Page 104 of The Twins
I glanced around the crowd. “But won’t they miss you guys?”
“We stink and we’re bloody, no one will blame us for disappearing to shower.” Cillian touched the cut on his cheek that had been Steri-Stripped. “Let’s go. Your place or ours?”
“Mine, it’s closer.”
“I guess it is, just about.” Finn set down his drink and pulled on a plain black t-shirt along with his favorite navy Nike sweats.
We wandered from the club, calls of congratulations on a job well done following us.
We made our way along the city streets with the sun beating down on us. A group of kids raced past on their bikes, and a chubby tabby cat lazed on a high brick wall, its tail curling downward.
“I’ll make some food.” I opened my front door.
“That can wait, I need a shower,” Finn said.
“Me, too.”
“I can cook while you—”
“We want you in the shower with us,” Cillian said. “Food can wait, we have other appetites that need sating.”
A thrill went through me. “I like the sound of that.”
“You’ll like the feel of it, too.”
We went upstairs, Finn tossing his t-shirt over the banister when we reached the top. Cillian peeled off his clothes at the entrance to the bathroom and stood, gloriously naked, with his hand under the stream of warming water.
“You’re bruised pretty bad,” I said. “And that cut on your face.”
Cillian shrugged. “Not as bad as the other guy.”
“I guess.” I pulled my dress over my head.
“Fuck.” Finn shoved at his sweats. “That’s some sweet underwear. You’re fucking hot, you know that?”
I placed my hands on my hips and cocked them. He made me feel hot, and I wasn’t going to give that up. “Glad you like it, it’s new.”
“We do like it, a lot,” Cillian said, stepping into the shower. “But it can go now, it’s been admired.”
Finn came up behind me and undid my bra. The cups fell away, and he dropped it into the sink. Next came my lace thong, discarded, forgotten.
He held my hand, and we joined Cillian under the heavy stream of hot water. I breathed deep, the steam full of the scent of them. My pussy trembled, and my breasts ached. I was turned on, eager for it, but knowing it was a dead cert created the pleasure of anticipation. I nestled myself between my two men and tipped my face to the water.
“We’re proud of you,” Finn said into my ear. “You coped well, watching the fight.”
“Real well.” Cillian came close. He was fully hard, and his pierced cock tapped onto my lower belly. “You should be rewarded.”
“So should you, for winning.”
“It’s just our day job,” Cillian said. “Winning is what we do.”
“I’ve noticed.” I thought of some of their darker dealings and was glad that they won those, too. Losing would be worse than just a defeat on their stat record. It could mean the end of their lives.
“We’ve won you, too, right?” Cillian said.
“You know you have.” I pulled him in for a kiss. He tasted of the heat of the ring and the spice of victory, and our tongues danced.
Finn cupped my breasts and tweaked my nipples, nibbling on my ear, my neck and shoulder as he did so.
