Page 43 of Broken Love

“Fuck, fuck, Windsor, sweetheart, so fucking good.” I can barely keep a thought straight as I fuck her as hard as humanly possible until my body decides we want one more from her. “One more, Windsor, just give me one more,” I beg her.

“I can’t. It hurts.” Her cry inflates my chest and ego.

“Come on, baby,” Tanner coaxes, moving down to her and kissing every inch of her face he can. “Give us one more, and then you can rest.”

Like fuck she can. I want to keep fucking until our bodies tell us no more, but I don’t say that out loud. It’s clear that the same thoughts run through my twin's head, and I know he’s only getting her to give us what we want.

I thrust once, twice, and on the third, she comes with me. Lightheaded and filled with a sense of pride, I try to savor the way she’s breaking apart from me, but all I can think about is the fact my body has never felt so fucking good.

By the time we come down, we’re both panting, just like she wanted. Dropping to the side, I untangle our bodies but don’t let her go. Peppering kisses all over her face, I praise her. “So fucking good. You know that, sweetheart? You know how fucking good you feel wrapped around me?” She sighs happily, smiling for us, and nods as her eyes close, and she falls asleep without saying a word.

“We need to get shit resolved and fast. I don’t want another fucking day where she wakes up worried that she can’t go anywhere because someone might try to kill her,” I mutter and see Tanner nod his agreement as he traces her pointed nipple with a finger before leaning over and sucking on the bud.

“Can’t fucking wait to knock her up and watch her feed our children with these beauties,” he comments, and as excited as I am over the prospect, it makes me think of the child we already lost.

“I just hope she wants that too.” Our eyes meet over her head, and I recognize mirrored sorrow.

“In time, I hope, but if not, I can live with just the three of us. Can you?”

“As long as we have her, everything else is a bonus.”

CHAPTER 18

Windsor

Tan: Dinner tonight. 7 PM @ Clancy’s on 6th. We’re sending a car for you.

Glancing behind me, I stare at the open double doors leading into their office and question their sanity. I’m ten feet away, and they act like I’m across the city.

Me: I’ll be ready.

It makes me believe they’re up to something, which would be weird since they’ve already proposed. I’m also living with them, and our sex life is drool-worthy.

Me: Something’s up with these 2.

Lux: Like what?

Me: No clue but I’m 10 feet away and they’re texting me date details…

Lux: They’re billionaires. They’re eccentric?

Me: They don’t normally act like that.

Tuck: Stop being suspicious.

Staring at the screen, I shouldn’t be surprised the man knows what I’m feeling. Both of them always seem to. There are no secrets between us, and I must say I love that.

Me: Can’t help it…

I move back to my conversation with Lux.

Me: Is Clancy’s on 6th fancy?

Lex: Are you kidding me! It’s like mega-rich, ultra-exclusive, you need a reservation five years in advance fancy. What are you going to wear?

Of course, she would think about my outfit. I should be, too.

Me: Cardigan?

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