“My turn.” I whisper, the heat in his eyes soaring as he turns to face Tate, who is already halfway naked. My eyes fall on his hardened cock as it springs free of his black boxers. “My eyes are up here, Kitten.” He taunts. I roll mine as I adjust, making room in the tub for him. Even with the spacious tub it’s a cozy fit with both of them. I have no clue how it would’ve fit a third, although I’m sure it has been changed out since the last Harbingers lived all those years ago. The house itself has been rebuilt many times. Their six-three, two hundred some odd pound forms linger outside the tub. It would be nothing less than a tangle of limbs with Everett. A twinge of pain hits my chest, flooding through the bond. Making me again curse the open flow. They return my sad smile before Milo tries to trip Tate in their constant battle for the front part of the tub. Who wants to sit by the spout anyway?
Tate usually lets Milo win.
“Asshole.” Tate mutters, slipping in behind me, displacing the water to the rim. Each slight movement sending it lapping over the edge. Milo steps in just half of him, lowered before it pushes over the edge sloshing to the floor. I lean back against Tate, emptying some of my body wash into my hand. I’m careful not to rub it together in my hands, knowing Milo can’t stand the sound. His lips thin as he pushes them together tightly, while I lay my palms on his back getting to work. My fingers sliding across the grooves and raised places on his back. I’m sure they’d rather I use their manly shampoos, but neither of them ever complain. I like the idea of them smelling like me instead of me smelling like them for a change.
As much as I am theirs, they are mine.
When Milo is done, thoroughly washed and rinsed, I move into Tate, letting my back lean against Milo’s firm chest. Our skin melting together in the most wonderful way. I let my mind drift back to today’s vision, the way Clotho cried, the desperation in her voice.
That man...
The glazed over look on Tate’s face pulls me from the distraction as Milo reaches over me working shampoo into his hair. Apparently getting fed up with how much time I was taking. Tate leans closer in allowing his brother better access as he gently massages the soap into his hair before sliding his sudsy palm quickly down the front of Tate’s face. I giggle as Tate jerks forward, cursing before dipping his head into the water, his face smooshing into my belly just above my core. He pulls it out quickly, slinging bubbles and water at Milo and me as he throws his head backwards.
“Come on baby, it’s getting late.” Milo murmurs as he stands, his cock daunting even when he’s not hard. I lean forward, running my lips along his thigh before he catches my chin, groaning, his cock swelling and coming to life in front of me. “We’ve already missed our reservations. Let us have this and I promise to slip my cock down your pretty throat later.” My core tightens, almost missing the whole reservations part.
“Reservations?”
“We had quite the evening planned, kitten.” Tate adds as he dries himself. My cheeks flush with guilt and embarrassment. They had planned something special for me and I made them panic and snuck off instead. I take a deep breath, biting back the flood of questions at the tip of my tongue. If they haven’t told me what yet, they aren’t going to no matter how much I plead. The curiosity grows painfully as they finish drying me, Tate leading me into Milo’s room where a dress sits laid out across the bed.
My mouth parts as I recognize the stunning garment. A childlike squeal leaves my throat as I rush to the bed, the towel I had been clutching around myself all but forgotten, the cool air of the bedroom nipping at my skin as I run my fingers over the navy-blue tea length dress. The boys chuckle as they head off in different directions to get dressed, leaving me to gawk at the beautifully embroidered flowers, all in varying shades of green and blue. The tulle skirt flares out as I lift it, rushing to the sleek black rimmed mirror and pressing it against me as my guys reenter the room looking very satisfied with themselves.
As they should. This dress shouldn’t be here.
“How?” I breathe out, unwilling to take my eyes from the garment. “They said it was one of a kind. It had already been sold.” The designer all but refused to even speak to Tate and Milo when we visited the small shop. Not that the surprise weekend trip to Paris wasn’t enough, but I fell in love with the dress when we walked past this in the display window.
“How doesn’t matter kitten.” Tate answers, shoving his hands in his pockets. My eyes slide to his other half, who shrugs. A dark, knowing smirk on his handsome face. Which means they threatened him. I should be upset with them.
I’m definitely not.
My smile grows painfully as they walk behind me, our eyes meeting in the mirror briefly before more sweltering excitement builds in my chest. Making me practically giddy. All the anxieties of today are temporarily forgotten. Milo lifts my hair as Tate undoes the zipper, helping me into it. My cheeks ache from grinning as he slides the zipper up my back, watching the beautiful fabric mold around my body. The off the shoulder princess sleeves show my new marks and the brand above my breast.
It’s beautiful.
Milo let’s my hair fall in damp waves as I tear my eyes from myself. My heart fluttering when I see them.The way they’re staring at me makes my breath hitch in my throat. The love and utter devotion shining in their identical sets of deep set smokey eyes. “Our gift.” They murmur in unison, making my cheeks heat as my heart struggles to resume beating.
Every moment with the two of you makes the end seem worth it. Every flicker of flame, every tinge of agony. I would endure it all a million times over to remain by your side.