Page 18 of Broken Love

CHAPTER 8

Tanner

Staring into the amber liquid swirling in the glass in my hand, I wonder, not for the first time, what the fuck I’m thinking. What I’m doing with myself. It’s nearing midnight, we’ve been home for hours, and all either of us wants is the woman who has overtaken our office in the last three weeks she’s been here.

The afternoon our father came in was eye-opening for us. It gave us a glimpse at a piece of Windsor she’s kept locked up around us. She gave Dean her soft side, but we still get pure professionalism.

I fucking hate it.

Since that day, Dad has come in at least once a week to take Windsor out to lunch. At times, it feels like he’s forgotten about us completely. I’m not complaining because, by the sounds of things, Windsor has lacked a father figure her whole life, and I’m happy to share ours with her. He’s a good man, and with Arden, he’s proven to be an excellent girl dad. That’s what our sister says, anyway, while simultaneously stating that it’s our fault he didn’t have more daughters because we were big and brutish.

She’s probably not wrong.

I’ve enjoyed watching how Windsor lights up at our father’s arrival. They care for each other, and I’m glad they both have that. Tucker and I just need to get our shit together and figure out how to get into Windsor’s good graces so we can stake our claim on her.

Thanks to Windsor’s efficiency in the office, tomorrow will be Kathleen’s last day with us so she can enjoy her retirement early. The woman has big plans to travel across Europe with her husband, and we couldn’t be happier for her.

Now, Windsor will be even busier, and I think she’s been plotting to transition out to our floor lobby and take over the other woman’s desk, as well. I’m not fond of that idea, but Tucker pointed out that distance might make the heart grow fonder, and I’m all for that.

“Can’t sleep either?” I turn to see Tuck entering our shared office, grabbing his own drink.

“No. I want Windsor here. With us. And I can’t see a way to convince her that we want forever and not some damn fling.” I growl the last word like the filthy thing it is.

I’ve never been a believer in soulmates or love at first sight, but it seems wrong to call what I feel for Windsor anything but those. I always figured if and when we settled down, it would be with a woman we cared for, were attracted to, and could tolerate. I know Tuck felt the same way. Even with how resistant he was in the first few days with Windsor, I wasn’t certain I would make him see she was it for us. Thankfully, the cranky asshole came around on his own. I didn’t want to have to kick his ass.

“It’s a long weekend,” he points out.

“And?” I down the rest of my drink, staring out at the skyline before me.

“Could take her on a romantic getaway.” I notice his shrug through the reflection in the glass as he chugs his drink.

“How do you plan on convincing her to go away with us? She’ll barely be alone in a room with us unless she’s forced to.” And it gets on my damn nerves.

“Trick her?” He frowns as soon as he says the words, obviously not liking the idea.

“She’s too smart to fall for that shit.” I’m pretty sure she’d never speak to us again, either.

Pouring himself another drink, Tuck stares out the windows, quiet for a long moment. “We ask her then. Put our cards on the table, let her know where we stand and what we want with her.” Nodding in agreement, we begin making a plan for the next day and booking a room at a newly built boutique hotel on Lake Placid.

Once we’ve got everything settled, Tucker finds his way back to bed while I remain where I am, lost in thought again of the woman we’re so infatuated with and our one night with her.

“Tanner,” Windsor gasps my name, slowly lifting her eyes to meet mine as she sinks down on me. “It hurts.” Tuck kisses along her shoulders from his position behind her, holding her hips and dragging her up and down my aching dick.

“You’re so good, gorgeous. Fit me like a glove,” I groan when she’s all the way down, and we’re tightly connected.

My hands strain as I reach up to cup her tits. Tuck already had his turn with her, but fuck, she’s nearly virgin-tight, and I’m not going to last. Curling my toes, I push my hips up, digging deeper inside her body.

Her head falls back on a moan, so Tucker leans down to suck on the delicate skin as her heart pounds. “Fuck me, Windsor. Fuck your man.” She shivers as her hands caress her body, moving mine out of the way to cup her tits and hold them out like an offering. Sitting up, I tack a nipple between my teeth and tug. Her pussy convulses around me, and we share a moan this time.

“Show me just how addictive this pussy is, baby,” I hear Tucker direct her as her hips begin to move. Dropping back down to the bed, I watch Windsor find her rhythm and take from me everything she wants.

I don’t last nearly long enough, and by the time I feel my release racing up my spine, I vaguely recall that I’m not wearing a condom and almost black out with pleasure as I let my cum release inside her unprotected pussy.

Windsor

Something’s up today; it’s evident in the way Tucker and Tanner walk in. They are silent but still give me a smile in greeting. An hour later, coffee and muffins show up from my favorite bakery across town, and before the delivery guy has returned to the elevator, both of my bosses make an appearance.

Sitting across from me, I eye them wearily as I grab a steamy cup and then pick through the muffins until I find the largest blueberry one in the bag.

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