Page 16 of Brothers' Brat

Our girl's back arches up off the bed, trying to press closer to my thrusts. Leila's cries mingle with the ragged rhythm of my breaths. It's all-consuming, and I know that nothing will ever top this moment that we're in right now.

I command between thrusts, "Tell us what you want."

Leila tries to obey, and that’s enough for Hudson and me because her body trembles beneath me, a quiver that ripples through my own flesh. Hudson's lips are on her, drawing her nipple into the warmth of his mouth, while his fingers twist the other delicately, trying to push her over the edge with me.

"Hayden," she gasps, voice strained with the onset of release. "Hudson."

Her orgasm hits, setting off my own impending unraveling. Her inner walls clamp down on me, spasms that milk and draw me deeper. I thrust harder, driven by the velvet vise of her heat, each pulse of her sex around me stripping away restraint.

"Stay with me." My words are ragged as I lunge forward, burying myself to the hilt. A groan escapes me as I draw one of her nipples into my eager mouth.

Hudson pulls away from the other, granting me unhindered access to our sister's body. His presence looms, and I know he's enjoying watching the way I'm losing myself in her, but it's Leila's shuddering body commanding my senses. I roll the peak of her breast with my tongue, marking her with every suck, every nip.

"More," she breathes out, a plea that I'm all too happy to oblige.

"Always more for you," I promise between labored breaths, my pace unyielding. There's no gentleness left in me, only the need to devour, to sate an ache that has nestled itself deep within my bones.

I feel Hudson's hand press on my back, pushing me to take what I really want. I drop my weight fully on top of Leila, allowing my cock to sink as far inside as her pussy can take me. I feel her clench around me once more, milking me for everything I am worth. I can't hold back, not with the way she feels, not with how perfectly she fits around me. Every ridge of her body softens and conforms to mine like she was made just for me.

"Mine," I grind out, hips snapping faster, the sound of skin slapping filling the room alongside her moans. Every one of my nerve endings screams with the friction of our bodies moving as one relentless force.

"Yours," she affirms, her agreement spiraling me closer to the edge.

The world narrows down to this moment—her beneath me, her pleasure, her surrender. My climax builds, threatening to tear me apart from the inside. I'm lost in the silk and steel of her, in the intoxicating scent of our little sister.

"Ah, Hayden," she whimpers, and it's all it takes. I grunt as I spill into her, heat coursing through my veins like liquid fire. I’m vaguely aware of Hudson’s steady presence, grounding us even as we shatter together just like she did with my twin.

I know I'm crushing her, so I cage her in, pulling out of her heat only so I can move down her body, rest my forehead against her heaving chest, and feel her heartbeat.

Hudson does for me what I did for him and nudges me, trying to prevent me from collapsing on top of her. That's all I want to do. I want to keep myself pressed against her even if that means crushing her into the mattress. I follow his lead and roll off Leila with a reluctance that surprises me, watching as Hudson turns her to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, her lips swollen from our kisses, and her eyes hold a tenderness for me that I didn't expect to see. My heart feels crowded inside my chest, and I want to tell her in this moment that I love her. I want to tell her so many things that I couldn't tell her before because I was so angry, but I can see how exhausted she is.

"Breathe, Leila," Hudson instructs, his chest now a solid wall against her back. We're both cocooning her, our bodies creating a protective enclosure. My hand finds hers, fingers intertwining as if they were made to fit together.

"Okay?" I ask, my gaze locked with hers.

She can't speak, but she squeezes my fingers and that’s more than enough for me. The covers are drawn over us by Hudson, and the world outside this bed ceases to exist for us.

"Sleep now," Hudson murmurs, his arm snaking around Leila, holding her close. I mirror his action, drawing her even tighter against me. Our legs tangle beneath the sheets, and I don't even care that Hudson's bony shin rakes against mine.

"Don't leave," she whispers, her hand squeezing mine, and I realize that we're going to have to spell things out for her in the morning. I lock eyes with Hudson, and I can see the storm of his thoughts there. We've done so much damage to her with our little mind games that she's asking us not to leave her.

"You'll never be without us again," I reply, pressing my lips to her forehead. Her sigh is contentment personified, a sound that takes the edge off just a little. "No more games."

Leila's head tilts ever so slightly toward me, her eyes searching mine in the dim light. "No more games," she repeats like she thinks if she says it, it'll make it true.

"Just the fun kind," I try to make her laugh, sealing the promise with a kiss pressed to the side of her head. "Where we chase you through the cemetery and tear your clothes off." Her eyes flash to mine, and I see the glint there, telling me that she doesn't hate that idea now that we've made amends.

"I think I might like that now that we–" she starts, but I can tell she's searching for the right words.

Hudson's chuckle vibrates through all three of us. "Now that you're ours. We'll always love chasing you and ripping your clothes off." His hand roves over her side and finds the soft curve of her breast, and she shivers in our arms.

"Goodnight, baby," Hudson says, ducking his head into the back of her neck. We talked a big fucking game to each other this entire time concerning Leila about what we were going to do to her, how we were going to punish her for not conforming, but we both crumbled as soon as she offered the slightest bit of affection because that's all we really wanted from her.

My eyes never leave hers until they flutter closed, and even then, I watch over her as she drifts into sleep.

CHAPTER 13

LEILA

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