“Oh, Kaelin.” Nick’s whisper held awe and heat. “You feel incredible. God…”

Tyler’s wicked fingers lingered on her pussy as Nick filled her deeper and deeper, the sweetest friction inside her. And then Tyler trailed his wet fingers back and up, over the pucker of her rear entrance. She gasped against Nick’s neck. His hands stroked up her back and tunneled into her hair again.

“S’okay, sweetheart.” He turned his face and found her mouth with his.

Oh, this was so bad, so wanton, so incredibly hot and erotic. But she’d gone this far, she might as well turn herself over to it, let the pleasure consume her, let Tyler and Nick show her how bad she could be.

Nick rolled her to her back, still inside her, moved over her, in her, the friction of his flesh inside her a sweet swelling pleasure. And now Tyler was caressing Nick, kneeling behind him, his hands on his hips, his back, his ass. Tyler’s face looking down at both of them was dark and tight, his eyes hot and heavy as his gaze moved from her face to Nick’s body and back.

Nick made a noise deep in his throat and she knew Tyler had touched him, but she couldn’t see what exactly he was doing. But Nick’s body was going tight, his head went back, teeth gritted. “Oh Jesus,” he gasped. “Tyler.”

She thought she might pass out from the excitement of it, drowning, swept away, imagining Tyler’s hands on Nick’s balls, his thighs, his ass. Was he…oh she couldn’t even think it, it was so erotic and wicked, and she longed to see what he was doing to Nick that was giving him so much pleasure.

Nick rubbed his rough face over her cheek, kissed her temple and moved over her, hands in her hair again, groaning his pleasure, thrusting, pushing up into her, finding that place, rubbing against her sensitive clit. It was there, right there, so close and she gasped and strained toward it until it burst over her in a shower of sparks and light. She cried out, pushed against him, pulsing around him and then he came too. She wrapped her arms around his big, sweat-dampened body and held him tight as shudders racked him, aware that Tyler was there, smiling, stroking and when she opened her eyes and met his, so searingly erotic, her whole body tightened in more hard pulses.

They lay there, the three of them, in the bed side by side, Kaelin in the middle. Tyler’s heart still thudded and that was just from watching.

They’d had threesomes, shared girls, but never like this. They’d never let go with a girl like that. Maybe because it was Kaelin and they trusted her and were both probably still at least half in love with her. Shit. He rubbed his face and kept his hand over his eyes.

“Tyler.”

“Yeah.” His voice was scratchy.

“Why do you go to such lengths to annoy your parents?”

Jesus. He kept his eyes covered while he processed that. “I don’t go to great lengths,” he finally said. “It seems to happen no matter what I do.”

She shifted toward him, half on top of him, and looked at him. She pushed his arm away and he let her, because keeping it there would have looked stupid. “That’s not true,” she said quietly. “You just told me that one of the reasons you and Nick…er, did what you did was to piss them off. That’s pretty extreme, I’d say.”

Tyler stared into her soft brown eyes. Hell. He felt as if she was looking right inside him and it made him want to cover his eyes again. “I only half meant that. They don’t even know about us.”

“Well, explain that half then. Why?”

“Oh hell, Kaelin. You can figure it out.”

Her eyebrows slanted down and her pretty lips pursed. “No, I really can’t.”

He so did not want to talk about this.

“It’s not that big a deal,” he finally said. “My parents worshiped Avery, thought she could do no wrong. I was always a disappointment to them, because I wasn’t like her. I didn’t do that great in school. I was good at sports, but not good enough to satisfy them. They wanted both their kids to be getting awards, to be perfect. When I wasn’t perfect, they didn’t want anything to do with me. But when I got in trouble they were right there, all over that. After a while, I gave up trying to be as good as Avery. And I just tried to be….bad.”

“Oh.” Kaelin breathed out a soft sigh. “I see.”

He closed his eyes against the sympathy on her face and leaned back against the headboard, the covers pulled over his hips. Kaelin propped herself up on her elbows to look at him. “It’s not that complicated,” he added. “Typical sibling rivalry.”

“But you and Avery get along fine.”

“We do now. When I was younger, I blamed her. Then one time she stuck up for me with Mom and Dad, and I knew it wasn’t her fault. She was my big sister and she tried to look out for me, even though I was pretty much bent on self-destruction.”

Kaelin nodded thoughtfully. She glanced at Nick, who’d turned onto his side and rested his head on one hand while he listened. “I guess I get it,” she said.

“I was the loser younger brother,” Tyler added, hating the bitterness that edged his voice. He’d thought he was long over this, but this trip home had resurfaced a whole lot of crap. “The one who was never good enough. The one who embarrassed my parents constantly.”

“Not that that would take much,” Kaelin said dryly, and he looked at her with surprise. Their gazes connected and she smiled. “Your parents are pretty obsessed with their image in the community.”

“No shit,” Tyler said. His smile went crooked.

“For what it’s worth, I never thought you were a loser,” she told him softly. “Even when you were Avery’s little brother, I was totally intimidated by you.”

He snorted. “Intimidated?”

“You were super cool,” she said. “I envied you because you did whatever you wanted and didn’t seem to care what people thought.”

Tyler studied her pretty face, lifted a hand to push a long strand of hair back. “That kind of thoughtless disregard isn’t something to admire.”

“It was for me. You know how I am. I envied you for that. But when you made fun of me, I felt like a mouse, timid and afraid to do anything.”

“I made fun of you a lot, didn’t I.” He said it as a statement, a heavy feeling settling in his gut.

“Yes.”

“I’m sorry, Kaelin.”

“I know why you did it,” she said. “I guess I always sort of did.”

“You hit the nail on the head last night when you told me I was covering up my own insecurities by mocking other people. That was exactly what I did. But…” He glanced at Nick, took in his attentive expression. “I don’t do that as much anymore. Right?”

Nick smiled slowly. “Not quite as much, yeah.”

“This trip home has been tough,” Tyler added.

“You know, you could have a better relationship with your parents,” Kaelin said, rubbing over his pecs. God that felt good. “If you tried. Maybe if you talked to them.”

He shook his head. There was more to that than she knew, more than he had any intention of telling her. “Not gonna happen. They don’t want that either.”

“I think they do,” she said slowly. “Your mom talks about you all the time, Tyler. She bragged about you to me, about your degree, the great job you got in Chicago, now you opening your own business.”

“Because I’ve finally done something they can brag about,” he said bitterly. “They still don’t feel any differently about me.”

“I don’t think that’s true.”

“You heard my mom last night,” Tyler said. “She immediately jumped to the conclusion that I’d done something to piss you off, when you slapped me. And guess what? She was right.”

Kaelin pressed her lips together and said nothing. What could she say? It was true.

“I only came back for Avery,” he said. “Because she’s getting married and she wanted me here. I just want to get this damn wedding over with and get the hell back to Chicago.”

She nodded but her eyelids lowered and he wished he hadn’t expressed that quite so forcefully. Although they all knew this was definitely a one-night thing. It wasn’t as if she didn’t know he was leaving on Sunday. She’d said that herself.