Four
ANGEL
Chase pulls two small towels from my bag. “I don’t want you to slip.”
He wipes my thighs then spreads a towel under my feet. The floor only got a little wet, but I appreciate the gesture.
“Mind if I help you with these, Angel?” His hands slide up my legs, stopping on my shorts.
The dress haunts me from inside the bag. Should I change for the party since we’re already late? Or should I change so I can have sex with my stepbrothers?
And what would Lexi think if she found out I had sex with her—our brothers?
“This is too risky.” I shoo his hands away.
No one objects, but their erections remind me that the situation is a bit more complicated. We should have thought this through. I made a mess. What if they each do too? The elevator will never be the same.
But it’s not the elevator I’m worried about. “Your…” I point, but they won’t let me get away with that. “Erections, there, I said it. I don’t want to seem ungrateful and not reciprocate—”
Duke grabs my pointy finger and kisses it. “I don’t want you doing anything you’ll regret.”
“Thank you. If you don’t mind closing your eyes, I should get ready for Mom’s Valentine’s party.”
Disappointment is clear, even in Duke. He lowers his head and slowly turns away. Thoughtful. The other two follow suit. The elevator has wooden walls so I don’t have to worry about them peeking in a reflection.
I quickly strip, run a baby wipe over my body, and put fresh clothes on. ‘Shoe police’ lady will have a lot to think about. I tug the zipper up my back as far as I can. Of course, I grabbed the one dress I can’t fully put on myself.
“Could one of you help me with my zipper, please?”
Chase turns first. For a split second, he seems to have something on his mind, and the look morphs into a nervous smile. He makes a spinning motion with his finger. I comply. His touch is utilitarian, even though my body tries to convince me otherwise. The zipper is zipped.
I think I’ll survive this after all.
Until he steps closer. His hands move to my bare shoulders. His head drops to my ear. “Now that you’re dressed, can we move on to other things?”
“Like what?” Breathing would be a good option. My lack of airflow is testament to my poor decision-making.
“Like making sure two of us don’t die virgins.”
“What?” Duke, Jett, and I say simultaneously. I spin to face him while my brothers clear up that Chase isn’t joking. They throw a bunch of questions at him.
Ignoring them, he takes my hands, stares into my eyes, and says, “I’ve dated a lot of women because I’ve been trying to find the one who makes me feel something. Angel, it’s you. I’ve known for a while, but didn’t think… actually, I thought a lot, which is why I know this is right.”
“Oh boy.” The lack of oxygen is not helping my decision-making process. He’s offering more than just sex. And I want to agree.
“My ego would be less bruised if you said that with excitement.” A half-smile tries to hide his pain.
I allow myself several breaths to see if I change my mind. Nope, Rolly Ghost is mentally strapping her elbow and knee pads on. This won’t be easy, but I’ve had feelings for my three brothers, and hearing that one of them has feelings for me… I’ll gear up for this challenge.
“I feel the same way.”
His brow furrows. “That my ego is bruised?”
“No!” Crap. I biffed that one. Wasting no time, I push onto my tiptoes, grab his neck, and pull his lips into mine.
The connection is instant. Nothing weird. Nothing but pure rightness. His tongue presses against my lips and I accept him, joining him in exploring each other. We’re natural together. Suddenly, my legs are wrapping around his waist as he hoists me, our lips never losing contact.
My decisions haven’t been wrong. They’ve been part of my path, which has never been the straight-and-narrow one. Chase gets that. He gets me. Which means he gets me.
Since my hips have resorted to grinding into his hard abs and we don’t know how much longer we have before we plunge to our deaths, I pull my lips away.
“Let’s not die virgins.” I wiggle until he sets me down.
“You guys are serious?” Duke asks.
Chase points at the seam where the doors touch. “Put your big old body to use and block that in case they open.”
“What should I do?” Jett sounds upset he doesn’t have a task.
Chase says, “Anything but comment from the peanut gallery.”
“Angel, would you consider both of us?” Jett’s hand lifts as if to touch me but stops in midair.
I look at Chase. “I have feelings for all of you. Is that okay?”
His Adam’s apple bobs. “Whatever makes you happy.”
I shift my eyes to Duke, who asks, “Are you sure, Angel?”
“As sure as I’ve ever been.”
“I love you, Angel.” Chase plants a kiss on my head. “There’s no easy way to do this.”
He bends to match my level, but our knees bang into each other. I turn, plant my hands on the wall, and listen while he lowers his zipper. He shoves his pants down but doesn’t take them off. Duke must have a magnificent view of Chase’s ass, although I doubt he agrees.
Chase lifts my skirt and laughs. “No panties?”
“I’m saving them for when we’re done.” I kind of knew I’d give in.
He slides his cock between my legs, pumping it back and forth underneath my sex. Reaching a hand around my waist, he rubs my belly before sinking his fingers into my curls, between my lips, and onto my clit. I’m overcome by shivers.
“How are you so fucking ready, Angel?”
“Time is limited. We’re about to die.” I laugh at myself. I can’t help it, the fear or the desire.
“Or maybe you like the thrill that the doors could open and people would see us.” His fingers settle in perfectly, winding my next orgasm tighter and tighter, but he’s right, it’s the thought of being caught that electrifies me.
“Let’s do this.”
“What do you want to do? Let’s hear it.” Jett surprises me, but I love his involvement. I also love his fingers angling my face so he can kiss me.
“I want to come on your cock, Chase. Fuck me.”
Jett laughs into our kiss. “That’s our girl.” He puts an inch of space between us and speaks to his brother. “You heard sis. Put your dick in her so she can claim your virginity.”
Someone’s rustling in my duffel bag. Duke? I hear a baby wipe being pulled from the container.
He’s back in his assigned place in front of the door. “Turn her to the side just a little. I have to jack off to this. I’ve never seen anything hotter.”
Chase adjusts our stance, allowing me to still brace against the wall.
He presses his cock against my wet pussy lips. Another nudge. My lips separate.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Focus on your end. I’ll check in with her,” Jett says, then returns his lips to mine. I’m not used to kissing with eyes open. It’s so intimate.
Chase pushes more, the flare of his tip stretching me. I lose track of the kiss while I catch my breath.
“You’re not a virgin anymore. Do you want him to stop?”
“Keep going.”
“How can you feel this good, Angel?” Chase asks.
I’ll presume it’s rhetorical.
My walls clamp around him. My mouth is busy with Jett’s kiss. Then Jett cups a hand over my breast, massaging and rolling my nipple through my dress.
Duke groans then says, “We have to keep it down or they’ll hear us.”
Chase slides himself in and out of me, gripping my hips harder as he increases his pace. I’m so full, I can’t think about anything but how happy I am. And how control is slipping from my grasp.
It’s too much. I plunge headlong into my release, fighting the desire to cry out my ecstasy. Reality explodes. Carnal bliss consumes me. My body does what it’s designed to do, tightening around his shaft repeatedly.
He grunts and unloads himself inside of me, stretching me to new heights. I love the challenge of trusting my body to accept him. And his seed, because I’ve made a very naughty decision.
And it feels so right. Even as creaking comes from behind us.
Voices too. “We’ve got a crowbar. We’ll have you out in no time.”