Page 13 of Broken Love

She chews thoughtfully before smiling. “Yeah, I think I would. I grew up as an only child. My dad wasn’t around much. My mom is amazing, but she worked so much to support us. My grandparents passed a few years ago. So, yeah, I think a sister would be a blessing.”

Relief nearly sags my shoulders, but I’m not ready to tell her that it’s her I’ve been speaking about. “Thank you for that. I’ve been so nervous because I’d hate myself if I disrupted either of their lives.”

“Personally, I don’t think that would be an issue. I’d welcome a sister with open arms.” Her smile is genuine, but before I can respond, a page goes off, and she and the women she was with rush off with a quick wave goodbye.

I feel lighter and better for having spoken to her. I just hope she meant what she said because after speaking with her for a few minutes and discovering how caring she is, I can’t imagine not getting to know her now.

Finishing my dinner, I throw my trash away before deciding to wander around the hospital a little bit. Everything I see makes me think of my mom, and sadness crowds in until I’m forced to leave.

Stepping out into the fresh spring air, I can’t wait for summer and picnics in the park—something Mom and I used to love doing before she was too sick for it.

Not realizing how late it’s gotten while I was inside, I watch as the sun begins its descent in the sky, tossing about rays of pink and purple that make my heart happy. I’ve always loved a beautiful sunset.

CHAPTER 6

Tucker

The clanking of weights clashing against metal drowns out the anger rolling through me as Windsor’s rejection repeatedly plays in my head. Rejection is probably too strong a word since we don’t have a relationship, but it still stung.

“Who the fuck are these friends of hers? Have they been vetted?” Tanner snaps as he leans over me. His agitation is more shocking than mine. I’m always pissed off; him, not so much.

“Not our job, man,” I huff as I place the bar back on the bench and sit up.

“The fuck it isn’t. She’s our woman, whether she knows it or not!” With that comment, he walks away from me to the locker room.

Ten minutes later, he returns, freshly showered in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. Leaving without a word, it vaguely worries me what he’s about to do. Shaking off the thoughts of my brother and Windsor, I get on the treadmill and begin running to work off this pulsing need in my veins.

My time spent in the military has allowed me to maintain my infamous control despite the constant need to vent my frustrations. It’s not often that I do or say something I regret because I’m always precise in my actions and words. However, Windsor has thrown me for a loop, and it’s apparent she’s done the same to my twin.

After an hour of running, I finally hit the showers, allowing the steaming hot water to relax my muscles as I lean my hands against the tiled wall in front of me.

Closing my eyes, Windsor immediately pops to mind, and I get lost in the memory of her willowy body underneath mine, and I can’t help groaning as one hand reaches down for my cock and begins slowly stroking.

Her body is so fucking soft, so sweet as she rubs against me. Eyes closed, mouth slightly agape as she moans a beautiful sound that makes my dick twitch while sucking on a perky nipple. Her hands rest on my chest, clenching those delicate fingers. With the tiny tips of her nails digging into my bare flesh, I feel feral. Like I’m a king, and she’s my slave.

The bed dips as Tanner joins us, his mouth taking hers and swallowing down her pleasurable sounds. Kissing my way along her body, I pull her white thong off with a single tug, stuffing the ripped material into my pocket.

Spreading her legs apart, I’m mildly surprised that she’s trimmed down here. A small tuft of hair sits above her pulsing clit, and I want nothing more than to suck that tender bundle of nerves into my mouth and make her scream. I want her squirming first, begging us for the pleasure we’ll both bring her.

Pushing her thighs as far as they’ll stretch, I glance up to see Tan has her distracted, and I blow a brush of cool air across her dewy lips, enjoying the way she leaks a little more honey for us. Nuzzling my face all around her arousal, I inhale like I’m trying to imprint her into my mind…my body. I need more of Windsor, and nothing short of my cock in her tight little hole will do.

Using my thumbs, I part her swollen lips and lick right up her center, groaning at her wild flavor—raspberries and summer, sweet with a hint of sour. Utter perfection. I want more.

Diving in, I push my tongue inside her body and lick her like my favorite ice cream. I could survive on her arousal for the rest of my life and never want for anything else again.

“Tucker!” she cries out as an orgasm races through her body. Shit, she’s fucking sensitive.

“Fuck!” I hiss as the memory reminds my body of the way she sucked me dry in minutes. Squeezing my dick until it hurts, I watch my wasted seed wash down the watery drain, and I feel nothing but regret that we didn’t make our intentions known before we left to help our father that morning.

Washing up quickly, I get dressed and decide to make a stop at a bar. I don’t want to go home and worry about how my brother is feeling when I can’t get ahold of myself, either. Drowning my sorrows alone is for the best right now.

A decision I’ll come to regret.

Tanner

“You look like shit,” I hiss at Tucker as he stumbles into our shared penthouse. “You smell like a fucking brothel.” I’ll fucking kill him if he went and fucked some random woman. Not because he did it without me but because that means Windsor doesn’t mean as much to him as she does to me.

“Fuck off.” His glare is less heated as he wobbles his way to his room.

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