Claimed by my Brother’s Best Friends (Alyssa) novel Chapter 53

Alyssa

I wake up naked and sandwiched between King and Niko, my body still humming with the aftershocks of what just happened. My skin feels hot from where their bodies press against mine, and it's so much nicer than I thought it would. Before I passed out, King cleaned me off while Niko stroked my hair, whispering how much of a good girl I was. But now, staring up at the ceiling, all I can think is: what the fuck is wrong with me?

I loved every second of it. I'm not going to lie to myself about that. But isn't it wrong that I did? What kind of woman gets off on being double-teamed by two men, especially when they're her brother's best friends?

I'm a fucking mess. There's no other explanation. I just gave one man a blowjob while the destroyed my vagina. What would my mother think if she could see me now? Probably shaking her head from wherever she is, disappointed and wondering where she went wrong. And what will Gray think when he finds out?

No. He can't find out. He'd kill them. No doubt about that.

And then he'd label me as a whore, as I'm sure his judgmental-ass wife will too.

"What are you thinking so hard about?" Niko's voice is a low murmur that pulls me from my spiraling thoughts. I turn my head to find him watching me, his eyes wide open, the dark room making them almost look black. Has he been awake this entire time?

"What are you still doing up?" I whisper back, trying to keep my voice steady, trying to shove the built down where it belongs—buried deep.

"Making sure King isn't going to kill me in my sleep." By the tone in his voice, he's only half joking.

But why?

I'm so confused. If what King said earlier was true, aren't they like...together? Or is it a fuckbuddy thing? What is even happening between the three of us?

All I know is that lying here with them feels too intense, too dangerous. I already swore to myself that I wouldn't catch anything that even resembled feelings for either of these men. But the way I'm feeling around them—I don't know what it is, but I don't like it.

"I...I need to go..." I murmur, trying to shift away, but Niko arm wraps around my waist, holding me in place.

"Stay," he says, his voice firm, but not demanding.

"Why? So King doesn't kill you?" I ask with a low, nervous laugh.

He chuckles, the sound vibrating through body where our skin touches. "Yeah. Something like that."

I sigh, relaxing slightly in his hold, but my mind is still racing. "I don't get it. If you guys...do stuff together, why is he so possessive of me?"

"Well, for one, I only suck his dick sometimes." He says it so casually, like it's the most normal thing in the world to suck your buddy's dick, and my jaw drops. "And two, we've never shared someone before, so this is uncharted territory for us all."

"Will this...happen again?" I ask, hating how hopeful I sound. As guilty as I feel, I can't deny that my body enjoyed both of them together. It was too amazing to be a one-time thing.

And Niko didn't even get the chance to fuck me yet. I've already sinned and cheated on my husband, so why not go all the way?