Page 18 of Brothers' Brat
"I swear to fuck if you put my coat on with a fucking hard dick–" Hudson starts and I burst into laughter which cuts him off. He twists, arching up enough to glare down at me like I've taken Hayden's side over his.
"I just think it's funny that you spent the night sharing every part of my body you could get your hands and mouth on, but your coat is where you draw the line."
"Sharing is caring, brother," Hayden adds with a straight face, and I think that might be what sends Hudson spiraling over the proverbial edge.
When Hudson reaches over me to try and reach Hayden to slap him, my gaze fixates on the dark green box nestled in Hayden's large palm. "What's that?"
Hayden just grins, a devilish tilt to his lips as he kicks off Hudson's boots with careless ease. He climbs onto the bed and holds the box just out of reach. His eyes gleam with mischief.
Hudson's withdrawal from my core is a slow drag of sensation, leaving me empty but thrumming with need. He assists me into a sitting position, his touch gentle yet firm, grounding, seemingly forgetting that he wants to kill Hayden. I'm caught between them, between their heat and intensity, and it's exactly where I crave to be.
"What will you give us for it?" Hayden taunts, voice playful yet edged with an unspoken promise. It's a dance we know well, the give and take, the push and pull.
I reach out, my fingers tracing the hard length of him, and I can feel the thrum of his pulse beneath my touch. Hayden's breath catches, a soft hitch that tells me more than words ever could. My own desire curls within me, and suddenly I wish I hadn't been so exhausted so I could remember how many times they were inside me last night.
"Anything you want," I murmur, my bottom lip caught between my teeth.
"Leila," Hudson's voice is a low growl, a warning laced with need as his hand encircles my wrist, pulling me away from Hayden's hard dick. "You need to stop."
His touch is gentle but insistent, and I can't help the pout forming on my lips. "Why?" I challenge, even though his emerald gaze tells me everything.
"Hayden won't be able to hold off, and this—" he nods toward the box "—is important."
I glance at Hayden, whose eyes now shoot daggers at his brother. "I'll beat the fuck out of you with your soggy boots if you ever take her hand off my dick again." His words are a snarl, possessive and raw, sparking a laugh from Hudson.
"Easy, there," I tease, but my attention shifts back to the mystery in Hayden's grasp. My heart races with a mix of excitement and curiosity.
"Is that for me?" The question spills out, tinged with genuine surprise. I wave my hand excitedly toward the small green box. "You guys got me a Christmas present?"
A featherlight brush of lips behind my ear sends a shiver down my spine. Hudson's voice vibrates against the delicate skin there, wrapping me in warmth. "We knew you were ours, it was just a matter of convincing you to accept it."
"Convincing? Is that what we're calling it?" I manage a smile despite the flutter in my chest. "You guys did a good job, minus shooting the pucks at my head."
Hayden narrows his eyes at me, and my pussy clenches. "That was a long time ago, Leila." He huffs, and Hudson snickers.
"That was yesterday!" I'm exasperated when I snatch the green box from Hayden's hold.
"Careful, he's ready to pounce, and you're not making it easy for him to hold back," Hudson teases, but his eyes betray his eagerness for me to see inside.
With a flick of my thumb, the lid springs open, and my breath catches. Nestled within the velvet embrace lies a gold necklace, so delicate, so utterly me. Twin H's dangle, catching the light, casting tiny golden glows against the dark interior.
"Wow," escapes me before I can rein it in, admiration coloring my tone. "It's beautiful." I lift the necklace, watching it dance between my fingers.
Hayden's pride is almost tangible, and his gaze holds mine as he nods, pleased with himself. "I picked it out."
"You almost got us kicked out of the jewelry store," Hudson tells on his brother, but it only makes Hayden grin.
"He was asking too many questions about Leila, and I don't like that shit. Nosy fucker."
"Territorial much?" But I'm not complaining. Not really. I can admit to myself when I like how toxic they can be.
"Only always," Hudson murmurs, his fingers tracing the line of my collarbone where the necklace will soon rest. His touch is possessive, yet somehow reverent as if he's already envisioning it there, marking me as theirs.
"Put it on me," I command, a bubble of excitement dancing in my chest. Hayden's fingers, warm and sure, lift the gold chain, dangling the intertwined H's before my eager eyes. His touch makes me shiver as he drapes the necklace around my neck.
Hudson joins in, his hands brushing against the nape of my neck, sending another current of electricity through me. The clasp snaps shut, and the cool metal settles against my skin—a perfect fit, like it was made for me.
"It's perfect," I murmur, tracing the double H pendant with my fingertips, feeling the intricate grooves and smooth edges. Without hesitation, I lunge forward, wrapping my arms around Hayden's neck. His strong arms encircle me. His scent is the faintest hint of pine, and it engulfs me. I reach behind with one arm, blindly grasping for Hudson, needing him to be part of this moment.