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“We don’t want anyone but you, Sarah. I hope you realize that,” Simon whispers into my ear just before I drift off to sleep.

Chapter Eight

I’m drawn out of dreams into a hazy fog of pleasure. It still feels like a dream at first, so I surrender, because if it isn’t real, I don’t want to wake up. I’m on my stomach, and big hands caress my back, gliding down to my ass and back up. There are two sets, soon joined by two pairs of lips trailing kisses over my shoulders and down my spine.

My sleepy, hungover brain is slow to put the pieces together, but when it does—when it sinks in that this is all so very real—awareness cascades through me, magnifying the pleasure of their touch.

I let out a groan when one twin coasts his fingertips down the crease of my ass, parting my folds and sliding them into the wetness between my legs. He echoes the sound and bites down on my shoulder.

“Don’t move, baby,” Jude says. “I want you just like this.”

I bite my lip and turn my head, finally opening my eyes. Simon’s face greets me, his eyes bedroom-sleepy. His chin is propped on one hand, and he lightly caresses my face while his twin pushes my legs apart just a little. Jude’s balls brush against my ass before his shaft slides down to notch at my core. I bite my lip, and it’s all I can do to avoid lifting my hips to meet him.

Simon bends down and distracts me with a kiss just as Jude drives deep. I moan into Simon’s mouth and clench my muscles tight around Jude’s cock as he fucks me slow and hard. He braces one elbow at my side, curling his hand beneath my shoulder and holding on as he covers my body with his, his front to my back. My legs are barely spread enough to give him access, and the extra friction drives the pleasure higher.

“So tight. So perfect,” he murmurs into my ear, grazing his lips across my jaw. I whimper and squirm, craving more contact to satisfy my rising need. Simon senses my desperation and pushes a hand beneath my belly to find my clit, but his teasing only makes it worse.

“She needs to come, brother,” Simon says. “Hurry up.”

Jude groans. “I’m close. Fuck, you feel good, Sarah.”

He speeds up, every thrust taking me just to the edge of needing more. But despite it all, when Jude climaxes, I’m awash in a fresh blast of endorphins. He clutches my hand and bites down on my shoulder, gasping as his cock spasms inside me.

“Move your ass,” Simon barks, pushing his twin to the side. A second later, he straddles my thighs and hauls my hips up. He spears me hard and fast, my pussy well-lubricated with his brother’s semen and my own copious arousal. I gasp and groan, pushing back against his thrusts eagerly.

“I can’t fucking get enough of you,” he says, bending over my back to whisper in my ear. He snakes a hand around to find my clit again, fucking hard and fast while he teases me. Jude reclines at my side, giving me a lazy, sated smile and reaching out to play with my nipples one at a time.

“Come on Simon’s cock, baby,” he says. “Give it up for us.”

I’m lost to the pleasure of their touch, their scent, of even being here in a bed with them. I’m that teenage girl again, exploring all the ways we can pleasure each other, all the ways our bodies can experience one another’s. Except now there’s no holding back; no fear or shame, just pure joy in rediscovering what we’ve lost.

I lose myself within a few more seconds, gaze latched onto Jude’s. His eyes are bright with excitement and adoration when he watches me go over with his brother’s cock slamming deep. Simon’s climax follows a moment later and he huddles over me, arm wrapped around my torso while he nuzzles my neck.

We collapse in a heap a moment later. I laugh and bury my face in Simon’s chest. “God, I forgot how amazing it felt being double-teamed by you two.”

“We aim to please,” Jude says. He heaves a sigh and hops to his knees, bending over to kiss me on the cheek. “You hungry? We can cook. Or if you’re up for it, Rick and Max make a mean breakfast and are always happy for guests. Casey will probably be there.”

“It still amazes me that you’re friends with her now. The four of us never really interacted much as a group in high school.”

“We barely knew you two before you graduated. You weren’t even on our radar until your parents took us in,” Jude says.

“Then you were all we thought about,” Simon adds. “You were our entire world for those few weeks that summer. Sorry you and Casey lost touch.”

Simon’s belly gurgles loudly enough for me to hear. I pat it gently. “I take this as a hint that we should hunt down food. I should check in with Casey anyway. Are you sure they don’t mind us joining them?”

Jude rises and grabs his phone, then sends a quick text. A minute later, it buzzes with a reply. “We’re on. Shower first?” He grins down at me.

“Yes, but just because we can all fit in there doesn’t mean we should,” Simon says. “If we want a hot breakfast, we need to get a move on.”

They let me shower first, which I do quickly. Jude finds a spare unused toothbrush he lets me borrow, and I brush at one sink while he brushes at the other. Simon showers, then the twins trade places. It all feels so comfortably domestic, and I can’t ignore a twinge of regret that I won’t be able to stay. I don’t want to dwell on that now, though; I have only a few weeks before I need to leave, so I plan to make it worthwhile.

My belly is in tangles when they lead me down the steps. I’m barefoot, wearing borrowed sweats and a tank top with my fancy bra underneath. No panties, since the ones I wore last night were appropriated and Jude isn’t giving them up. But the path from their woodshop to the back door of the house is a quaint little flagstone trail, so shoes aren’t required.

Before we even make it to the door, Casey bursts through with a huge grin and wide eyes. “Sarah! Oh my god, you have some serious explaining to do. How did I not know you and the twins were a thing? What the actual fuck? Get in here! I need to know everything!”

She grabs me by the arm and drags me through the door, laughing. I shoot an apologetic look back at Simon and Jude, and in the process catch Max’s and Rick’s amused glances as they sit at the kitchen table, watching my best friend haul me up the stairs to a bedroom and shut the door.

She parks me on the bed and plants her hands on her hips. “Okay, girl. Spill. Every. Fucking. Detail.” She looks me over, frowning. “You want some clothes that fit?”

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