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There was a wariness there I understood well, because who was more gun shy than me?

“I’m in,” I replied in a small voice, then repeated that in a stronger one. “I’m in. Brock?—”

“No more talking now.”

I was plucked from Hunter’s grip, much to his brother’s disgust, but I saw the twins follow us down the hall as Brock carried me into his room. The three of them were darkened shapes, staring down at me as I was laid on the bed. The light flicked on, and I put my arm over my eyes.

“No lights…” I groaned.

“Yeah, I think we’re gonna need them on this time.” Hayden settled down on the bed beside me, shirtless now. “I think we need to see everything that happens.”

I couldn’t help but trace the planes of his face right down to full lips that curved now.

“I’m starting to see your point.”

I rose up then, moving to straddle him, his hands settling on my hips as I ran my fingers down his chest. Maybe this was the only way forward, with our eyes wide open, so I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.

Chapter 56

Hunter

I loved it when a plan came together.

This was the moment I’d been waiting for, when all the bullshit was shoved aside and everyone got real for once. So why were my hands shaking as I shoved my shirt up and over my head? Because there was a reason everyone had approached each other with trepidation. The minute my knee hit the bed, this was real and I shot Brock a look, wondering if he felt the same way.

Of course he did. He might try to hide it behind the same blustery bullshit he learned from Dad, but that vulnerability was there if you knew where to look. In the way his eyes creased as if looking at Jamie with my twin hurt. I felt a small pang of fear, one that disappeared the minute he settled behind her. The way Brock cradled our girl against his chest made clear he had got with the program, his kisses marking her as his.

As ours.

That’s what had me shoving my shoes and pants off, my clothes just another barrier between Jamie and me that needed to be removed. Hers needed to come off next. I moved closer, watching her kiss Hayden, the experience a weird one. It was like watching myself devour her mouth from the outside, but not for long. When she came up for a breath, I tilted her head my way and moved in.

Fuck…

Just a little kiss, her breaths coming in hard and fast still because Hayden had kissed the air out of her lungs. I wanted to breathe it back then, inflate her, fill her, claim her outside and in, but instead I reached around, having to force Brock back a little to open her bra. That earned me a dark look from big brother, but there was no room for irritation, not when her tits were revealed. I tossed the underwear across the room, hoping to lose it forever, because damn… It was only a need to stop other blokes from seeing what was ours that prevented me from demanding that she never cover her breasts again.

“Why do you look like this is the first time you saw a pair of breasts?” she asked me.

“Because this is the first time I’ve really seen yours.”

My eyes met hers and I wondered what she saw. One part horny, one part reverence, I was aching to touch her, right before I remembered that I could. The contrast between my tan and her creamy skin caught my eye for just a second before that hard little nipple pressed into my palm, demanding attention. With that special twin ESP, Hayden crawled out from underneath Jamie and moved to cover the other breast with his mouth, right as I did the same.

I would never get used to this. It wasn’t just that women were so soft, their breasts made from something so special, feeling like the soft brush of a feather’s fibres. It wasn’t just the way she arched her back, her hands going to the backs of our heads, as if she was terrified that we’d pull away. Never. Never again. I’d be trailing after her like some abandoned puppy if she changed her mind, waiting, needing another chance. Which was why I had to make the most of this moment.

That sharp intake of breath, held in her chest and then let out in a shaky little whistle told me everything I needed to know. Then there was her grip on my hair, pulling the strands to the point of pain, making clear what she needed. More, harder, sucking her nipple in long, devastating pulls, the nipple feeling like it was swelling bigger and bigger, ready to burst.

It didn’t, but this might’ve helped her along that path.

“Fuck…”

That little gasp had me pulling away to catch sight of Brock’s teeth raking along her neck, his fingers sliding up between her thighs. Her hips danced, trying to get more friction, more contact from him, but my older brother showed restraint I’d never have. One thick finger slid over her mound, parting her folds a tiny amount, resulting in a low growl of frustration from Jamie.

“Brock…”

“Need something?”

He shot me a dark look, nodding in the same way he did when we were kids, letting me know I needed to get back on the job. Usually that was mowing the lawn, but I never watched anyone cut grass with this kind of fascination. I felt like my consciousness was split into a million different pieces. My hand gripped her hip, holding her still, despite her swaying movements. My fingers tested her wetness, my own twitching, as if I could feel that slick on the tips. My mouth sucked her nipple hard, then pinched the swollen point with moistened fingers. And I kissed her, swallowing down her moans of pleasure, catching the little hitch of breath that made clear that Brock had stopped fucking around and pushed his fingers inside her.

She couldn’t kiss me now. Her eyes fell closed as she moved in time with their caresses, the movements growing faster, jerkier by the second. Jamie was searching blindly for something only we could give her. I knew then what my role was. I slid down on my brother’s bed, my aching cock caressed by clean cotton, a poor substitute for her satin. Soon, I promised not-so-little Hunter as I bent my head, kissing her hip bone, following its line down to the altar I had to worship at.

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