In Bed With the brothers

In Bed With the brothers

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"I never meant to fall for either of them-let alone both. But love has a way of twisting the rules, and the moment I met them, my world changed forever. The moment he walked in, the air shifted. My breath caught in my throat, and for a second, I forgot where I was. He was tall, effortlessly confident, with dark eyes that locked onto mine like he already knew all my secrets. My boyfriend's brother. I should have looked away. I should have smiled politely and kept my distance. But I didn't. Instead, I let my gaze linger, let the heat creep up my neck as he smirked-like he could feel it too. "So, you're the one throwing this party?" His voice was smooth, laced with something dangerous. I nodded, suddenly aware of how close he was. "Yeah... I wanted to make it special." His lips twitched, eyes darkening as he leaned in, just enough to make my pulse race. "I'm sure you did."
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He strokes himself with his eyes closed, and there he is-laid out in front of him, thighs parted, skin slick with desire. He imagines his hand sliding up that throat, feeling the shiver rise under his palm before tightening just enough to draw a gasp. His mouth would follow-hungry-down that taut chest, licking, biting, until a rough moan spills out. He knows how that body would respond: the way the hips would lift, aching for more, when his tongue moves lower, so much lower, tasting that salty, trembling skin. And those eyes... those π’‡π’–π’„π’Œπ’Šπ’π’ˆ eyes drowning in pleasure, staring back at him with that kind of yielding that would drag a growl from his chest. He sinks deeper into it-deeper into the vision-imagining his fingers there, buried to the knuckles, while the other writhes beneath him, lips swollen from begging too long.

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