16 - Kayden
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KAYDEN
In the soft leather shadows of the sedan’s back seat, my hands roamed everywhere at once. They traveled unhindered over her amazing curves. My fingertips traced the soft expanse of her exposed skin, alight with heat and fire.
But as the gravel crunched beneath us, all I was really focused on were those soft, beautiful lips.
They’d been drawn back at first, in that cute little pout that had haunted me throughout our childhood. But right now, those lips were pressed tightly against mine. They were soft and wet, and quivering just slightly as our mouths moved as one. We were enjoying the feel, the flavor, the forbiddenness of it all, our tongues exploring without hesitation.
Kissing Jocelyn was sweet and special, but laced with the innocence of an all-new, uncharted domain. It was a good kiss — no, a great kiss. Maybe the best kiss of my life.
That is, until Bishop threw open the door.
“Alright, you two. Get a room.”
The car had rolled to a stop, and I hadn’t even known it. The manor loomed over us. We were finally here.
“We already have a room,” I shot back. “A dozen rooms, actually.”
“Oh, I know,” quipped Bishop. “So why don’t you pick one, and let’s carry her up to it.”
With a gentlemanly flourish, he extended a hand. Jocelyn giggled and took it. No sooner had she stepped from the car than Bishop was pulling her into his arms, and kissing her hotly. The visual pierced my stomach with a stab of jealous heat…
But also, a strangely taboo excitement.
It had been a long, eventful night. A slow progression of heat and exhilaration and palpable sexual tension, culminating in our return to the manor as victors, with Jocelyn as our treasure.
It all started at the club, where we’d danced and undulated to some loud but talented DJ, twisting our bodies to the unending beat. Jocelyn spent half the night dancing in her own little world, utterly intoxicated by the music, and the other half climbing all over us. As a trio we’d passed her back and forth, seizing her hips, running our hands up and down her shimmying body. We took her from the front and back as she grinded against us, sandwiching her in full view of the hundreds of other patrons, passing her lips back and forth between us.
It was raw. It was carnal. It was shamelessly thrilling. And yet the whole time it felt strangely anonymous, even with the cheers, jeers, and odd but excited looks delivered from incredulous onlookers. Pressing her from behind against the railing, looking out over the gorgeous curve of blue-green sea, we pinned her hair back and took turns kissing her neck and whispering things into her quivering ear. Things that were fun, things that were filthy. Things that made her knees buckle, and soaked her tiny panties straight through. A knot formed between my legs, and I found myself pushing it into the fabric of her dress, right between the lobes of that perfectly rounded ass…
After that we’d walked the streets of downtown Mykonos, laughing and talking as the tension built. We shared another bottle of burgundy and drank until the bars closed, the people disappeared, and the white-cobbled streets were empty. Eventually we found ourselves alone in some lush green park, walking a path, holding hands. We took turns stealing grabs, and kissing her wine-soaked lips until she was dizzy. Right there in the cool midnight grass, we could’ve taken her down and done anything to her. Anything and everything.
I’d wanted her out of that dress. I’d wanted her naked and writhing beneath me, those long thighs wrapped tightly around me in a warm, soft bed.
That’s when she begged us to take her home, and so we did.
And now we were finally here, just steps away from a clean, empty bed. Andre was kissing her now. Bishop was fighting to get her back. The knife of jealousy twisted again as Andre’s hands went beneath her ass, scooping her into his arms. Together they carried her inside, leaving me staring up at the gorgeously lit manor in the shrouded darkness.
For a split-second, the hot blood rushing through my excited veins threatened to go cold.
Damn.
I scanned the entirety of it, taking it all in. The building took on an ominous feel, whenever I thought about what we had to do. But not now. Not for a while.
Four nights.
It wasn’t ideal, to be honest. Three would’ve been better.
Four days and nights with Jocelyn.
That part I still couldn’t believe. But what was done was done, and I intended upon enjoying the fruits of my lifelong labor to finally put this woman in my bed. Even if it meant sharing her in ways that were hot and twisted and surprisingly fucking amazing, with men as close to me as brothers.
Yes, four nights was definitely cutting it close. It made me nervous.
But with Jocelyn, it was a chance I was willing to take.