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I kept my gaze fixed on River’s through the screen as I nodded.
The decision settled deep in my chest... heavy, thrilling, undeniable.
Oscar didn’t wait even a second.
The mont my head dipped in agreent, his lips closed the remaining space between his mouth and my skin. And then he pressed a soft, deliberate kiss against my jawline, unhurried and intimate, like he was savoring the simple fact that I had said yes to his plan of teasing his brother. My breath stuttered, the sensation rippling straight through .
His mouth didn’t linger there for long.
He followed the curve of my jaw, pressing stronger kisses down the side of my throat, each one sending warmth spreading under my skin. His hands ca around my waist, firm and sure, pulling closer until there was no space left between us. I could feel the solid heat of his body, the strength in his fra, grounding and overwhelming all at once.
As if that wasn’t enough, his voice joined the mix... low, calm, infuriatingly composed.
"Kieran," he said, still kissing my throat, not sparing his brother even a glance. "Set the laptop so River can have a proper view of the bed."
A shiver ran through at how casually he said it, like this was the most natural thing in the world.
Then, just as easily, he added, "And join us."
My pulse thundered.
I felt rather than saw Kieran move, the faint scrape of furniture, the quiet shift in the room. Oscar guided backward, his hands never leaving my waist, until my legs brushed the edge of the bed. He stopped then, not yet getting on the bed.
For a brief second, everything softened.
He cupped my face in his hands and pressed a kiss to my forehead... slow, reverent, grounding. It was such a stark contrast to the heat burning between us that my chest tightened.
Then he stepped behind .
With a smooth turn of his hands, he guided to face the coffee table where the laptop now sat angled toward the bed. My eyes lifted on instinct, landing on the screen.
River was watching.
He was sitting back on the couch in his room, one arm resting along the back, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp and intent. There was no smile on his lips now... just a quiet, focused intensity that made my stomach flutter.
It was almost unexplainable how after so long... after countless nights I spent naked under them... they still had the power to turn into an anxious ss within seconds. Just like a year ago, the brothers could still easily make my heart race, my breathing sharp, and my cheeks flushed.
Just like they were doing right now... even when it’s not my first ti with two of them or one of them being the audience.
I got lost in my thoughts that I barely had ti to process it before Oscar’s fingers found the buttons of my blouse.
Slowly. One by one. He started opening them.
Each soft click of tal felt impossibly loud in the quiet room.
There were only four buttons, but he treated each like it deserved its own mont, his knuckles brushing my skin with every movent. My breath ca shallow, my shoulders lifting slightly as anticipation curled tight inside .
When the last button slipped free, he didn’t rush.
He slid the fabric down my shoulders, unhurried, exposing skin inch by inch. The cool air kissed my collarbones, my shoulders, my back. Oscar’s fingers moved on my back as he swept my hair forward, letting it fall over my shoulders, fully baring my back.
And then, he eaned in, pressing his mouth against my nape, his lips warm where my hair had been monts ago.
My awareness splintered in too many directions at once - Oscar behind , River watching from the screen, and Kieran’s presence closing in from the front.
Oscar’s hands moved again, this ti to the fastening of my skirt. A gentle tug, pulling the zipper down, a soft sound, and then gravity did the rest. The fabric slid down my legs, pooling at my feet.
I stepped out of it automatically along with my sneakers, my heart pounding.
I was left in nothing but my matching dark olive set, the color suddenly feeling far bolder than it ever had before. Oscar still didn’t rush to take it off.
Instead, his hands traced slow paths along my sides, up my arms, across my waist, like he was reminding ... reminding all of them... that this wasn’t about haste.
It was about presence.
His kisses followed the line of my shoulder, then my neck again, lingering at my nape. Each touch was deliberate, controlled, making my knees feel weak even as he held steady.
I caught a glimpse of River shifting slightly on the screen, his gaze never leaving .
And then...
Kieran stepped in front of .
His hands ca up to fra my face, his touch warm, familiar, steady in a way that made my chest ache. He didn’t hesitate. He leaned in and captured my lips in a kiss that was firm but unhurried, grounding even as it deepened.
The contrast between them was dizzying.
Oscar’s heat and control behind .
Kieran’s calm, commanding presence in front of .
And River... watching, witnessing, connected even from miles away.
I lted into the kiss, my hands lifting instinctively to curl into Kieran’s shirt, anchoring myself there. His mouth moved against mine in a way that spoke of restraint, of patience, like he was letting the mont build instead of rushing it.
Behind , Oscar’s arms tightened just slightly, his mouth brushing my skin again, reminding he was there.
That I was surrounded.
Claid.
Wanted.
My world narrowed to sensation and breath and the quiet hum of shared intent.
And when Kieran finally ended the kiss and pulled back to look at , I took the chance to unbutton his shirt.
"You guys are overdressed for the occasion. Don’t you think so?"
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