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“Mum made sure we learned how to share,” I told her, smiling when she snorted.

“I’m fairly sure this is not what Heather had in mind.”

I leaned down, my fingers twitching as I stroked one along the line of her jaw, loving the way her head tilted my way. She wanted me. She wanted Hunter too, her hips pressing back against him as his hand slid lower, but while that pricked at my pride, my focus narrowed down on the way her lips parted in readiness. My girl wanted to be kissed, caressed, forced to feel greater and greater heights of pleasure, and I could never deny her that. My grip on her jaw tightened as I finally gave in and kissed her.

“Mm…”

The little kittenish sigh as she melted into me, into Hunter, was everything. It felt like something in her surrendered, turning her soft as we got harder. My kisses were accompanied by the sounds of Hunter placing more along the line of her neck and I wondered whether this was some kind of sensory overload for her. Did she feel completely and utterly swept away by sensation? Our bodies pressing into hers, sandwiching her between us. Hunter’s hips had to be rubbing helplessly against her, his dick needing the stimulation, just as mine did now.

The gap between her thighs widened as I kissed her, the thick cotton of the towel doing nothing to dull the throb of pleasure that came from rutting against her. My kisses grew harder, deeper, the need to take her over, drive her out of her mind with pleasure, riding me hard, but Jamie jerked away, blinking as she stared at me in question.

“Maybe not,” I replied belatedly, “but she did teach us one thing, Dad too.” I glanced at Hunter who nodded slowly, even as his hands slid up her ribcage. She arched into his caress, and I both wanted to knock his hands away and take over and also watch him tease Jamie to the point of gasping. “That the woman we’re with, who we care for, she’s the most important one. That we need to do everything we can to make her happy.”

Hunter nodded, as if I was finally starting to see it.

“That sounds all very selfless,” she said, shaking her head.

“Not really.” I forced her eyes to meet mine again, because I needed her to see the truth of the matter. “Because there’s a pleasure that comes from knowing that someone you…” Love, that’s what I wanted to say. “Care for is happy and that you were the one to make them feel that way. So?—”

“Ready to make us happy by making you happy?” Hunter asked, his hands sliding under her breasts, but not moving any further without her say so.

“Well, you make it sound like a public service now, so how can I say no?”

That smile, I realised I’d longed to see it as much as I did to touch Jamie. It was an easy, spontaneous thing, lighting her up. My hand took hers, Hunter doing the same with the other one, and I tugged her down the hall. Deeper into our house, a primal need to keep her here and never let her go rising in my chest, right before I stopped outside the doorways of our rooms. I cocked one eyebrow, asking my brother a silent question, and he shoved his door open with his free hand, tugging her, and then me, after him.

“That was so fucking hot today,” he told her, forcing me to wonder what the hell had gone on when he went around to Brock’s garage to talk to Jamie about their date. “But this?” His hands went to her towel, dropping it to the floor, before moving to the hem of her top. “It’s time to even the score. Hayden?”

I found myself in the position he’d taken, pressing my body against her back, my lips finding her neck.

“I’m in,” I said, feeling the truth in those words now. “I’m all the way in.”

Chapter 46

Jamie

I’d spent that late afternoon bobbing around in the sea with Hunter, but somehow this left me feeling more unmoored. Part of me didn’t know what to do, what to touch first, but the other part–the bit that was calm, clear eyed, and knew exactly what she wanted–kicked in. The two of them were dark shapes in the unlit room, but my hands knew where they were, landing on their chests. Hayden was sitting in a pair of shorts, so his skin was shockingly hot and bare right now, making clear that Hunter needed to be the same. I moved closer, ready to pull his shirt up and over his head when he stepped in.

“That’s not how this is gonna go,” he said, ripping it off and then letting it fall to the floor. “This isn’t about us.”

Was he telling that to me or Hayden, I couldn’t tell, but he was undoing my buttons while Hayden’s hands slid around to work my shorts down. Hands were everywhere, sliding over my skin, forcing my awareness to encapsulate every inch of my body as they stripped me bare.

Why was it so fucking hot to be standing there naked between them, while they remained partially clothed? As soon as the twins suggested this scenario, something slick started pooling between my legs. They outnumbered me, hemmed me in as they moved closer. My mind was unable to follow all their movements, hands stroking my arms, my shoulders, running down my back to cup my arse. Another covered my throat, tilting my head back as his lips pressed to mine. Which twin was kissing me? I couldn’t tell in the darkness, and in some ways that was all part of what was turning me on. They were demon lovers in the dark, made of shadows and salacious intent to please me, and that’s what had my hands sliding down.

I’d felt one of these cocks inside me, the fat head rubbing so good over that sensitive spot within me that it almost hurt. The other had more than filled my hand, my palm swivelling up and down his entire cock as he panted through one helpless spurt of cum after another. I couldn’t tell which I touched right now, my fingers encircling each rigid length.

“No…” one of them moaned, his hips making a liar of him as he pressed deeper into my hand. Hunter, I realised, the fabric of his shorts still damp from the sea.

“No,” Hayden said much more definitively, knocking my hand away. “This is about you.”

“This is about us.” It was meant to be a cheeky retort, me countering this burning need the twins had to make me feel good, but both of them stiffened at my words. There was an implication to it, I realised belatedly. A reference to a connection that went beyond this bedroom, and perhaps that’s why I pulled free of their grips, sinking to my knees.

“Jamie…” Hunter hissed. “Jamie, no…”

But as soon as I yanked his shorts down, that beautifully too-thick cock bobbing free, he shut up. Hayden said something similar, until I bared him as well, wrapping my hand around his shaft. They felt so fucking hard and hot as I stroked each one of them, right before I moved forward.

“Oh fuck…” Hunter’s moan was part shock, part prayer, his hands slapping down on my head as I sucked the head of his cock in. His hips stabbed forward a few inches before he mastered himself, which was lucky, because somehow the twins weren’t completely identical. He was a bit thicker, that big, broad head punching into my mouth, forcing my tongue to work to try and caress it, because my jaws were stretched well past their limits to take this much of him. “No…” he sighed. “No…”

“Jamie, this isn’t about…”

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