to know them a bit more before diving into that conversation.

Jaxton tightens his hold, accentuating the hard muscles beneath his shirt. “I’ll start. We were born in Delight, Louisiana, and lived there until we were eighteen. One by one, we moved to San Diego, where we all live together now.”

Not satisfied, I steer the conversation toward the brothers they mentioned. “You said you live with your brothers—who are they? Are they older or younger?”

Their smiles broaden at the mention of their brothers, not just because I’m asking, but because it’s clear they genuinely love them.

“There’s Kamden, he’s the oldest at twenty-five. Then me at twenty-three, and finally Liam and Lennox are the babies of the family at twenty-two,”

Jaxton explains.

“What’s your older brother like?”

I asked, my curiosity piqued.

“He still tries to boss us around, even though we haven’t been kids in a long time.”

“Aww… that’s sweet. No wonder you two looked like trouble earlier,”

I giggle, playing along. “What do they do for a living?”

Jaxton’s arm tightens around me. “Kamden owns a couple of restaurants in San Diego. He’s working on his third Michelin star.”

“Wow, that’s incredible.”

Jaxton nods, pride evident in his voice. “When he’s not busy—which isn’t often—he takes trips with us. But since he opened the new restaurant, he’s been all work. He always says he’ll rest when he’s dead.”

The affection in his voice tells me how much Kamden means to him. “The twins mostly model and have recently started doing cover art. What about your family?”

My mind spins as I glance between them, the twin word finally clicking into place. “Wait, did you just say twins?”

I narrow my eyes at Liam, feigning offense. “You have a twin? Are you identical? Are there seriously two of you? For fuck’s sake, are you trying to kill me?”

Their chests rumble with laughter, warming me in all the right ways. It took me a second to realize I said the last part out loud. “Didn’t mean to cause you to short-circuit, but yes, Lenn and I are identical,”

Liam says, his breath warm against my neck as he nuzzles closer, drawing a contented sigh from me. “Now, tell us about you, Bumblebee.”

I hum, thinking. “Honestly, I’m pretty boring compared to you two. I’m an only child. Mom left when I was three and never looked back. Dad and I are really close—we talk every day.”

I laugh. “He lives here in Silver Creek, too. I graduated a few months ago with a bachelor’s in landscape architecture and work at The Sweet Tooth for now. Like I said before, I’m using my yard as part of my portfolio to attract new clients. Once that’s up and running, I’ll have to rethink my job at the café.”

Another shiver runs up my spine, causing goosebumps to break out over my skin.

“It’s getting too cold to stand out here. We better let you head home before you freeze.”

None of us move, clearly reluctant to end the evening.

My heart races. Was I really about to do this? “Would you guys be interested in…”

My cheeks flush, my nerves making me sound like a shy teenager. “Would you…”

Jaxton leans in, his breath light against my ear, “Staying out with you all night?”

Our noses almost touch, and his breath teases my lips while Liam nuzzles my neck, sending tingles through my skin. “It would be our pleasure.”

Summoning my courage, I invite them over. “Would you two like to come over and watch a movie?”

A conflicted look crosses Jaxton’s face, and he hesitates before answering. “I’d love to see your place.”

“Me too,”

Liam adds, pressing a soft kiss to my overly warm skin.

Jaxton’s attention drifts to his car, and for a moment, I worry he’s having second thoughts. My smile wavers, uncertain. Is it too soon to bring them home? But one more smoldering look from Liam makes the doubt vanish. “You want to follow me?”

I suggest starting toward my car.

“Perfect,”

Jaxton says, stealing a quick kiss. “See you soon.”

He jogs to his car, leaving Liam to linger a moment longer.

Liam takes my hand, kissing each fingertip, leaving me breathless. “See you in a minute, Bumblebee.”

I stand there, tracing my lips with my fingertips, savoring the tingling sensation. Wow.

“Kitten!”

Jaxton’s booming voice startles me, and I squeak, turning toward his car. He’s standing by the driver’s side door, waiting for me. “Get in your car. It’s too cold.”

Nodding, I slip into my car, and before long, I’m speeding home with the guys right behind me. As we pull into my dark driveway, I realize I forgot to turn on the porch light.

Jaxton is at my door before I have the engine off. “Do you make it a habit to leave your porch light off?”

We head toward the house. “No, I was in a rush and forgot.”

Once inside, I give them a quick tour—living room, dining area, kitchen, bathroom, spare room, and finally, my bedroom. Thank goodness I cleaned.

“Would you guys like something to drink?”

I ask, trying to mask my nerves.

“Sure, a soda for me.”

Jaxton smirks from the living room, already making himself comfortable on the couch.

“Water’s good for me,”

Liam says, leaning against the doorframe, eyes tracking my every move.

I grab the drinks and glasses of ice, and Liam helps carry everything back to the living room. “What movies do you like? I have a decent collection, but honestly, I haven’t seen most of them. Dad and I hold movie nights, but he still doesn’t get the point of streaming.”

Jaxton fidgets before sliding to the floor. “Let’s take a look.”

Liam watches from the couch as Jaxton dives into my movie collection. “You’ve got a great selection of horror,”

he says, impressed.

“Now, those I’ve definitely watched. They’re my favorite,”

I shrug, leaning closer to the DVDs.

We browse through the selection of gore, blood, and guts, my leg brushing against Jaxton’s as I try to distract myself. “I like this one,”

I say, pointing to Resident Evil. “They create zombies with some kind of poison, killing everyone in the lab but turning the main character superhuman.”

“No zombies tonight,”

Liam shudders from the couch, making us both laugh.

“Then we’d better avoid most of these,”

I tease, sending him a playful wink.

Chuckling, Liam continues his visual sweep from the couch while Jaxton pulls out another case. “What’s this? Who Framed Roger Rabbit.”

I turn my head slowly, eyes wide, as if he’s just committed a sin. “You’ve never seen Who Framed Roger Rabbit?”

“Nope.”

He replies, and they both laugh at my reaction.

“Jaxton, please tell me you’re joking.”

I plead, turning toward him with the movie held up dramatically.

“Sorry, sweets, can’t say that I have.”

He cups my waist when I lean in on my knees to meet his eyes.

“I can’t believe this,”

I protest. “Liam?”

When he shakes his head no, I lose it. What happened to classic movie culture? “That’s it! We’re watching this.”

Jumping to my feet, I pop the DVD into the player and busy myself in the kitchen, making kettle corn. When it’s ready, I wedge myself between them on the couch, soaking in their warmth. My heart races, each beat faster than the last, especially when Jaxton’s hand rests on my leg, his thumb tracing slow, soft circles. The hitch in my breath doesn’t go unnoticed, and his lips curl into a knowing, cocky grin.

They seem to enjoy the movie, judging by their constant laughter. Midway through—popcorn and drinks long forgotten—Jaxton pulls my legs onto his lap, sliding my upper body down onto Liam’s chest. My breath catches, and Liam chuckles at the screen, tugging me closer while his brother begins massaging my feet.

The movie feels longer than I remember, fading into the background as I’m pressed against Liam while Jaxton works his magic on my tender skin. Electric pulses shoot south, tension building between my legs, causing them to scissor in search of relief.

Soon, Liam’s fingers slide across my hip, teasing the hem of my shirt before slipping underneath, leaving a trail of fire on my skin. His large hand spans my stomach, drawing soft moans and sighs of pleasure as he holds me closer to his hard body. Tilting his head, he buries his nose in my hair, breathing me in.

A low growl rumbles his chest, vibrating against my back, sending another jolt of need coursing through me. “Bumblebee…”

His hand glides up my side, cupping my breast and brushing my pebbled nipple through the lace of my bra, eliciting another moan. “Are you sure?”

Without thinking, “Yes,”

slips from my lips like a plea. Waiting another second is out of the question. My no-sex-on-the-first-date rule is stupid, and I’m ready to toss it out the window.

That’s all the confirmation he needs. His growl turns thunderous, and he stands, lifting me easily in his arms. Liam holds me tightly as I twist to face him, my lips finding his, inhaling deeply as I savor his taste. His grip shifts until his hands cup my ass, grinding my center against his hardness, hissing between kisses.

His meaty hand slides into my hair, guiding the depth of our passion. He pulls back just enough that his breath tickles my swollen lips, the Jade of his eyes blazing with lust.

My brain short-circuits when Jaxton presses against my back, tilting my head so his lips can claim mine, intensifying the sexual tension simmering between us. “You taste too good, Kitten. I’m not stopping until I’ve memorized every bit of you,”

he murmurs against my lips, his voice dripping with intent, knowing he’s turning me into a puddle. “And these little mewling noises, too.”

His promise unleashes the wanton side of me, my hips bucking against his brother. “Need you. Both of you.”

The plea slips out unbidden, desperate. I’ve never felt anything like this… this fierce, undeniable attraction that only they can quench. “Please.”

“Jesus, baby,”

Liam groans. My bedroom door is shut, giving them the perfect solid surface to press me against as they alternate between groaning and nipping kisses.

Without any urgency, I release my grip on Jaxton’s hair long enough to twist the door handle. We tumble inside, and without missing a beat, Liam meets my gaze, silently seeking permission before yanking my shirt over my head. In the next breath, I’m airborne, landing on the mattress. They stand over me like towering gods, shedding their shirts and unbuckling their pants. The way the denim slides down, revealing their sculpted abs and tantalizing Vs, makes my mouth water, and I can’t help but squirm on the sheets in anticipation.

Jaxton climbs onto the bed first, straddling my legs and pinning me as he removes my bra and drags the rough denim of my jeans down my thighs.

My senses are in overdrive, breaths ragged and uneven. Jaxton remains on his knees, his gaze devouring every inch of my bare skin. Over his shoulder, Liam’s nostrils flare, his eyes darkening as he takes in the sight. Their chests are defined like marble, and their boxer briefs strain with the outlines of their cocks. My mouth goes dry.

“There’ll be plenty of time for that, but the first time I come, it’s going to be in this pretty pussy.”

Jaxton’s fingers suddenly glide through my slickness. “Already so wet for us.”

They’ve barely touched me, but I’m already beyond coherent thought. Jaxton takes his time, teasing and exploring, before leaning down to crush his lips on mine.

Restless, I grunt, “More.”

One set of hands isn’t enough. “Liam…”

Liam moves to the other side, kneels, and then steps off the bed. Eyes locked on mine, he strips off his briefs, freeing his cock, which springs against his stomach. The sight floods me with want, and I lick my lips, hungry.

He grips himself tightly, stroking slowly, watching as my desire builds. “Is this what you want, Bumblebee? Need this cock filling you?”

I reach for him, his words drawing a whimper from deep within me.

Before he moves closer, Liam tears open a condom, rolling it over his impressive length. Thank God one of us still has some sense left. My legs spread, inviting him in, while Jaxton slips off his briefs and wraps his hand around his own length, stroking slowly. Liam positions himself at my entrance, and as he pushes in, their intense green and gold gazes remain locked on mine. Even with how wet I am, his size makes every inch an effort, but he finally presses flush, and wild noises of pleasure escape me.

“Fuck, Bee,”

he groans. “Your pussy feels like heaven. Tight. Wet. Hot.”

He punctuates each word with a thrust. His hand slips around my waist, angling my hips to hit even deeper, coaxing my lips to chant his name. His hand slides up my back, fingers wrapping around the nape of my neck as he pulls me up to straddle his lap, my breasts brushing his face. His tongue flicks out, curling around my nipple before drawing it into his mouth.

“Liam…”

His name is a plea, and he answers it by grinding our bodies tighter together, rubbing my clit with each thrust and plunging deeper than anyone ever has. I’m lightheaded, my core clenching hard. “Liam!”

Euphoria takes over, sending ripples of pleasure through every nerve.

“Fuck, baby. Your pussy’s squeezing me so tight. Not gonna last,”

he groans through clenched teeth. “Hold on to my neck.”

It’s the only warning I get before he flips me onto my back, hooking my knees over his elbows as he bends me in half, growls, and really starts to move.