My Brother’s Biker Besties

Cleo’s POV

‘After dinner.’ The next text drops.

I lock my phone and push it away, as if pretending not to see the texts will suck away all the perverted feeling I’m nursing in my head.

No. I won't see him.

I will go upstairs after dinner and lock my door.

‘I thought we agreed not to have dinner?’ The voice in my head mocks me.

I'm losing my mind, steadily leaking onto my jeans, and hoping my wetness doesn't leave a shiny map when I stand up.

“Aren’t you eating?” Duke finally looks away from his food to see Zane behind us.

“Playing games.” Zane teases and strolls down.

I hear his footsteps close up, I should ignore it and focus on the spicy food but the thought of him behind me makes my heart leap. He finally comes into view and sits next to me! Trapping me in the center of two hot brothers!

My fingers quiver, I grab tightly on my utensils to steady them, legs involuntarily squeeze against my arousal. I can't keep ignoring the fact that I need pleasure.

“Betting?” Duke seems excited. “Are you sure we’re taking the medal home?”

“On the contrary, I’m against the school.” Zane’s words cause both boys to react. Duke gasps while Knox laughs.

“Dude, you're supposed to be for them!” Duke barks. “Imagine how those lads will feel knowing their savior is supporting their opponent.”

“Well, let’s say I’m for them, just against one nasty player.” He takes the jar of freshly expressed orange juice and pour in his glass. “So disgusting he’s one of their lead player.”

“Mark?” Duke asks, up to date with the school’s team.

“Jeremy.”

My heart drops at the mention of my boyfriend’s name! My hand freezes mid-air, the fork still holding the slice of beef.

Zane notices my reaction and looks at me, knowingly, watching me like I'm prey.

I shake it off and shove the fork in my mouth, almost busting my lips.

“Why? He is good—”

“We all know he is t that good.” He argues with Duke. “He’s mid.” His tone is bitter, side view still on me. “Plus, he has what I want.” His voice deepens.

Me?

My eyes briefly catch his and I instantly look down. Uncomfortable, I adjust in my seat, locking my legs, seeping down my panties and onto my jeans.

“Are you okay?” Zane leans in to whisper, his shoulder almost grazing mine.

I nod and force a smile.

“Sure?” His voice has a hint of mockery, his gaze is on my tightened legs, knowing more than anyone else at the table that Duke’s saint baby sister is damn horny.

“Shit!” Duke groans, disrupting the awkwardness.

“What is it?” Knox speaks up after a while.

“I completely forgot I have an edit to finish. The client will stew me.” He pushes off the table, grabs his unfinished food, and heads to the kitchen. “I'm sorry, I have to leave.” He yells as he walks out.

“Be good!” Knox yells back.

Zane on the other hand, drops his glass of juice and starts for the front door. He lingers, waiting for me to look at him. I try not to, my head ducked to avoid his gaze. The door creaks. Curious to know if he’s gone, I look upward only to see him standing right there!

He flashes a small smile before disappearing.

“Your day seems boring.” Knox sighs. “Got any plans?”

I grab my glass of water and gulp before shaking my head. “A moment.” I force my weak legs up and find a way to drag them past his view.

On getting out, it's already dark. Zane isn't anywhere in sight. The voice in my head is screaming at me to go back inside and abort the mission, but I let my legs lead me to the bag of pheromones in the backyard.

Standing in the shadows, his broad build beckons.

Now, it all seems like a bad idea. I turn to run when he stops me.

“I didn't see you fucking yourself.” His dark tone freezes me on the spot.

I don't move, even when I hear his footstep get closer. I feel the thick goosebumps crawl over my bare arms. The dirty image of his nakedness flashes in my head. His eyes… pretending to look only at my face when he stole glances at my breasts.

My dripping cunt.

Now, he’s so close to me, so close that I feel his chest press into my butt!

“Zane—-”

“Shhh,” his breath is hot against my neck.

Oh, god…

I feel something rough skit along my back, tracing upward into the opening of my shirt!

His hand!

The tips of his framing fingers touch my bare skin, eliciting a moan and a jerk from me. Slowly, steadily, he crawls up to the extra of my breast!

“Za… Zane…” My voice breaks off, body reacts to his touch!

“Just like you didn't see me in your room.” He murmurs.

How is he the one blackmailing me when it was all his fault? He was never supposed to be in my room in the first place.

“Uhhh…” I moan at the feel of his fingers palming the side of my breast! Slightly parting my arm so his hand slips over the surface! “We shouldn't…” I moan in between my speech. “No…”

Still, he claims my breast, his hand skits along my nipple and I jerk, aroused as fuck.

I hear him laugh, having the fun of his life on my expense.

“Do you want me to stop?” The tip of his finger lingers over my nipple, teasing but not touching! The soft graze that sets you ablaze, lures you into sin yet mocks you for sinning.

I bite my bottom lip and nod.

I fucking want this… but I owe Jeremy loyalty. I owe Duke respect as well.

He presses in, so hard that I feel the length of his erection poke the small of my back!

I moan and melt in his arms, silently giving him permission.

“Say it, princess.” His tongue strokes my earlobe. “Say you don't want my cock deep inside you.” He dares me, aware that I’m too vulnerable to disagree. “Say you want my big fingers instead.”

“Zane—”

“What's going on?” Knox’s voice startles us.

I fly off Zane, finding strength when I was just melting a while ago.

“I was convincing her to sneak out with us for her party.” Zane steps forward, confident. He looks at me and dares me to argue. “Right?”

I don't speak, too flushed.

“Come on, let’s go!” Knox cheers. “He mentioned you love to sneak out.”

Wait… what?!

First, Zane was in my room when I bet his shower head wasn't dysfunctional. Then, he has my I*******m handle, and now… he knows my little secret!

“We’ll be back before Duke even knows.” Knox convinces. He gets to me and takes my wrist. “Let's go.”

It's not a plea, it's an order.

An order from his sexy lips.

Torn between two brothers I want both their dicks deeply penetrating me, and my brother I don't want to offend, I just blink like an idiot.