Page 23 of The Twins
I moaned softly, enjoying the confident, possessive hold that made me feel like I was the only person in his world.
Finn circled my body into his embrace, his hands slipping beneath my open cotton jacket to curl onto my waist, fingers spread.
Their heat and strength surrounded me, and I sagged against Cillian, filling my hands up with his crisp shirt.
He moaned and pulled me closer.
I was surrounded, and lust poured into my veins. Theirs, too, I was aware of hardness in their groins. A fresh wave of excitement clenched my belly at the thought of all that ready-to-go cock.
“Fuck. We should fuck.” Finn filled his hand with my right breast. “Now.”
“Yeah, I’m so damn horny,” Cillian said. “I want to make you come, Rebecca, over and over and feel you grip my cock with your sweet pussy.”
His words bounced around my brain, pinging, bursting, rattling.
Get naked with them?
Come over and over.
I hardly knew them.
A surge of realization gripped me, and I landed back in the here and now.
What am I doing?
“Please, stop.” I pushed at Cillian.
He didn’t move.
“I…I’m not sure, I don’t…”
He released me, a frown plowing over his brow and his arms falling to his sides. “What is it? What’s the problem?”
“I…I have a rule…a first-date rule.”
“What the fuck does that mean?” Finn asked, releasing my breast and his hands circling my waist.
“I can’t…I can’t just fall into bed with you. With both of you. Not tonight.”
Cillian swallowed loudly. “Fair enough.” His voice was deeper, gruffer, than it had been.
“You know I can play your body to perfection.” Finn bit on his bottom lip. “Come on…Rebecca. Let’s do this.”
I was reminded of my orgasm in the stationery cupboard. That had been reckless of me, out of character, and I stuttered in a breath at the memory. “I know, I do know, but this is fast, and there’s two of you and…”
“Twice the fun.” Finn smiled and tipped his head.
“She said no,” Cillian said.
“Yeah, and I respect that. Just got to persuade my cock to calm the fuck down.” Finn shoved a hand into his pants and adjusted himself. “Steady there boy.”
“Can we see you again?” Cillian asked.
“I’d like that.” I pulled out my house key. “I’ll come find you, at Fight Fit. I’m guessing it has a website with the address.”
“Yes,” Cillian said. “It has.”
“Can we have your number? Would be easier,” Finn said.
