“I gave Chuck a kissing tutorial in the girls' dorm and promised we'd amp up the lessons later,” he explains, pulling me toward him. Our bodies line up together as Tobias drops his hands to my hips. As I look up at him, all those feelings come rushing back. “We should practice, you know, since we're on vacation and all.”
“I …” I start, but I'm not sure if I can kiss Tobias when Spencer's standing right there. Luckily, I don't have to make the choice as Church reappears with our room keys.
There's a flash of hurt on Tobias' face as I pull away, but I don't know what to do. As much as I like reading reverse harem books, or watching Japanese anime, I'm not sure how to do this in real life.
“Hey,” Micah says, grabbing my arm and pulling me back a bit, so we can walk and talk at the same time. The paths here are surrounded by well-manicured foliage, lush and tropical, creating all these little private nooks around the courtyard. “You're all caught up in your head. You don't like it here?”
“I love it, I just …” A brief tightness takes over my chest as I glance at Micah, just as handsome as his brother but with a different edge. Tobias' has this strong but gentle energy while Micah's all hard angles and smirks. They're both beautiful, and oh so different. “Do you ever feel like things are going too well? Like you're getting more than you feel you deserve?”
“This is about us, and Spencer?” he asks, and I nod. Micah gives me a tight smile, and then laces his hands together behind his head as we walk into the downstairs seating area of the hotel. The way this place is set up, there's one main lobby in the first building, and then three separate hotels that surround a central swimming pool—complete with water slide and hot tubs.
“I don't want to lose Spencer,” I admit, and Micah nods, his smile turning into a small smirk.
“We wouldn't like you if you weren't concerned,” he says, but then he pulls me close and pushes me against a column, pinning me in with a hand on either side of my face. He's so tall that he has to lean forward to be on the same level as me. “But seriously, just trust us, Charlotte. You don't think you deserve all this. You know what though? You fucking do.”
“You're ruthless,” I murmur, and he grins.
“I can be. I will be, when I find out who's stalking you. Trust me. Now fucking kiss me before you hurt my feelings.”
“Just kiss him, so he'll shut the hell up,” Spencer says, but my eyes go straight to Tobias. He notices me looking and then steps forward, pushing one of his brother's hands aside and putting his in its place, one twin on either side of me.
“We never got a hello kiss,” they say in unison, leaning down with a pair of matching grins. “Let's correct that.”
My heart is pounding, and there are a hell of a lot of families with little kids in here, gaping at the diorama of Big Thunder Mountain Railroad that I can see behind the McCarthy twins.
The tension between us is absurd, hot and lewd, definitely lascivious, definitely not appropriate for the moment. And yet when Tobias leans in and breathes near my ear, a small sigh of longing escapes my lips.
“Give it a try, Chuck,” he whispers, turning his head and capturing my mouth in this long, drawn-out sort of kiss. It feels so overdue, so forbidden yet so welcome. I lean in, and he kisses me deeper, harder, pushing my lips apart with his tongue.
We're so going to get kicked out of the park, I think, but then Micah is kissing the edge of my mouth and turning my chin toward him. Before I even realize it, I'm kissing him instead of Tobias. The change is immediate, stark in the reality of its differences. Where Tobias kisses with a warm, hungry passion, his brother's kiss is as sharp as a knife.
I pull back, putting my head against the column, panting like crazy.
“Save the rest for the room,” Ranger growls, taking my arm and pulling me out from between the two of them. My head is spinning, and I feel a little dizzy. Not just from the kisses (although that's a huge part of it) but from everything. The boys showing up at my school, the surprise, and the speeches. I didn't expect any of this.
My chest gets tight as we head up in the elevator and down the hall to a set of double doors.
“This looks fancy as hell,” I whisper, my fingers reaching out to touch the plaque beside the door that says Fairy Tale Suite.
“Oh, it is,” Ranger promises, unlocking the door with the key card and pushing his back against it to hold it open.
