Both men looked at one another, then drank.
“Our mother buys us socks for Christmas every year,” Kaden noted.
Keegan: “Never have I ever tried to make someone jealous.”
Bristol grinned, drank, and so did Kaden.
“That same guy in high school,” she told them. “David.”
“Did it work?”
She grinned at the memory. “Nope. But I figure that was my good fortune. He’s been married three times now.”
Kaden: “Never have I—”
“Okay,” Bristol interrupted. “One more, then I have to stop or I’ll be sick.”
“Party pooper,” Keegan teased as he poured a small amount in her glass.
Kaden: “Never have I ever wanted to date two men at one time.”
Bristol’s head was spinning from the alcohol. She blamed that for why she downed her drink. Luckily, their wide eyes stopped her from blurting exactly who she’d wanted to date at the same time.
Of course, Keegan didn’t let it go.
“Spill it,” he insisted.
She shook her head.
He was smiling as he got to his feet, moved over to the bed.
Bristol’s lungs stopped working as she stared up at the handsome man. He was tall and lean and so freaking beautiful.
“Okay, give me a hint,” he urged.
No way could she tell them. No freaking way.
“How old were you when you wanted to date two men at one time?” Kaden asked, joining his brother, both of them looming over her.
Bristol shook her head again. If she told them…
“Do I need to tickle it out of you?” Keegan’s barely disguised threat made her laugh.
“Not ticklish,” she told him. Luckily, it was true.
Evidently, he didn’t believe her, because Keegan took her empty glass, set it on the nightstand, then put one knee on the bed as he reached for her.
When his hand gripped her side, she couldn’t have laughed if she’d wanted to. The air in the room became scarce, and a fierce heat took up residence inside her, flooding her veins. That was when she realized neither of them was laughing. Something had shifted in the air, taking their carefree game and turning it into something far more dangerous.
“Tell me somethin’,” Keegan whispered, his eyes imploring her.
“Hmm?”
“Have you ever kissed twins?”
“No.”
“Do you want to?”
His warm hand was still on her side, even though he kept a decent distance between them.
Bristol looked over at Kaden, held his gaze for a second, then revealed the one secret she’d sworn she would take to her grave.
*
Kaden had known the second Keegan suggested they pay Bristol a visit that there was a good chance things were going to get out of control. He’d been doubly certain of that when Keegan procured the vodka.
Then again, out of control was the name of the game when Keegan was in charge, and no doubt about it, his twin had taken the reins from the moment he knocked on her door.
His lungs were constricted as he waited with bated breath for her to answer Keegan’s question of whether or not she wanted to slide down the slippery slope and kiss the two of them, to try some twin action on for size.
“Yes,” Bristol whispered. “I do.”
He was pretty damn sure his heart skipped a few beats as soon as those words tumbled out of her sweet, pouty lips.
Blame it on the alcohol or the game or, hell, on the setting, didn’t matter. While Kaden was usually the level-headed one, he found himself doing something he never would’ve done had they not been in this particular room, with this particular woman.
Kaden put one knee on the bed, then leaned over Bristol, shouldering Keegan out of the way in the process. His brother was not about to sample the goods before him, because Christ Almighty, Kaden had been waiting too long for this.
He held Bristol’s gaze as he got closer, waited for her to throw up the big red stop sign. That was the only reason he nearly fell over when Bristol reached for him, her soft, smooth fingers curling around his neck as she pulled him down until their mouths touched. His lips brushed hers ever so lightly, then more insistently. His tongue got with the program, sliding over her bottom lip. They shared air for a moment, and when she sighed, Kaden sealed his mouth to hers, kissing her the way he’d fantasized for months. Her soft moan reverberated against his lips, and it took tremendous effort not to press her into the mattress.
When he pulled back, he watched as her eyes slowly opened, glittering with a heat he’d only caught glimpses of before.
“My turn.”
His brother’s raspy words pulled him back from the edge. Rather than get up, though, Kaden drew his other leg up on the bed and shifted to the side, watching as Bristol locked lips with his twin.
Most people wouldn’t understand their desire to share a woman between them, but that was the only thing they’d ever wanted. Hell, sometimes Kaden couldn’t wrap his head around how it had come to be, but he’d long ago stopped trying to figure it out because this … here … with Bristol…
This was fucking perfect.
More so than any other moment in Kaden’s entire existence.
Keegan growled low in his throat as he leaned over her. Bristol’s hand remained curled around Keegan’s neck, and she was pulling him down as she leaned back on the pillow. Kaden knew he should put a stop to this. Come tomorrow, when the three of them were battling hangovers, he damn sure didn’t want regret to intrude, and there was no doubt in his mind that would happen. For Bristol, of course. Kaden wasn’t going to regret a thing, unless, of course, he managed to push her away with this little stunt. While he’d suspected she was interested in them, Kaden had noticed she did her best to pretend otherwise.
He was just about to call a halt when Keegan’s hand locked onto Kaden’s wrist. His twin relocated his hand, setting it on Bristol’s thigh before Keegan refocused on the kiss.
Bristol didn’t push his hand away, even as he slid his palm down her shin until he reached her ankle. He caressed her smooth skin, working his way up her calf, pushing the thin pajama pants upward. He wasn’t working to get them off her, merely wanted to touch, to explore. She was definitely as soft as he’d imagined, maybe softer.
God, he’d wanted this for so damn long. Wanted her.
Bristol moaned again, drawing Kaden’s attention to the way her lips were still fused to Keegan’s. Kaden didn’t move, didn’t interrupt, though he wanted to feel her mouth on his more than he wanted oxygen. He mimicked a statue, right up until she reached for him, her fingers gliding over his wrist. When she tugged, evidently wanting him closer, Kaden shifted, his thigh brushing hers. It was then she pulled back from Keegan.
Again, he waited for her to stop, but she surprised him, reaching for him.
Kaden had always prided himself on his self-control, but when it came to Bristol, it seemed to fail him. Epically. As his lips covered hers once more, he knew he needed to back off. The vodka had lowered her inhibitions, and if they moved forward, she would hate them both come morning.
And Kaden wasn’t willing to risk that.
“God, you’re sweet,” he whispered, pulling his mouth back and pressing his forehead to hers. “So fucking sweet, Bristol.”