I can’t believe I’m asking for it, but I am.

I want to kiss them.

I’m going to kiss them.

And I’ve never been so scared about something my whole life.

Callum grins at me, that smile warping into something predatory slowly, like Austin’s did. But I can see the surprise in his eyes and I know he isn’t as control of the situation as he’s used to being. That’s so exciting!

Knowing that I can throw these impossible men for a loop, surprise them… It makes me feel like I have some power in this as well, even if I’m incredibly eager to relinquish most of it to them.

“What the lady wants, the lady will have,” Callum says.

He puts one hand behind my neck and pulls me closer to him. Unlike Austin, he doesn’t waste any time, he doesn’t let me start. He goes for what he wants immediately.

Our lips touch and he tastes bitter, in a good way. Like dark chocolate. Our tongues intertwine and I inhale sharply through my nose, shocked that this is actually happening. I’m kissing Callum while Troy runs his hands gently along my legs, reminding me that I’m here with the both of them… with twins who want me. Me!

I could just about explode.

Callum’s tongue dances into my mouth and I suck on it eagerly as he kisses me harder, maybe even too hard. But I like it.

It’s not long until Troy wants his own and I reluctantly pull away from Callum, my lips a little puffy from kissing him so hard. I know my eyes are clouded over but so are his and I can’t help but smile at that.

Troy snatches me up from the bench and plants me on his lap, having me straddle him. I gasp, feeling the hardness of his cock through the loose pants he is wearing. It’s massive and I can’t help but buck against it once or twice, just to try out how big he is… Oh my god.

When he kisses me, he’s a lot gentler than Austin or Callum were. I can’t even believe that I’ve kissed one of them, let alone three, and yet I have! I’ve never felt this turned on or this naughty in my life and I just want more.

This time it’s me who gets rougher. I nip at Troy’s lower lip and he growls at that, obviously enjoying what I’m doing. My hands go into his blond hair and I run my nails down his neck. He tastes so good and he feels even better. I only got to feel his mouth on my tits the last time, but now I am sure that I want more of him. And more of Callum.

My head’s spinning and I’m grinding against Troy again. When I feel Callum’s hands around my waist I snap out of it, pulling back from the kiss.

Shit. It was supposed to be just a kiss.

Instead, I’ve practically been dryhumping one of the twins and my panties are soaked through completely. If I don’t get myself out of here really fast, I’m just going to end up letting them do whatever they want to me again in a place where anyone could walk in on us.

A little voice in my head asks me if that would really be that bad of an idea. I don’t stick around long enough to allow myself to start arguing the sides.

I practically jump backwards out of Troy’s lap, standing up and backing away from the bench a couple of steps, holding my hands up.

“Okay,” I breathe heavily, and the twins watch me with wicked grins.

There’s pure lust in their eyes and I know if I said the word, they’d be all over me in a heartbeat. It’s really difficult not to say it when pure pleasure is so close that I can touch it.

“I think I need to go now,” I tell them, turning around before I can be sucked in by their stupid charming, sexy selves again.

“Don’t be a stranger,” Troy yells after me.

I wince a little at it. I want to turn around and run right back into his arms because I’m really curious if I can even fit that cock of his… And if he’s that big, Callum probably is too. I groan a little at the thought.

“Whatever you want, Lily,” Callum yells after me.

I glance over my shoulder and find the two of them lounging back on the bench, grinning.

They know I’m going to be back. And I wish I could argue with that.

For some crazy reason, I’m prepared to set my career and everything I’ve worked so hard for in danger because these men, these brothers, are doing something to me that I can’t explain.

Maybe it’s time to call Christine.

* * *

It’s a few hours later when I finally feel composed enough to talk to Christine. Meanwhile, I’ve masturbated twice, and seriously considered going to Austin’s bungalow to ask for a kiss from him as well, even if I’ve already gotten several.

Maybe it could be a daily thing?

“Hey,” I tell Christine with a smile as she pops up on FaceTime.

She’s home this time, in her bedroom, apparently getting ready to head out.

“Hey, stranger,” she says, applying mascara at the same time. “I thought you forgot about me.”

“I would never,” I gasp, feigning shock.

She doesn’t buy it.

“So tell me, who have you fucked?”

She gives me a look and I groan. I really should pick less attentive friends…

“No one,” I say mildly, and it’s mostly the truth.

“Lily…”

Christine’s tone is that of a scolding kindergarten teacher. I feel the tips of my ears turning scarlet and she can tell immediately that I’m not telling her the whole truth. I’d be a horrible poker player.

“Okay, okay. So I might have fucked someone a little,” I say, appalled that these words are coming out of my mouth.

“Who?! You have to tell me! Tell me now woman! You can’t be running around with Maxim’s Top 50 Hottest Men while I’m languishing here in Tinder hell!”

“Um…”

Christine’s eyes go wide and then a smile follows.

“You’ve done them all, haven’t you!? You dirty slut!”

She’s practically clapping her hands together in glee, obviously overjoyed that I’ve finally found the path to the slutty side.

“No, not entirely,” I rush to explain. “I mean… like… Callum fingered me and Troy sucked on my… anyway. Yeah. And Austin ate me out.”

I almost add “no big deal” to the end of that, but it sounds too ridiculous in my ears to utter out loud, so I don’t. Christine’s still staring at me with that face that would be best served on Christmas morning, opening up a million presents, not while discussing my sex life.

“I am so impressed. I never thought the day would come that I would have to bow down to you in that regard. All at the same time? How were they? Why no dicks? Is there something wrong with them? Oh, please don’t tell me there’s something wrong with the dicks!”

Her melodramatics make me burst out laughing and I’m pretty sure that’s exactly what she was after. A way for me to not take what’s happening so damn seriously.

I wish it were that easy all the time.

“We’re taking it slow,” I say, and that too sounds completely bonkers as I say it out loud.

Slow? With three men at the same time? Three brothers?

Yeah, I think there’s no such thing.

The expression on Christine’s face is saying pretty much the same.

“I kissed Austin and Callum today for the first time. We did the… the whatever the first day I got here. Austin found me later.”

“You mean when Callum and Troy came up behind you at the beach? Oh my god, I knew something was going to happen!” Christine squeals excitedly.

“And no, I don’t think there’s anything wrong with “the dicks”,” I say, using air quotes.

It does little to distract from the fact that I’m biting my lower lip, thinking about how big and hard Troy was. And Austin when we were making out… and Callum when he fingerfucked me…

Ugh, these men are going to be the end of me and I’m not even sure if I care.

“Okay, I believe you. Just remember to tell me everything when the next thing happens. I need to live vicariously through you,” Christine sighs, fixing her hair.

“Are you going out?” I ask, checking the time.

It should be too early for Christine to even be home from work, let alone heading out.

“Yeah, we’re going out with a couple girls from the office. You know how it is – Mallory’s out of the office so the rats are out to play.”

Christine rolls her eyes slightly at that.

“Wait, what? Where’s Mallory at?” I ask, surprised.

She was supposed to be tied down with big cases back in New York City. That was the reason why she handed the case over to me in the first place, or so I thought at least.

“Oh, you haven’t heard?” Christine asks, cocking a brow and stopping her preening for a moment. “She’s heading to Hawaii with Milan and Candice. They’re all coming.”

My heart drops. Mallory’s coming here? And Milan too?

Things have just gone from a little dicey to full-on dangerous. I was expecting Milan and possibly Candice to come after relaying Robert Stephenson’s message to them, but if they’re bringing Mallory too…

Shit.

The chances of hiding anything from Mallory are slim to none and that’s usually when I don’t even have anything to hide. I feel like I could be wearing a huge scarlet letter on my forehead for how hard it’s going to be for Mallory to figure out that something’s going on that probably shouldn’t be happening.

“They are?” I ask. “Do you know why?”

“Something about Milan wanting emotional support,” Christine says with a shrug. “They go way back with Mallory, apparently. They should be there late tomorrow or early the day after, I’m not sure. All I know is that Mallory headed out after the morning meeting and her assistant said that getting flights is difficult because the planes are mostly booked, so it’ll take a while.”

“Okay,” I mutter, nodding while my brain runs a million miles an hour.

“I hate to leave you but I’m running late for my endless Wednesday Happy Hour. Be bad, and don’t forget to call me, okay!?” Christine chides, before giving me a wave and ending the call.

I let my tablet drop as I stare at the ceiling above my bed.

This mess I’ve gotten myself into… it seems to be getting stickier and stickier.