Kyle

I'm reviewing the security profiles Paula sent me earlier, since we need someone from Hades’ Men to cover Damien’s paternity leave—one of the guards at our house. His wife is still a few weeks away from giving birth, but I want his replacement already trained and ready in case something unexpected happens.
When my phone vibrates with a new notification, I unlock it and see the new meme Raffi sent in the house group chat. The group was renamed three days ago to: “The baby brother made B come 4x.” I always knew Seth would get his revenge for all the teasing we did. But his comment triggered a competition, and the one who benefited the most from it was our girlfriend, which explains why Brooke didn’t complain about the new name. Yesterday, it was my turn to change it: “S&K made B come 4x,” and I only stopped because the blonde begged me—since I was determined to break Seth’s record. Raffi kept trying to rename the group, but each time one of us would go back and change it to the previous one.
I turn my attention back to Henry Mitchell’s file. He looks promising—finished his training last month and is waiting for his next mission. He’s new to the company, but he served ten years in the army. I decide to send an email to Sergeant Jefferson, my former superior, asking him to verify Mitchell’s credentials. Not in a million years would I allow a stranger access to this house and to Brooke without checking every detail multiple times. Maybe I should ask Adonis too, but the Londoner is already busy tracking the blonde’s stalker—and he’s got a million other jobs as well.
Honestly, I don’t understand how he manages so many things: the tech company, Nox, his underground work, and still finds time to fall in love. Just handling the admin side of Hades’ Men Corp and the Underworld is enough to drive me insane—and I even have a personal assistant and an extra team to manage the club. I need a vacation.
A soft knock on the door interrupts my thoughts.
"Come in."
Brooke opens the door and leans against the frame, her hair cascading over her shoulders.
"Just letting you know we’re back."
"How was it?" I ask, and her lips curl into a smile. She looks so much healthier—my brothers were right. She needed to get out of the house, to prove to herself that she could. The fact that she always goes out with Ethan helps calm my anxiety.
"The vet said Persephone is growing and regaining weight very well. She got two more vaccines and slept the whole way back. I put her in her bed in the living room before coming here." She glances from me to the laptop, noticing my fingers hovering over the keyboard. "Just wanted to let you know we were back. I’ll leave you to work."
"Come here, Sunshine," I call, pushing my chair back from the desk.
She walks in with her Kindle in one hand and her light blue dress fluttering softly around her. That device was the best gift we could have given her—she doesn’t go anywhere without it.
"I don’t want to bother you," she says.
"You never bother me. Your presence only helps," I say, pulling her into my lap. She sits sideways, her body fitting under one of my arms, her legs stretching to the other side.
My arms wrap around her waist, and I claim her lips. Before the kiss can deepen, she pulls away.
"I thought you had work to do."
"I do. I just wanted to kiss my girlfriend."
Brooke smiles, and my heart skips a beat at the emotion that takes over her face—therapy has really helped her. Slowly, she’s regaining the lightness and joy that were so present in her life before everything.
She presses our lips together, her tongue tangling with mine. My hand slides down to squeeze her exposed thigh, and she bites my bottom lip.
"I should probably go," she says, but my fingers grip the soft flesh of her leg, stopping her.
"Stay," I ask. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. "I missed you," I admit.
"We had lunch together, Ky," she replies with a smile. God, how I love that smile.
"I don’t think you understand how addicted I am to you, Sunshine." I run my hand down her arm in a soft caress that makes her skin shiver. "I think about you all the time. I want you every moment of every day. You give meaning to my life."
The blonde shifts in my lap, turning to face me. Her eyes lock with mine. I feel like I’m diving into that green depth—her gaze so intense it’s like she can see my soul, flaws and all.
"You were my first love, Kyle. When I was just a girl, it was with you that I learned the meaning of that feeling in its purest form. I used to write my name in my notebook as Mrs. Brooke Thorne." She lets out a laugh and blushes, and I smile in return. I never suspected her teenage crush on me was that deep. "The day you left for the Marines, a part of my heart went with you, and as if to make up for taking a piece of me, you gave me yours—and brought two others along. And now, as an adult, you’ve all shown me what real love is. A love that doesn’t restrict, doesn’t control—one that respects and encourages. A love that stands for partnership, not possession. Appreciation, not ownership." She holds my face in her hands, her eyes shining as she adds, "I’m the luckiest person in the entire universe. Most people spend their whole lives searching for their soulmate, and I found three."
Her declaration leaves me speechless. My heart is pounding so hard I think I might have a heart attack. I take her hand and place it over my chest. Her eyes widen.
"That’s the effect you have on me, Sunshine."
Brooke closes her hand into a fist, gripping my shirt and pulling me toward her. Her mouth claims mine, her tongue demanding entry, space, urgency. Her other hand grips the back of my neck, tugging on my short hair and pressing me closer.
My girl starts grinding in my lap, her ass rubbing against my hardening cock. One of my hands slides along the inside of her thigh up to the apex of her legs. Brooke gasps when I touch her over her panties, teasing her clit in slow circles.
I push the fabric aside and slide two fingers between the folds of her pussy—her wetness coats my fingers.
"Always so wet for me," I murmur against her mouth, sucking her bottom lip and sliding my index finger inside her. Brooke arches her back, pushing her breasts against my chest.
"More..." she moans, hiding her face in the crook of my neck and rocking in my lap.
I add another finger, my thumb massaging her clit while I move in and out. Her muffled moans against my skin make me even harder.
"I want you, Kyle, inside me," she says, kissing me desperately. "Now."
I pull out my fingers, and she stands, placing her hands on the desk and sticking her ass at the height of my face. Unable to resist, I lean in, biting the soft flesh and getting rewarded with another delicious moan.
I unzip my pants with one hand and open the second drawer of the desk with the other, grabbing a condom. Brooke always teases us for having condoms stashed all over the house, but it’s so we’re never caught off guard.
She turns her head to watch me as I roll the condom over my dick—her lustful gaze only heightening mine.
"I want to see you riding my cock, Sunshine," I say, gripping her hips. The blonde lowers herself slowly, her hand guiding me into her entrance. I roll my eyes back when I feel her hot pussy wrap around me, and she moans loudly as I fill her.
My hands grab her breasts as Brooke begins to ride me deliciously. Using the desk for support, she starts lifting and lowering herself, moving her hips in waves and creating a wave of incredible sensations.
"You look so fucking good riding my cock," I say.
She picks up the pace, and my hands grip her hips to help with the movement, squeezing tighter when she leans forward slightly, changing the angle of penetration. She’s so wet that the sound of our bodies colliding grows louder.
"Kyle?" The voice calling me is much deeper than my girlfriend’s, and the door swings open a second later.
Seth’s attention goes first to Brooke, who doesn’t stop riding me—but I feel her pussy clench tighter under the youngest’s gaze.
"As you can see, I’m busy. So either join us or come back later, baby brother!"
I thrust up to meet Brooke halfway, short and hard strokes.
Seth walks in, gripping the blonde’s chin and tilting it to kiss her with hunger. Brooke whimpers into his mouth as I start fucking her deeper, taking advantage of her distraction.
Seth steps back and circles the desk. He pulls out his already hard cock from his pants, stroking himself while watching me fuck Brooke.
"Thorne, turn her this way," he asks, and I wrap an arm around Brooke’s chest, holding her body before turning us around.
The blonde grabs Seth’s erection and brings it to her mouth. The sound of Brooke gagging…