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I took it all, all of him, everything I could. It was one of the best sexual experiences of my life, and after having them both inside me at the same time the night before, I didn’t think life could get much better.
Cillian let out a final guttural groan and stilled.
I was breathing fast. Sweat laced my body. The sense of satisfaction was absolute, and with my glowing bottom and cum-filled pussy, I had never felt more serene.
“Hey, gorgeous.” Cillian gathered me up against him.
The next thing I knew I was in his arms as though I weighed nothing when I knew full well that wasn’t the case.
“Here, she’ll get cold.” Finn threw a soft blanket over me. “Let’s take her up to our place.”
Part of me tried to protest that I didn’t want to leave the room naked, but I didn’t have the energy and instead snuggled my face into Cillian’s neck.
I hadn’t known the twins long, but I knew they cared for me, desired me, that their passion matched mine in many ways.
And I trusted them to take care of me while I was in my post-orgasmic state and high on the drug of sex.
Chapter Fourteen
Rebecca
The evening passed in a lazy daze of sleeping, bathing, and enjoying a takeout meal.
The twins’ attic section of Rose Cottage consisted of two bedrooms, one living room, a bathroom, and a small functional kitchen. The sloping eaves were lined with dark beams, and skylights let in the sunshine by day and showcased the stars by night.
The furniture was minimal but light and bright, and a cabinet stuffed full of martial art trophies dominated one wall of the living area. A framed photograph of their mother—smiling, plump, gray-haired—was on the wall.
When night came I slept soundly, exhausted from the day, and when I awoke I was in Finn’s arms.
He was sleeping, his mouth slightly parted and his breaths audible.
Smiling, I sat.
Cillian was standing at the one window that wasn’t in the roof and had a view over the back garden. He wore black boxers and held a steaming mug.
“Hey,” I said quietly.
He turned. “You’re awake.”
“Yeah.” I pointed at his mug. “Got any more of that?”
“Sure.”
He walked to the kitchen, his muscles rippling and his abs taut.
Fuck, I’d got lucky.
Carefully, I untangled my arms and legs from Finn and stood. I spotted a black-t-shirt withFight Fitstamped on thefront and dragged it on. It was too big, but I needed to wear something other than just my black thong and the leather padlock necklace.
Finn grunted and turned over. The white sheet was twisted around his legs, so I tugged it up and over him.
Cillian was before me holding a mug of coffee. The delicious scent breezed up to my nostrils.
I took it, and we went in to the living area.
“Sleep okay?” he asked.
“Yes, you?”
