Free Jacks: BBW Billionaire Menage Romance (Billionaire Brothers, II Book 1) by Meg Watson

from me today.
    The announcer cleared his throat.
    “The final question is worth three points. Category: rare medical conditions. Question: what renal disease is characterized by a purple -"
    My hand shot out so fast it was like a cobra strike, mashing the bell hard with my palm.
    Owen gave a low whistle. I spun in my chair to face him.
    “Do you know it?”
    “What? Don't you know it?” he said with a shocked expression.
    I whirled to face Lyle.
    “You know it. I know you do. Answer the question,” I hissed through clenched teeth.
    Lyle's mouth opened slightly and he looked at me, aghast.
    “Brienne, he didn't even finish asking the question…”
    "You. Know. It,” I said again in a growl.
    “Three seconds, team,” the announcer called out.
    Lyle splayed his fingers on the table top and rose slowly, working his jaw with his brow knitted beautifully together. I had absolutely no doubt in my mind.
    “The answer is,” he called out clearly with just a hint of waver in his voice, “porphyria."
    "Yes!" The announcer called. “Porphyria is the correct answer! And we have our winning team - the Misters Jack, in their inaugural win!”
    "Well, he didn't have to point that part out,” Owen grumbled as he stood, raising a hand to wave to the applauding crowd.
    I rose as well, breathing in the sound of the applause and the simultaneous sound of Whitney and Carl's defeat like it was a sweet summer breeze that filled my lungs with joy.
    Lyle leaned toward me as the cheering continued to fill the room.
    “That was a hell of a risk you took there,” he growled, but I could tell he was thrilled by the way his nostrils flared and the avid gleam in his eye.
    “I just wanted to make sure we got there first,” I said regally, even though my heart was pounding in my ears. I knew it could have all gone wrong, and the impact of what I had just risked was starting to sink in. I could have dismantled my entire night's effort right there. But I didn't.
    “Outstanding!" Owen crowed. “That was a really ballsy move!”
    You think that was ballsy?
    As the applause died away I hooked my hands inside each brother's strong arm, giving their biceps a firm, lingering squeeze. Then I slid my hands down their arms and dragged them behind me so that each brother could embrace my waist. I leaned my head back and gazed up at Owen with heavy-lidded eyes, allowing the thick buzz from the champagne to fully show on my face.
    Owen smiled at me cautiously as though he was waiting to make sure that I realized just how energetically I was throwing myself at him. But I definitely knew.
    And Lyle seemed to know too. I rolled my head toward him and lavished him with the same unabashedly flirty smile. He didn't wait at all, but leaned in swiftly to dip his head behind my ear and kissed me at the seam of my neck and shoulder, lighting off a series of sparks just under my skin.
    “Is that all right?” Owen murmured from my other side. Their politeness was a contradiction: how could these two be so brazen and so boyscout at the same time?
    “It’s more than all right,” I purred. I felt like a movie star. I could sense everyone’s eyes turning toward us as we basked in our victory.
    “You’re sure ?” Lyle asked. He pivoted slightly, dragging his hip across mine. I could feel the hard bulge in his trousers against my thigh. My mouth felt thick and dry.
    Go ahead, say yes. You earned this.
    Say it.
     

CHAPTER 10
    I flipped both taps on full blast in the lavish gold and white bathroom and dug frantically to my small handbag for my cell phone.
    “Pick up! Pick up! Pick up!”
    “No!” she said as soon as the call connected.
    I flinched. “What you mean, no ?”
    I heard Melita hiss through her teeth.
    “Well, I assume that you're calling me to ask me for a ride home because you are fixin' to chicken right the fuck out. Am I right?”
    “Sort of? Melita —”
    “Then, the answer is still no.”
    “Melita," I whispered right into the cell