Page 41 of Broken Love

“Then why do you believe this is your guys' fault?” Gotta love a logical woman.

Getting up, I drop to my knees next to the tub as I hear Tuck enter the bedroom. Gripping her hand, I inhale deeply, the scent of watermelon and mint lingering from the bubbles as I kiss the inside of her wrist. “You’re right, of course.”

“Right about what?” Tucker asks, coming in with a fresh towel for Windsor.

“Everything!” she beams up at him.

“Wiseass,” I snort. “She was just pointing out that if our situations were reversed, we wouldn’t blame her for what’s happening, so we shouldn’t be blaming ourselves, either.”

“That,” Tuck mumbles as he leans against the counter, “I think it’s ingrained in us. There’s no logic to us wanting to keep you safe, and when that doesn’t happen, we automatically blame ourselves because we always want what’s best for you.”

Pulling the plug, Windsor gets to her feet. I help her out before wrapping the towel around her body, ignoring my dick’s desire to slide inside her tight cunt.

“Of course, I know that,” she says, using another towel to dry her hair. Pulling out the chair at the vanity, Windsor sits, and I take the brush from her before she can start combing her hair. “I simply want you guys to know I’ll never blame you.” Her eyes close as I brush through her thick locks, the water making it shine in the lights. “I love you.” Her voice is soft and filled with emotion.

After braiding her hair, I spin her around as Tuck joins me, and we drop down to one knee in front of her. “We love you too,” I reply, and her eyes lazily open in time to watch my brother pull out a box from his pocket.

“Oh my god.” Her shock quickly shifts to wonder as tears spill over her lashes and slide down her rosy cheeks.

“Marry us,” we say in unison. No lead-in because we know Windsor knows precisely how we feel about her.

“It’s so soon.” Her eyes move between us as she protests without saying no.

“It’s not, though,” I counter.

“It feels like it’s been a lifetime,” Tucker continues.

“From the minute we met, I knew you were meant for us.” Glancing at Tuck, he agrees. “Despite this asshole fighting it at first, he knew as well.” Her eyes widen at that revelation. “Everything has moved at lightning speed but feels as if it’s in slow motion, and we don’t want to waste any more time with you or us doubting that we’re in this forever.”

“A lifetime,” Tuck reiterates, slipping the simple princess-cut diamond set upon a gold band onto her finger. “There’s nothing that would make us happier than for you to have our name. For us to have your heart.” I think that’s the deepest I’ve ever heard my brother get.

“Forever?” Windsor looks down at the ring, tracing it with her finger.

“Until the end,” Tucker whispers.

“The end of time.”

“Yes,” she finally says, and I swear the world brightens from the single word alone.

Picking her up, I carry her to the bedroom. Slamming my lips over hers, I devour this woman whom we get to claim until our hearts cease beating. Stripping out of my clothes, I rip the towel from her body and don’t hesitate to spin and drop down onto the mattress, dragging her with me.

“Oh!” she gasps as I position her to straddle me. “I love how hot you always are. I never get cold.” She giggles adorably as I kiss along her jaw and down her neck.

“You’re going to ride my dick while Tucker watches; give him a real good show.” She pulls up, and her round eyes express surprise. We’ve never given her that much control before. Swatting her ass, her pupils expand, and I feel how soaked she becomes before agreeing.

“I can do anything?” she whispers to me, glancing over at where Tucker has moved a chair closer to the wall so he can sit and watch the way she rides me from the front.

“Whatever you want.” From the gleam in her eye, I worry I might regret my easy acquiescence.

Spinning around, she presents her ass to me and lowers her mouth to my cock. “Fuck!” I shout when she sucks me to the back of her throat. My neck strains as I struggle to focus on the pleasure she’s giving me. Sucking and licking her way up and down my shaft, letting out little moans as she moves so it vibrates along my sensitive flesh.

Gripping her hips, I try to drag her back to me, only to have the tip of my dick nipped and a glare thrown over her shoulder. “No. You look and enjoy. No playing.”

Fuck this woman. She’s trying to kill me.

She might even succeed because, in the next second, my cock is in her throat as she bobs her head slowly, letting me feel everything she’s doing until my hips start thrusting into her mouth.

“Fuck…Winds, sweetheart, I’m coming in the next five seconds if you don’t stop.” Grunting with every up and down motion, she stops just as I nearly come down her throat.

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