Page 148 of Serpentine

The way Braxton says his name makes heat skitter through my veins, and I bite my bottom lip.

“I’m sick of sleeping alone on your nights with her,” Miles spews.

The possessiveness of his words has me in a chokehold, and I try to swallow past it.

“So, take her,” Braxton replies, waving his hand in my direction.

“Hey!” I interject, standing off the bed in a fury.

“No. I—” Miles swallows, looking to me for support.

I grin, waving him on.

“Tell me the truth,” Braxton says in his deep, commanding voice. “Don’t pussyfoot, Brother.”

A tremor wobbles inside my stomach at the term. One that has my pussy clenching. I love it when they call one another brother, and I don’t know if that’s some sick, twisted part of my brain that’s taboo at its center, but I don’t care to examine it, either.

I lick my lips, watching the exchange with my arms over my chest in defense.

“I don’t want to be up there alone. I want to be down here with the both of you,” Miles says softly, and it stabs through the room as if he shouted his admission.

“Do you, now?” Brax prods, turning and looking at me. He winks, and I giggle.

“Hear that, Bambi. The president wants to sleep with us.”

I drop my arms, stepping toward them both. “Do you think he wants to sleep with us? I get the distinct vibe he wants to do more than that.”

Brax narrows his eyes at Miles. “Bambi’s vibe meter is rarely ever wrong. So, which is it: do you want to sleep with us? Or do you have darker intentions?”

Miles pins me with a glare. “What is it you think I want, princess?”

I come up beside them both, and two arms come around my body, tugging me closer between them.

“I think you want me to ride your dick while your brother fucks us both.”

The image plays in my mind, possibilities endless as I fantasize silently.

Miles scoffs. “Do I now?”

I chuckle, nodding at him. “You do. But you want to kiss me first.”

Miles leans closer, searching my face for something. Braxton pushes the back of his head and closes the distance between us for him.

Miles’s kiss isn’t as commanding as Braxton’s. It’s soft and penetrating in how it feels to get stripped bare before someone for the first time. Every time he kisses me, I think that way.

“See. He didn’t come here to sleep, Bambi,” Braxton grumbles and his hand slips down the front of my sleep shorts, slipping between my folds and through the wet chaos of my bodily response to them.

He leans down to whisper in my ear. “It seems you’re excited by the idea, my shy little doe.”

I whimper, breaking away from Miles’s lips. “Brax, please.”

Miles chuckles and slides his hand under my shirt, tweaking my nipples between his fingers as they both walk me back toward the bed.

“What do you say, Brother,” Brax growls, “want to make her fantasy come true?”

“Fuck, why not? She’s been perfect these last few weeks.”

Part of me wants to beat them both, tell them to fuck off at their praise. But the other part of me purrs as they remove my clothes and lay me back on the bed.