Chapter 17

Winnie

B efore my announcement, Jack had apparently been urging the others to eat fast so that they could get the reno started without any further delay. But after my announcement, the others teased Jack to no end while he, reno be damned, frantically dug through the garage in search of Anna’s old whiteboard, which probably hasn’t seen sunlight since she used to organize their activities as kids.

With an enthusiasm that makes my heart warm and my thighs clench with flared desire, the Hammer brothers immediately start making up rules as if this is going to be an actual dating competition. I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop smiling.

The final result is an agreed-upon list that Jack writes out and places on the top of the breakfast bar.

1. Everyone gets uninterrupted alone time for a weekly date they will plan for Win.

2. Numbers will be drawn to keep things fair .

3. No sabotage or undermining anyone else’s chance with Win.

4. STFU, you filthy braggart. Keep your time with Win private.

5. After the renovation is done, Win will choose her boyfriend, and there will be no hard feelings.

How will I choose? How will this end without any hard feelings? I really don’t know. But if the boys think I’m worth the risk, I can put my heart on the line for them.

Below the rules, a grid with each brother’s name across the top has been drawn, to record the dates they’ll have with me.

Dates with me so I can figure out which one of them will be my boyfriend. As they eagerly draw their numbers and fill in the grid, I have to pinch myself repeatedly.

“Well,” Jack finally says, grinning from ear to ear. Project planning has always been his happy place. Or it could be a grin because he used sleight of hand to steal the first date, and no one but me noticed. “Now that that’s sorted, who’s ready for one last reno?”

They all look at me.

“You ready, Pooh Bear?” Gav asks.

I nod. With all my boys… I feel ready for anything.

I clear my throat. “Just one thing first… if most of you guys don’t mind heading over to Gram’s… I need Mason and Cruz to stay here with me for a few minutes.”

For a moment I wonder if they might be concerned that my hesitation is about the reno, that I’m just dragging my feet, but I guess I overestimate them, because they all know why I am asking. Mason and Cruz are bombarded with nudges and winks and wolf-whistles. My face heats .

“Give me the pen,” I say to Jack, grabbing the marker, and I add one more rule to the list.

6. No bro-slapping!

I raise my brows, daring anyone to cross me. No one does.

Cruz is grinning at me bashfully, his cheeks a shade of pink I’ve never seen on him before, which is adorable because Cruz is anything but bashful. But he’s in a towel . He has it tied in a way that keeps it in place while his hands are crossed over his chest, but it’s still just a towel . Good Lord. That V-line, which disappears just below the edge of the fluffy cotton fabric…

Mason smiles at me, too, nodding as his icy blue eyes sparkle.

My lips begin tingling with anticipation, more than eager to finally kiss the last two of my guys.

“So…” I start, but my voice is rough and I have to clear my throat. “Everyone else ready to get a move on with that reno?”

They catch my drift, and it doesn’t take long for the guys to dump their dishes in the sink and clear out of the kitchen, some heading off to other parts of the house, some going out through the kitchen side door, leaving me, Mason, and Cruz, alone in sudden silence.

Sudden awkward silence.

Crap. It’s never awkward with my boys, but now I stand with my back against the counter and look at them both, feeling a million percent out of my element.

They’re so hot. I’m so… me. Who makes the first move, anyway? Me? Am I supposed to choose who I want to kiss first out of two ridiculously hot Hammers? It’s hard en ough not to combust just because of the fact that Cruz is in that towel…

“You’re overthinking it, babe,” Mason says, because like all of them, he knows me well. He sweeps me up and places me on the counter. His sandalwood scent wraps me up like a hug as he stands between my thighs, holding me so close that my nipples brush against his chest, surely growing hard through my sleep tank.

There’s a raw heat flashing in his eyes that matches the warmth radiating through his body and pouring into me.

“You’re finally mine, cupcake,” he says, his voice rough. But oh so gently, he touches my cheek with his thumb and kisses my forehead. I smile as he presses his forehead to mine and drops his hands to the tops of my thighs.

Thunder thighs.

I swallow hard, conflicted, feeling both turned on and embarrassed as Mason looks down at all the places where our bodies touch. There is so much of me, and it’s all soft and pale and lumpy, and he’s so sculpted and sharp and delicious.

“I’m trying to savor this moment,” Mason says with a small laugh. “But fuck, I’m too excited to take it slow.”

His mouth crashes over mine, and I don’t care anymore about being too much for him or too big or too anything. I don’t care about anything other than the feel of his kiss deepening, tongue seeking out mine, the gentle nips at my bottom lip from his teeth. The pleasure that courses downward as he strokes and squeezes my thighs digging his thumb into my skin, so damn close to where I ache for him already …

Mason tears his lips from mine with a groan, and I cry out in protest as I try to get his mouth back. At least we are still connected – I still feel the heat from his hands, from his gorgeous abs warming my thighs, and his chest against my breasts. Then even his warmth is gone as he steps to the side, leaving me sitting on the counter top, alone.

No.

I slide off the counter, but before my feet can even touch the floor, I’m in Cruz’s arms.

“Baby,” he says with a smile. His gentle brown eyes and that sweet, sweet smile are deceiving. Before I know it, his eyes turn molten and he growls “ fuck ,” grabbing my ass and backing me into the counter. His kiss is devouring, so hot and plundering that I gasp for breath when he pulls away to kiss my jaw, down to my neck, his teeth scraping my skin, trailing lower, and pulling shivers out of me.

My shivers intensify as he nips a little too hard at my neck and I moan. “Don’t leave marks. Rule seven.”

At least that’s what I try to say. I’m mostly moaning because Cruz’s rough hands squeeze my ass again, and they are cupping and curling under me so that a finger from each hand skims the inseam of my shorts.

He licks my neck gently and drops a kiss on top. “Sorry, baby.”

When he lifts his head to look me in the eyes, all I can do is stare at his lips, swollen and delicious. I hope this isn’t over. I’m not ready for either of their kisses to be over.

“I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long,” Cruz says. “But you wanted to save the best for last, huh?” he teases in that flirty Cruz way. “I’ve been planning for it to be slow, baby. Sweet and sensual and perfect for you. I didn’t mind going last of all my brothers as long as I could at least have a chance to show you how much you mean to me. Treat you like a queen.” His eyes blaze as he squeezes my ass again. “But these ridiculous shorts? Fuck, Win. They completely destroyed my willpower.”

His mouth falls back on mine and I’m hoping to feel his fingers creep along the inseam of my shorts again, but instead he moves his hands up, one hand to grip my waist, the other to hike my leg up. His hips press into me and I feel the bulge of him through the towel for a bare second.

What is my life!?

I want to feel more of him, but he’s back to kissing a line down my neck, lower and lower. And he’s moving my thigh up and up… I’m trying to brace myself, leaning back with my elbows against the counter top so I don’t fall sideways as he lifts my leg higher. His mouth reaches my cleavage and he darts a tongue inside my tank top. Sliding his rough palm along my leg, he places my foot on the counter.

“Cruz!” I gasp. “I’m going to fall over!”

But I’m not.

“I’ve got you, cupcake,” Mason says from the other side of me, bracing my shoulders with his hands. He slides between me and the counter so that I can lean back against his chest, and balance myself easily while Cruz carries on kissing the top of my breasts. “You can relax if you want. I got you.”

They have me spread wide open, only my tiny pajamas keeping me hidden from their eyes, and yet I’m comfortable enough to sink into Mason, allowing my head to fall against his shoulder. I close my eyes, breathing him. God, I love that scent of him. Sandalwood, yeah, but with a sexy layer of musk and sweat and something entirely, sweetly Mason. It drives me crazy. If I could bottle his scent up and sell it, I’d be a billionaire in a week.

I feel Cruz’s hands slide along my skin until he’s palming my ass again. I wiggle, shimmy, wanting his fingers back where he had them before.

He chuckles as his mouth captures my nipple over my tank top, his breath and the glorious pinch of his lips pulling out a low, long moan from me as I give over to the incredible sensations.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful, Win,” Mason says in a growl against my neck, and he tilts my head into the perfect position to reach my mouth with his.

I latch onto Mason’s lips, probably looking like a starfish, but his kiss is perfect timing. I need him to swallow my sounds, the glass-shattering moans, as Cruz’s searching fingers finally land between my thighs.

Mason kisses me with matching fervor, his arms keeping me steady as I writhe under Cruz’s touch.

I’m so wet. I know Cruz feels me dripping, but I can’t even be embarrassed by myself, because as he slowly drags his finger along the center seam of my shorts, a low groan of satisfaction comes from deep in his throat.

“Best kiss of my life, Win,” he says as he nips at my nipple.

His finger circles my clit once and I squirm until he does it again, whimpering. When he doesn’t stop circling after that, I begin to squirm for another reason, and my whimpering grows louder. With Mason’s tongue tangled with mine, and Cruz’s touch teasing just right, I lose all ability to think rationally. I’m too lost in ecstasy to even realize that I’ve slid one of my hands into Cruz’s hair, raking through his silky brown waves, and the other hand is behind me, brushing across the bulging front of Mason’s jeans.

I might not have a lot of experience with men, my eyes might be closed, now, and my mouth might be preoccupied with Mason’s lips, but buttons are a cinch, and it doesn’t take more than a second before I’m tugging his jeans down, slipping past his boxers and pulling his cock free.

It springs into my waiting hand and when my fingers wrap around him, test the thickness, the weight, and the length of him, Mason groans against my mouth. I stroke my thumb over the head, and now he’s the one whimpering.

“Oh, fuck. Winnie, cupcake. Ohhh, fuck .”

I smile with unparalleled delight to pull these kinds of sounds from Mason, but then Cruz scrapes my nipple with his teeth and a rough finger slides past the fabric of my shorts, hitting my pulsating flesh. My smile turns into an expression that I’m sure is of pure ecstasy. The burst of electricity that jolts through me is more intense than anything I’ve ever felt in my life.

“Come up here,” I plead, tugging Cruz’s hair so that he looks up at me. He straightens and my hand slips from his hair to trail down the flat planes of his body.

I stroke Mason harder behind me. I want Cruz too; I’m desperate to see him, and touch him like he’s touching me. Look at him the way he looks at me. He licks his lips as his eyes rove over my body, lingering where he has me spread. He steps closer and his hands find even better leverage than before and as he runs his fingers over me again, I restlessly tug at his towel .

The towel drops and I can’t breathe, I can only stare at the glorious sight of him. My mouth begins to water, as though my brain is sure the glistening drop I see at the tip of his cock tastes like donuts. I grab him and I can’t believe what I’m doing, holding two of my boys, stroking them, but as I do, Cruz eases the barrier of my shorts aside again, and I can’t believe that either.

I have to be dreaming.

“Are you sure you’re not blood-related, because I definitely see some family resemblance.” I’m talking about the sheer size of them, that has me light-headed in the best possible way. My dildos are big, sure, but… they have nothing on the real things.

“Baby, look at me,” he says, and I do, my heart squeezing from the pure lust in his eyes as he slowly fills my aching body with his finger.

Everything happens too fast after that. I don’t even get enough time to hold both of my boys, or run my fingers over every long, hard, velvety inch of their cocks until they’re as imprinted into my memory as the rest of their bodies. Or taste them. Oh how badly I want to taste them, to feel the weight of them on my tongue. But it’s Mason’s fault. He reaches around to squeeze the boob that Cruz had previously ignored. The sparks fly off of me, and as he thrusts up into my hand and squeezes my nipple hard, Cruz strokes his finger deeper, and rubs my clit with this thumb.

I come undone. I pull my mouth from Cruz’s in order to whimper and hiss. I pump both cocks, both slippery with precome, trying to make my boys feel the same delicious licks of desire that are coiling inside me.

“Cupcake, you have to stop,” Mason growls, his forehead against my shoulder. “Stop now, or I’ll come right here. ”

“Good, come with me,” I growl back.

“Mom will kill me if I spurt all over her kitchen,” he pushes the words through clenched teeth.

“I’ll kill you if you don’t,” I murmur.

Apparently the threat does the trick. Mason’s cock grows thicker, throbs harder, and he lets loose a thick stream and a cry, which he tries to smother against my shoulder.

That cry, the sound of his pure pleasure, tips me over the edge, and I lose myself completely. I buck hard into Cruz’s hand and then pulsate around him, exploding into fireworks. Wave after wave of bursting tingles and flaming heat, and Cruz strokes me through them all.

I lose my balance, finally, as my knees buckle. I fall backward, but Mason catches me.

But he’s loose-limbed, too, and as he gathers me up, he falls, pulling me on top of him.

The last thing I see before I fully collapse, is Cruz’s sexy-as-sin expression – the way his eyes darken into the richest chocolate as he stares at me. I’ve never seen him look so damn beautiful as his mouth drops open and, with a strangled groan that melts into a contented sigh, he shudders his release.

“Fuuuck that was good,” he says after a minute, still breathless. He falls beside me in a satisfied heap.

“Was that good for you, too, Winnie?” Mason whispers against my neck.

I nod. I’m so damn happy, so damn spent I can’t even wipe the tear that forms at the corner of my eye, I can only smile.