Page 32 of Boardwalk Kings

I hadn’t had sex in over a year, maybe even more. I kept my head in the game for my final year at school and focused on my internships and grades. Now that none of that shit mattered, I wanted to live.

And I wanted them.

Stefan reached behind my back and unhooked my bra with one hand. It floated at the top of the water. Then he sucked my nipple into his mouth while Angelo bit the other.

“Oh, my God,” I choked out.

They continued to lick, suck, and bite, all without breaking stride, fingering me like they were fucking me. My screams pierced the air like gunfire. I was so loud they could probably hear me on the beach. But I didn’t give a damn. Because as the orgasm swept through me like a hurricane, it wrecked me from the inside out.

I grabbed the backs of their heads. “Oh, fuck. Angelo, Stefan…”

With their teeth and tongues on my nipples, they watched me unravel for them. Two pairs of golden brown eyes held mine. And then I completely shattered, another orgasm following the first one, the tremors rocking me to the core.

“Stefan,” Dante shouted out the patio doors. “Angelo!”

We snapped our heads at him.

“What?” Angelo yelled.

Dante’s eyes found ours, and then he power-walked over to the fence separating our patios. “What the fuck are you doing? I’ve been trying to reach you for the last hour.”

“We were out here,” Stefan told him.

“There’s an issue at The Monella Club.” Dante crossed his arms over his chest. “And you’re over here getting off?”

Angelo hopped out of the water in his boxer briefs, giving me a nice view of his toned ass. “What happened?”

“A client got out of hand with two of the girls. Dom tried removing him from the club, and he shot him.”

“Fuck,” Angelo grunted. “Is Dom okay?”

“Yeah, he’ll live.” Dante’s gaze flicked to each of us, and then he shook his head, disappointed. “This is your responsibility, Lo. Fucking deal with it. Get over to the club. Now!”

Then he stormed away from the fence and headed back into the apartment.

“So much for a night off,” Angelo said with irritation dripping from his tone. “Fuck, can I ever get a break from that place?”

“I gotta deal with shit like that every night at Lucky’s,” Stefan cut in before turning to me. “Sorry, pretty girl. Raincheck?”

I nodded.

Then he pressed my chest to his and kissed me like he wanted to devour me. I kissed him back with equal intensity.

Angelo snapped his fingers. “Let’s go, Stef.”

I peeled my lips from his, breathless, and then Stefan climbed out of the hot tub and joined his twin in picking up his clothes.

Bending over the side of the hot tub, I looked at them, staring at every inch of their toned, tattoo-covered bodies.

“Don’t look so disappointed.” Angelo’s eyes landed on me. “At least you got to cum three times tonight.”

“What time will you be home?”

“Late.” He frowned, and it made me notice his scar even more. “Probably not until early in the morning. I’m sure Nico will keep you occupied while we’re gone.”

Angelo winked, then he jumped the gate with Stefan, the two disappearing into the house. Long after they turned off the patio lights, I stared at the ocean, shocked about our encounter.

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