The sensation is nothing like I’ve ever felt before. Kane licking my pussy while Knox finger-fucks my ass—a girl could get used to this.

“Oh my God, it feels so damn good,” I moan, barely able to breathe. “I’m close.”

Kane twists his tongue around my clit before sucking it into his mouth, forming a perfect rhythm as I grind against him.

“Yesyesyes…” I scream out in white-hot pleasure as Knox inches his finger to his knuckle and slaps my ass. My entire body unravels as Kane tightens his hold on my hips.

“Fuck, Hads. You do taste good,” Kane admits, pressing a kiss to my inner thigh.

Knox collapses on the bed next to me, and I climb off Kane as he flips back around. He crushes his lips to mine, and I taste myself on him. I want to lean over and kiss Knox, but I’m suddenly too nervous. I can’t read him like I can Kane, and I hate that even after all of this, I’m unsure of his true feelings for me.

He said he was all in and wanted to be with me, but then why would he encourage me to fuck Kane too? I half expected him to declare his love and tell me not to have sex with his brother. I gave him every opportunity to intervene and admit he didn’t want to share me. Now that I’ve experienced both of them together, I’m left reeling in my emotions.

In my heart, my feelings for Knox are much stronger than they’ll ever be for any other man, but I couldn’t make an immediate choice regardless of his demands. I wanted him to sweat like he made me, but I’m more shocked that he went through with this.

Maybe it was both of their ways of giving me what I wanted.

One last wild night before everything between us changes.

After we cleaned up, Knox gave me a T-shirt to sleep in. Kane decided to go home and pass out in his bed, and I promised him we’d talk later. He kissed me goodbye, then waved to his brother. I don’t know how this will affect their relationship, but I hope it will in a positive way.

Some weird fucked-up brotherly bonding maybe?

“You want me to sleep on the couch?” Knox asks when we’re alone.

I tilt my head, feeling completely sober and sated, wondering if I’m gonna have to spell it out for him.

“I was hoping you’d lay with me in your bed,” I tell him honestly as I snuggle under the covers.

“Okay, I just wanted to be sure.” He climbs in and pulls me into his body. I smile against his chest, unable to remember a time when I felt this happy. I want him to feel the same.

“Knox?” I say after a few silent minutes.