Page 29 of Broken Love

Tanner and I share a confused look before going along with Tucker and watching as he stares out at the cityscape before us. “What’s going on, Tuck?” I watch as Tanner searches his brother's face for any clues.

Tucker places what he’s holding on the table before pulling off the small cloth and revealing three butterflies in a glass jar. One yellow, one cream, and one a light shade of blue. When he turns to me, tears are beginning to form because I know what this is about.

“After you left, I really thought about what we could do to honor our loss and find some healing.” I nod as he grabs both of my hands in his and holds them to his chest. “I called an old Army buddy of mine who works as security at a conservatory, explained what happened, and asked for a big-ass favor.” Our eyes all drift to the jar. “I didn’t expect to hear back from him for a few days. When he stopped by the office as I was getting ready to leave, I knew you’d want to do this as soon as possible.”

“Thank you.” Curtailing the sobs is impossible, and I cry into his chest while they hold me until I get myself together. “Could we do it now?” I look between them both; this is for them as much as it is for me.

Tanner picks up the jar and hands it to me. We stand side-by-side near the railing before Tucker lifts the lid. The blue and yellow ones fly away immediately. The cream-colored one sits on the ledge of the jar for a few seconds, and the warmth that envelops me is otherworldly. I feel surrounded by love and peace before it flies off into the evening air.

“I realize this probably felt silly to do.” I keep my eyes on the butterflies until I can no longer see them. “I appreciate you both humoring me.”

Immediately, I’m surrounded by both of my men. “It wasn’t silly at all. We all needed a way to recognize and process what happened. You might think we don’t feel the same way you do, sweetheart, but boy, do we.” Tucker nuzzles into my neck, kissing every bit of flesh he can.

“We share in this grief, baby. You are not alone.” My heart warms further at Tanner’s insistence. Knowing they are both with me on this is a relief. I’m unsure what I’d have done if I hadn’t had the two of them the past few days.

Tucker

“We need to talk later,” I tell my twin as we plate dinner while Windsor chooses a movie. “Boston has the results for us. I didn’t look yet.”

“There’s something else, right?” Tanner has always been able to read me better than anyone else.

“I found an envelope in Windsor’s desk. She hadn’t opened it, but I did. And we have a real fucking problem.” Just thinking of the contents in the manila folder is enough to send me into a blind rage.

“You’ll show me later?”

“As soon as we exhaust her.”

Tonight is the first time since taking Windsor home after meeting her that we’ll get to gift her with pleasure again.

Carrying trays of food over to Windsor on the couch, we sit on either side of her and watch as she loads up her fajita, not hesitating to take a bite. The moan she emits makes my dick twitch in my pants, desiring a different kind of sound I know we can coax out of her.

“This is so good.” She takes another bite, ignoring us as she eats her way through three of them before resting back and rubbing her belly.

“You’re adorable.” Stealing a kiss from her as she licks her lips, I sit back after I’ve finished my own.

“What’s this movie about?” Tanner asks skeptically as we watch a man working with bees.

“It’s Jason Statham; need I say more?” She laughs when we nod our heads.

After having the premise explained to us, we’re less concerned about the bees and more into the action. Which has Windsor both gasping, cringing, and, at a few points, hiding her face in one of our shoulders when it gets too gruesome for her.

“We could put something else on,” I softly suggest in her ear, kissing along her delicate jaw. When I feel a shiver work through her body, I suck on her rapidly beating pulse and slide my hand across her thigh. Pulling her legs apart, I slip my hand up higher.

“L-l-like what?” Windsor's breathy stutter draws Tanner's attention from the movie. I watch his eyes light up before drawing the blanket back and noticing where my hand rests just under her little sleep shorts.

Sliding down the makeshift bed she set up for us, I move to lay between her legs. Kissing the side of each knee, I feel Windsor's eyes on me. I massage her thighs, loving the contrasts and differences between our sizes.

My eyes remain on hers as my hands move to grip the edge of her shorts and slide them temptingly down her legs; I only move to pull them off her feet. Glancing back down, I release a deep groan as I stare at the magnificent sight before me.

“You’re so gorgeous, sweetheart.” Nibbling up her thigh, I don’t stop when I reach her sex this time. I kiss her naked flesh, flicking my tongue against her hidden pearl and absorbing her flavor and sounds into my body like I own them.

Noticing Tanner’s movements from the corner of my eye, I watch as he sheds her top and then moves to sit in the chair a few feet away, spreading his thighs and gripping the armrests in a relaxed position.

“You going to watch?” I ask him, keeping my lips on Windsor's pussy.

“Watch our girl come undone? Yeah, I’d like to witness that without her distracting me while being wrapped up in her body.” Licking his lips, his eyes shift subtly to meet her stare.

Gripping the tops of her thighs, I drag Windsor farther down the floor so she’s lying flat on her back. Pushing up her legs, I instruct her, “Keep your eyes on Tanner. Don’t close them.” She nibbles on her lip before nodding.

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