Page 18 of The Boys Next Door

Pain and pleasure twined together as he plowed her cunt, thrusting deeply, coming in her eager pussy while he looked into her pleading eyes.

All she could remember next was snuggling in a heap, sandwiched between two hard bodies, drifting back to sleep.

*

A voice in her ear woke her.

“Making us breakfast,” Ian murmured. The bed creaked as he got up.

Sleepily, Diana rolled over into Brendan’s embrace. “Did Ian say breakfast?” he mumbled,wrappinghis arms around her. “Ian never makes breakfast. Hope it’s edible.”

Brendan was so warm that she relaxed into his powerful arms, only half-awake. It felt good to be held. He smiled when shewrappedan arm around his back and pressed her cheek against his shoulder.

“He was up early this morning, too,” she whispered after they’d cuddled for a few minutes. “Making me some godawful hangover cure.”

“Really? Ian?” Brendan seemed more awake now. He gave her a speculative look. Then his face opened into a smile. One hand cupped her heavy breast. Diana sighed, enjoying his touch. She let her hand wander over Brendan’s arm, exploring the firm muscles. “Looks like it helped. You were incredible, Di. Even hotter than we’d imagined.”

She flushed. Just how much had the twins planned and prepared for last night? Did she even want to know? But a laugh bubbled up. “No, you are.”

Brendan leaned close to murmur in her ear. His warm breath sent a pleasant shiver through her body. “It feels good to trust us, doesn’t it?”

Her flush deepened. “Yes,” she breathed.

Patient fingers stroked her breast. “Do you want to talk about it, sweetness? What you said yesterday in your room?”

Yesterday in her room. Alone withHamletand her laptop,envying the twins at their party. It felt like a lifetime ago. “Which part?”

“Not trusting guys.” Brendan’s hand moved to caress her jaw. “Having bad experiences. Being shy and scared, when you don’t need to be.”

“Oh. That.” Diana hesitated. Brendan’s light touches were making her dizzy. A sheen of sweat coated her curves, so close to his hard body. Her pussy, soaked with juices, ached from Ian’s ferocious thrusts. Through the crack in the door, she heard pans rattling from the kitchen downstairs.

She wanted to talk. She wanted so badly to confide in someone. She longed to open up and let the burden go.

Over Brendan’s shoulder, she gazed at the twins’ high school graduation picture. Confidence was written all over their handsome faces, their athletic bodies, and their take-charge posture.

She rested her forehead on Brendan’s chest, sighing as he played with her hair.The twins had no idea how it felt to be alone or embarrassed. Singled out for attention they didn't want. They wouldn't understand the feeling of being trapped by how other people saw you, hiding what you felt and who you were.

But she kept seeing Ian's hazel eyes, darting back and forth.You're the bad twin. He's the good twin.

She curled up against Brendan, grateful for his solid body. No way she could think farther than this moment. “Maybe sometime.”

“Anytime, Di.” He brushed her damp bangs off her forehead. “You can tell me and Ian.”

Diana let out a snort. Confiding her deepest feelings to Ian was as likely as bursting onto the basketball court and beating the shorts off both twins, or gyrating in a sexy striptease.

Brendan just gave her a dimpled smile. “Wanna shower?”

Oh boy. Yes…but no. “I think— I need a couple minutes to myself,” she said softly.

“Take your time.” He caressed her breast before letting go. “Your stuff’s in the bathroom.”

Diana rolled to the side and stood up, glancing over her shoulder. Bright hot sunlight filled the bedroom now. She was aware of her nudity and Brendan’s appreciative eyes on her exaggerated curves, and to her amazement, she didn’t feel any need to hide her body. Instead, the question she’d been waiting to ask burst out.

“You planned everything, didn’t you? What Ian said to me in the pool last night was all an act.”

“What did Ian say to you in the pool?” Brendan looked up at her curiously. She had to remind herself that even if the twins didn’t keep any secrets from each other, they weren’t telepathic.

“He called me a goody-two-shoes and an uptight priss, a buttoned-up ice princess who thinks she’s better than everyone else, and said he hadn’t talked to me in years because I hadn’t talked to him.”

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