8 - Jocelyn
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JOCELYN
The kiss was slow, deep, sensual — everything a kiss should be. But it was also hot and frenzied. The type of kiss that always came at the end of a long period of heated anticipation, when inhibitions eventually broke down and you finally took what you needed.
Kayden... I thought to myself. Or Bishop.
Of course, I’d kissed Kayden before. I could tell right away this wasn’t his kiss, and not only because I couldn’t feel the scratchiness of his beard. No, this was Bishop whose strong arms were now gliding around me. After all these years of flirting and teasing and dropping every sexual innuendo under the sun — most of it behind my brother’s back — we’d finally crashed through that final barrier keeping his lips from mine.
And it wasn’t just his lips, either. Bishop’s arms and legs engulfed me, embracing me, pulling me snugly against the heat of his hard, rippled chest. His tongue rolled hotly against mine as his hands slipped beneath me, cupping my ass, going places I’d always dreamt those hands might go, but never had the courage to actually make it happen.
I found my own hands wandering too. My fingers traced their way over his sexy shoulders and down his broad back, where they encountered the rough patch of scar tissue I’d noticed on Bishop earlier, while swimming. It looked like some kind of chemical burn; one he definitely hadn’t had when we were younger. It made me wonder where he’d been. What kinds of things he’d seen, or encountered while—
“Alright,” grunted Kayden. “Time’s up.”
Before I knew it I was ripped away, then pulled into a second pair of arms. These arms were bigger. Thicker. Impossibly large.
Andre.
It was obvious even before his lips crashed into mine, those giant hands eliciting waves of shivers as they roamed up and down my mostly-naked back. I gasped when Andre untied my bikini top with surprisingly deft fingers, then lifted the shoulder straps over my head, let them drop down between us, and then went back to kissing me topless.
And his kisses were so explosive, they were damn near apocalyptic.
Andre hooked his legs around mine, drawing me in. One hand went to my chin, his fingers delicately guiding me through the intensity of our make-out session. The other went straight to my breasts. He cupped one and then the other, dragging his palm tantalizingly over my erect nipples as he kissed me. When he began rolling his thumb in gentle, insistent circles over my areola, I nearly lost my fucking mind.
“Switch.”
I was pulled away again, and floated straight into the arms of what could only be Kayden. The second he started kissing me, memories came flooding back. Our lips rolled slowly, our tongues dancing together in a familiar rhythm. His hands settled into places that my body remembered, even though the one time we’d fooled around was so many years ago.
Fuck …
His hands glided over my ass, and I gasped into his mouth as his fingers curled upward. They dug into my flesh with possessive excitement, as I moaned, whimpered, and kissed him back.
You’re sleeping with one of these men tonight, the voice in my head reminded me. They gave you the blindfold to take the guilt away. To make it easier for you to pick.
That part of it made sense of course, even if the rest didn’t. And so I surrendered, grinding my body into his, moaning and whimpering into Kayden’s hot mouth. Succumbing to the collective heat of having made out with three different guys in just as many minutes, as he reluctantly broke the kiss and floated away.
The whole thing was so hot it was molten. It was crazy. It was totally off the fucking charts.
And it was also, I realized, exactly what I needed.
“You can take that thing off now.”
The men stared at me expectantly as my eyes slowly adjusted to the purple-tinged moonlight. My body was still in shock, my mind bobbing happily in a sea of warmth and euphoria. I was hornier than I’d ever been in my life; breathless and dizzy, from all the kissing.
But even now, I still couldn’t choose.
“Well?”
I answered the question by swimming to the side of the pool. I hoisted myself out and began to towel off, fully aware of the three pairs of eyes crawling my topless, bikini-clad body.
“Maybe you boys should get out of the pool,” I suggested, bending strategically in their direction as I wrung out my hair. “And show me where the bedrooms are.”
I couldn’t believe I was doing this! But then again, a part of me could. I’d loved Kayden and Bishop for as long as I could remember, all throughout our childhood. And although I knew Andre for just part of an evening, my mind and body adored him almost as much.
“Let’s go,” I said, extending both my hands in their direction. “Take me somewhere warm and dry. I want a soft bed, and even softer pillows. I want to spread myself out, and get spectacularly laid.”
You could search the annals of history, going back to the dawn of mankind, and you’d still never find three men who shot out of the water faster than they did. Their towels moved frantically, racing to dry yummy acres of muscle before they closed in on all sides. Once again I asked where the bedrooms were. Bishop pointed, and I began strutting — not walking — in that direction.
“So who won, then?” Andre demanded, as I turned my back on them.
“Nobody,” I shrugged. “Or rather, everybody.”
“What do you mean everybody ? ” he said, confused. “This was a contest. You were supposed to pick.”
My heart was a jackhammer, thundering away in my chest. Reminding me of how crazy it was, this thing I was about to do.
“You only said I had to pick a winner,” I smiled, turning to wink at them over my shoulder. “Looking back at you boys now, I don’t think anyone lost.”