3:AM Kisses by Addison Moore Read Free Book Online

cum quiet. Come one, come all! What a moron my brother is turning out to be.
    I head over to the wall of shame and start counting tally marks, the one’s on Bryson’s wall first. I’m halfway through the first row when a soft click emits from the hall, and a pretty blonde with a skintight tank top ambles out of the back bedroom. Her rear is hanging out, and I force my eyes to pop back up to hers in the event I’m tempted to see if the carpet matches the drapes.
    “Hi,” I say it stunned, suddenly regretting ever coming because I know for a fact the last time I checked that wasn’t Cole’s bedroom. It’s Bryson’s. Just the thought has my heart turning to stone and crashing to my feet.
    She combs her bangs with her fingers and heads to the bathroom as if I wasn’t even visible. God —she probably thinks I’m standing in line.
    The door opens again, and this time it’s a very disheveled looking Bryson Edwards, and, for sure, now I wish I was invisible.
    Oh God. Take me now.
    His head dips back a notch, and he looks around as if to confirm the fact he’s not hallucinating. “You just hanging out?”
    “Um…yeah.” I bite over my bottom lip because suddenly I feel ridiculous counting tally marks while he’s busy making them. I don’t know why in the hell it would bother me to see a pretty blonde slink out of his bedroom. I don’t know why in the hell I couldn’t stop thinking about him for the last two weeks—except maybe those washboard abs have something to do with it, or those pale eyes, or that blessed-by-God face...
    I run my tongue over my lips while staring down at his chest like I’m about to eat an entire stack of pancakes off it, and a part of me wishes I were. His boxers are pulled so low I can see the perfect V leading to his—
    “My roommate was at it again.” I shake my head, trying to snap out of the trance his boy parts have unwittingly pulled me into. “I can’t shut her off—personally I think she’s some high tech sex toy.” My insides tingle just looking at him, and now I wish I had a high tech sex toy to take the edge off. The Bryson 2000 model to be exact. And if that bulge in his boxers is telling the truth, it’s the extra-large version, for sure.
    The blonde skank saunters back into the hall before I can finish my thought. God. I wish the carpet would open up and swallow me whole. Or maybe they have one of those Venus flytraps lying around, so I can go and curl up between its meat-eating leaves. I’ve never once not wanted to be somewhere this bad, save for my father’s funeral.
    “Look, I can go—I should go.” I turn to grab my things, but his arm lands heavy and full around my waist preventing me from taking a single step. Everything in me sighs at his warm, strong touch. My lids flutter as a strong surge pulsates deep inside me, and I swear I’ve just had one of those G-spot mythological orgasms that half the women on the planet think are fiction spun by men to make women feel sexually inadequate.
    “Stay,” he presses his searing abs against my back, and his voice vibrates down my neck, heated and sultry. “I want you to.” He smells like sex, and his skin is moist with perspiration, and I should be twelve kinds of disgusted right now, but I’m not. A quiver ripples through my stomach, and it takes a moment for me to catch my breath. Bryson Edwards is holding me in a quasi-embrace, and I never want him to let go.
    “I’d better make tracks.” The blonde leans in and kisses him on the cheek, awkwardly sandwiching me between them. God, she’s probably used to sandwiching other girls between them. Maybe that’s how Bryson and my brother have managed to amass so many tally marks in the first place— threesomes . I shudder at the thought. Although, right about now, I wouldn’t take the idea off the table if it entailed Bryson and his strong hands dispelling a thousand myths that surround the female anatomy.
    “I’ve got roll call in ten minutes.” She