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My mouth was still around Huxley as Otto stood up.
He wiped his mouth off with the back of his hand. He stared at my hand that was still in Ace’s pants and then back at me. “I think it’s my turn to feel your mouth.”
Huxley pulled out of me as Otto stepped closer.
“Keep your legs spread, gorgeous,” Huxley said as he sat down next to me, placing his hand on my thigh. “We’re not done with you yet.”
Huxley’s fingers dug into my skin as Ace’s fingers slipped inside of me.
“Who gets to taste you next?” Ace asked as he moved his fingers slowly in and out of me. “My brother? Or me?” His thumb fell to my clit.
I gasped.
“I think that means me,” Ace said. He leaned forward, pressing his lips against my hipbone.
Fuck, I wasn’t sure I could take any more. But as his lips inched closer to me, I knew I needed it. I wanted to know what his tongue felt like. And Huxley’s. I turned to him.
Huxley smiled. “He’ll warm you up. I’ll finish.”
I swallowed hard.
“Open your mouth,” Otto said.
I turned to him. I’d never seen him look so serious. My eyes darted down to the erection pressing against the material of his sweatpants. It hid nothing. His cock was longer and thinner than the twins. And I wanted to know if I could fit him all the way in the back of my throat too.
I parted my lips just as the doorbell rang.
Huxley leaned forward, his hot breath in my ear. “Don’t come without me.” His hand fell from my thigh and he stood up to answer the door.
Ace’s thumb traced lazy circles around my clit as his kisses inched closer to my wetness. He was a great kisser. And I wondered if he’d kiss my pussy as passionately as he’d kissed me. God, I hoped so. I’d just come and all I wanted was to feel it again. This time with someone else’s tongue. Or if I was lucky, Ace or Huxley’s perfect cock.
I leaned forward to get closer to Otto. I put my hands on either side of the waistband of his sweatpants.
I was just about to pull down when Otto grabbed one of my wrists. I looked up at him. But his hazel eyes weren’t looking back at me.
“Oh. Hey, Emma,” he said. “Hey, Callum.”
Emma and Callum? What the fuck?
Chapter 12
Thursday
Emma
Zoey’s hands fell from the waistband of Otto’s sweatpants.
What the hell had we just walked in on?
Was Zoey about to…
Oh my God.Before I could throw my hands over my eyes, Ace lifted his head from…somewhere.
Did Ace just have his face on Zoey’s lap?
Otto laughed. “Well, this is unexpected. Welcome to our home, Emma. Callum, not so much.”
Ace pushed one of the straps of Zoey’s dress up over her shoulder.
