Stephanie
It’s late, near midnight, when I hear a knock on the front door. Knowing they’d come back, I stayed dressed rather than getting ready for bed. I’ve been a bundle of nerves since I stupidly kissed Anthony. And I hate myself for loving it so much. In that moment, I got lost. I forgot who I am—a woman twice his age. I let him finger me, for crying out loud.
With a groan, I hurry to the front door. I’ll have to talk to Anthony and set the record straight. We can’t do what we did ever again. That makes me a sick woman. He’s eighteen but barely. Ugh.
I fling the door open and let out a ragged breath. Seeing them both, side by side, two mountainous boys is a little daunting. Heat skates across my flesh, burning me in the process. My heart thunders inside my chest. Anthony regards me with hunger and expectation. Aiden stares at me as if he’s in shock.
“How’s your wrist?” I question, my tone soothing, much like I’d talk to Lacy when she was smaller and hurt.
“Fine,” he grunts but holds out his arm that now bears a cast at the wrist so I can inspect it.
I gently take hold of it and brush my fingers along his. I’m not sure why I did that, but it sends a thrill of excitement spiking through me.
“Can we sit for a bit? Dad already knows we’re staying out late ‘with friends.’” Anthony’s eyes are on mine, curious, as I still hold his brother’s hand.
I blink away my daze and release him. “Of course,” I squeak out. “Honey, do you want something to drink?” I ask Aiden.
Aiden’s cheeks turn pink and it’s the cutest thing. He may look just like his brother, but already I can tell differences. Where Anthony is scowling most of the time, Aiden’s features are more readable.
“Yes, ma’am,” he says politely.
I laugh and swat the air at him. “Oh, stop. You’re making me feel old. Call me Steph.”
Aiden grins at me and his smile is just as breathtaking as his brother’s. I give him a quick smile before hurrying to the kitchen. I’m rummaging around in the fridge when I sense Anthony’s intense presence behind me.
“Your ass looks downright edible in those shorts,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.
I snatch a couple of water bottles and close the fridge with my hip. When I turn, Anthony is leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. His shorts have long since dried, but he’s every bit as hot as he was when he had his cock pressed against me in the pool.
“You’re blushing,” he says, a crooked grin on his face.
“I’m not,” I huff and toss a bottle at him.
I stalk past him but not before he gets a good, painful slap to my ass. I’d be lying if I didn’t want him to do it again. Oh my God, I’ve been watching Fifty Shades of Grey way too much.
“Asshole,” I snap and hurry into the living room. Aiden sits on one end of the sofa. I plop down next to him and hand him the water.
“Thanks.” His eyes are bright as his gaze falls to my lips. It makes me self-conscious and I lick them. When his stare meets mine, his eyes flicker with darkness like his brother’s. Dear God, these guys are too beautiful for words.
“So, uh, I’m sorry for what happened to you,” I say softly and pat his knee.
He lets out a pained groan, which worries me he’s hurting from getting beat up by Damien. When I get to the office tomorrow, he’s going to get a piece of my mind.
Anthony sits on the other side of me and reaches his arm behind me on the couch. Awareness trickles through me. I’m sandwiched between two of the most good-looking guys I’ve ever seen. Heat floods through me again and I’m ashamed of how they affect me. Why can’t I be the responsible adult here?
“It’s been a long day,” Anthony says. “Let’s watch a movie.” He leans forward and grabs the remote from the table.
I want to move to the loveseat, but I’m stunned still.
“Okay,” I barely manage to get out.
“Do you have any Tylenol or something? My head is killing me,” Aiden murmurs.
Thankful for the chance to get up, I pop up from the seat and run off to the bathroom. When I return, Anthony is stretched out like watching movies is an everyday thing, with his feet propped up on the table. Aiden is staring at the ceiling, rubbing his temple with his uninjured hand. Seeing him hurting sparks some need inside me to help him.
“Here, honey,” I coo as I hold out the medicine. “Take these.”
He flashes me a grateful smile before swallowing them down. A storm suddenly brews in his eyes.
“What’s wrong?” I demand, panic rising in my voice.
His jaw clenches. “Nothing.”
Without thinking, I reach out and push away the hair from his eyes. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.
“Tell me,” I whisper.
I glance over at Anthony and he’s smiling at me—the warmth in his gaze makes my heart thunder.
“I…my mom used to do that when I was little and would get headaches.” His smile is sheepish and his cheeks turn pink again. He’s positively the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.
I sit on my knees beside him and reach up again. His eyes close when I run my fingers back through his unruly hair.
“Do the headaches get better with massage?” My voice is breathy and barely audible.
“Yeah,” he grunts.
Anthony’s gaze heats my back, but I ignore it for now as I attempt to comfort his brother. His lips twitch and then part when I begin massaging him more expertly. A small groan that sends a surge of need spiraling right to my core escapes him.
Since his eyes are closed, I take the time to inspect him closely. He and Anthony appear exactly the same. Anthony’s lips are slightly fuller and Aiden’s eyelashes are thicker. Anthony has a faint scar above his eyebrow, but other than that they’re identical.
“This feels good,” Aiden murmurs.
“You should lie down,” Anthony tells him. “She can massage your head from her lap. The movie is starting.”
I flash Anthony a questioning look. “I don’t think we should…”
He lifts a brow. “Should what? Let you comfort my brother who got his ass kicked today?”
Guilt surges through me. “Come here, honey,” I tell Aiden.
He shuffles until his legs hang off the arm and his head rests on my lap. I’m still facing him, so I spread my legs and stretch them out on the couch so he can settle between them. The back of his head rests against my pubic bone and immediately sends heat exploding through me.
“Relax,” Anthony says as his arm snakes around my chest. He pulls me back against him. With both of them touching me, I begin to lose my grasp on reality. My body burns to unsafe degrees and every nerve ending stands at attention. I run my fingers through Aiden’s hair again and scratch at his scalp.
“This is a good movie,” Anthony murmurs as his thumb skates across my nipple over my shirt.
I choke out a sound of surprise. This causes Aiden to tilt his head up to look at me. He rubs up against my clit, which makes me whimper.
“Don’t stop,” Aiden pleads.
I shake my head. “I won’t.”
Anthony’s lips find my neck and a ragged breath tears from me. When he slips his palm under my shirt, I let out more embarrassing sounds. I’m so dizzied by the way he’s touching me and kissing me that I’m taken completely by surprise when Aiden palms my bare thigh. His breath is hot as his lips hover over my flesh.
Oh, God.
What’s happening right now?
His tongue darts out and pleasure surges through me. My panties are probably drenched and they’ve barely touched me. Filthy fantasies flit through my mind and I quickly push those dirty thoughts away. When Aiden runs his teeth along my skin, I cry out. Anthony chuckles against my throat and pinches my nipple.
“Good girl,” Anthony murmurs. “Good, good girl.”
But I’m not good.
I’m so bad.
Aiden sucks on my tender flesh, causing me to tremble. Then, he runs his tongue up along my skin. His palm slides up my thigh and disappears under my shorts, cupping my ass.
“Uhhh,” I choke out. “This is…we should stop…”
“We don’t want to stop,” they both say at once.
Double the growls.
Double the intensity.
Double the pleasure.
“You taste good,” Aiden praises as his mouth teases my flesh. “Can I taste more?”
Anthony squeezes my tit and nips at my earlobe. “He’s had a bad day. Let him taste your sweetness, sweetness.”
The playfulness in his words turns me on. When Anthony, who is always so serious, is teasing, I can’t help but melt.
Aiden sits up and faces me. His eyes are half-lidded with lust and his hair is disheveled from my playing with it. He’s gorgeous.
“Unbutton them,” Aiden orders, his voice husky.
I bite down on my lip and fumble at my shorts. Once I’ve got them unfastened, he takes over, pulling them down my legs to my knees. My mind struggles to find reasons to stop, but right now, I can’t find one.
“I thought you were gay,” Anthony says to his brother. There is no malice. A simple question.
“I guess you were right. I’m not because I really want to lick her pussy,” Aiden breathes.
His fingers skim up my thighs and he latches onto my panties. I moan when he pulls them off. I get a glimpse of how wet they are and I’m embarrassed.
Aiden runs his fingers down my slit and through my arousal, surprising me when he pushes his finger deep into my core. I let out a choked cry. I’m so turned on that when he draws his finger back out, it’s practically dripping with my need. He brings his finger to his lips. With a hungry, animalistic sound, he sucks off my taste. Feral and desperate. It makes me crazy with desire.
“She tastes good,” he says to Anthony.
“I bet she does,” Anthony murmurs.
I’ve turned to look at Anthony, who is breathing heavily against my hair. He attacks my lips with his and I immediately lose myself in him. I’m so distracted by his kiss that I nearly shriek when a hot mouth latches onto my sex. Aiden’s tongue is soft and unsure as he tastes me. It’s slow and teasing. Torturous as hell. I moan into Anthony’s mouth. I’m so dizzied by what he’s doing that Anthony has my shirt halfway off before I realize what’s happening.
And I don’t fight him.
I raise my arms as he pulls it from me. As soon as the shirt is tossed away, he makes quick work of removing my bra.
I’m naked.
With Anthony and Aiden Blakely.
Twin brothers.
So, so young.
Oh, shit.
I’m about to protest, but then Aiden’s tongue has explored its way inside me. His fingers massage at my clit. The sensations surging through me at every direction are overwhelming. Anthony steals my mouth again and uses both hands to rub and tease my nipples.
I come suddenly. Hard and unexpected. Sure, I use my vibrator a lot, but I haven’t come like this in over a decade. The kind of all-consuming, mind-shattering, obliterating orgasm. Anthony smiles against my mouth and I smile too. Aiden eases his tongue out and kisses his way up my stomach. Anthony moves his hands and allows Aiden to take over teasing my breasts with his hands and mouth. His kisses are gentle and sweet. Anthony, however, has latched onto my neck and sucks hard. He nibbles at my flesh and tugs at it until I’m whimpering.
“You’re so pretty,” Aiden whispers against me as he kisses his way up to my mouth.
“She is,” Anthony agrees, his voice a raspy duplicate of his brother’s. “Fucking beautiful.”
Aiden’s lips press to mine and I sigh against him. He may look just like his brother, but his mouth is different. More curious and less demanding. I let him explore me with his mouth. His kisses grow deeper and his casted hand cups my jaw. With slow thrusts, he grinds against my sensitive pussy, drawing whimpers from me.
I run my fingers through his hair and he groans against my mouth. It’s cute how he likes his hair touched. Anthony’s erection is hard pressed against my back and Aiden’s is just as hard pressed against my front. Too many dirty fantasies flit through my head.
I want them both.
At once.
The thought is filthy, but I allow it to take root in my mind.
A buzzing from the coffee table kills the moment and Aiden jerks away. His mouth is red from kissing and his hair is messy. While he takes the call, Anthony takes over. He grips my hips and maneuvers me into his lap. I straddle his waist and allow him to pull me to him. Our lips lock and I decide I love the taste of him. He kisses like he’s been doing it all his life. I, on the other hand, feel like I’m learning for the first time. It’s been so long.
He spears his fingers through my hair and pulls on it until we’re separated. His steely gray eyes burn with lust. Between us, his erection doesn’t soften for a second. I’m not sure where this is going, but I know I don’t want it to stop.
“Dude,” Aiden grunts. “We have to go. Dad is losing his shit. I told him about what Damien did.”
Anthony grumbles, his palms roaming over my ass, clearly not in any kind of hurry. “Right now?”
“Unless you want him showing up over here?” he pipes up.
I wince at the thought of Quinn seeing me in a naked twin sandwich. Nope. Time to go. “We can, um, talk about this later,” I murmur, my voice breathy.
Anthony’s gaze darkens, but he nods. “What’s your number?”
I rattle off my digits and I can hear Aiden plugging it into his phone. Anthony plants a chaste kiss on my lips before moving me to the middle cushion. He snags the blanket off the back and covers me up—a gesture that’s sweet and I find myself smiling over.
“See you around, Steph,” Aiden says with a goofy, embarrassed grin.
Anthony winks at me. Seductive. Promising. Dirty as hell.
And then they’re gone.
What have I done?
And worse yet…
Why don’t I want to stop?