“Exactly, but that doesn’t change the fact that we have a deadline to meet. Lena already sent out the invitations. The unveiling party is happening whether we’re ready or not, so we have to be ready.”
“Yeah, yeah.” Jackson grabbed a hammer. “Well, let’s get cracking then.”
They’d worked diligently, side by side, for nearly an hour when Ethan realized he was the only one actually working. He looked up to see Jackson staring off into the distance with a goofy, half-dazed grin on his face.
“She’s really amazing, isn’t she?” Jackson shook his head as if in disbelief and got back to work, that dazed look still lingering on his features.
Ethan had never seen his brother act this way, had never seen that warm, almost wistful, look in the depths of his green eyes or the way just the corners of his lips turned up into a tiny, barely perceptible smile. It could mean only one thing.
“You love her, don’t you?”
Jackson’s posture suddenly straightened and he coughed as if he just choked on his own spit. “What?”
“You can’t fool me, Jackson. I think you’ve finally fallen for someone other than yourself.”
“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Lily. That look on your face, the way you’re all moony eyed. You love her.” He, and the entire town of Liebling most likely, never thought this day would come, the day when a woman finally caught the heart of the infamous Jackson Stone, a self-proclaimed bachelor for life, not that that would even be possible. In Liebling, no one stayed single forever.
“I’m not moony eyed. And I don’t lo—” Jackson swallowed as if something, perhaps the word love itself, had become lodged in his throat. “Anyway, what difference does it make how I feel when you love her enough for the both of us?”
Ethan shook his head. Classic Jackson. What was he going to do with his twin? Well, it didn’t really make a difference. He knew Jackson would come around eventually. He had to. Ethan didn’t think it was possible for him to love someone so much and not have his twin love her, too. He knew in his heart that Jackson loved Lily, whether he wanted to admit it to himself or not.
Ethan stapled the last piece of loose fabric onto the chaise Lily had designed. Inspired by the Le Corbusier chaise lounge, this one was strong enough to accommodate more than just lounging. He’d never made furniture like this before, all modern and streamlined. While he appreciated Lily’s modern aesthetic, Ethan’s tastes leaned more toward the traditional. He liked good, solid hardwood carved by strong and knowing hands, not machines. And while there would be a few of these kinds of pieces in the rooms, the majority had to be stainless steel and cutting-edge fabrics like the zero-porosity, heavy-weight rip-stop nylon he had just finished stapling in place.
Try saying that five times fast.
A warm breath against the back of his neck caught his attention.
“I didn’t even hear you come in.” Ethan turned his head and smiled at the woman beside him, the woman he’d waited practically his entire life for, and now he had her.
“I like the way you’re handling that staple gun,” Lily whispered into his ear with a breathy chuckle. Ethan dropped the gun and whipped around to pull Lily up against his body. She seemed to melt right into him, her soft curves molding perfectly into the hard planes of his chest. “Is it finished?”
“Sweetheart, I haven’t even begun.” Ethan pulled her even closer and pressed soft kisses along her jawline. He hooked his thumb into the waistband of her skirt.
“I meant the chaise, but this is much better.” Lily exhaled a husky moan.
“The chaise is done. Do you want to test it out?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
With Lily’s legs wrapped securely around him, Ethan bent down and brushed off any stray sawdust from the chaise before setting her down. She squealed as it rocked back. The chaise’s incline could be adjusted and then locked with two knobs on either side.
Ethan reached to the locking mechanism when Lily’s hand stilled him. “No, leave it. I like the rocking.” A devilish grin lit up her face as she pulled her legs around his torso and directed him back to his rightful place between the apex of her thighs. “It didn’t occur to me to use the chaise this way, but I rather like it.”
“And I rather like the way you look on it.”
“That goes double for me.” Jackson nudged Ethan out of the way. “Except, I can think of one way to make this picture perfect.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Ethan watched as his twin took over, not that he minded. That was Jackson’s way, and Ethan was more than happy to indulge his twin in his desire to be the one in charge, even though when it came down to it, Ethan was the one who was actually in control. Besides, he was a man who had everything he wanted—the perfect woman for him and his brother to share.
Jackson lifted Lily up and took her place on the chaise, positioning their woman to straddle him. “Ooh, this is comfortable. Good job, Ethan. Your craftsmanship is impeccable.” Jackson winked at him over Lily’s shoulder.
“I think you’d be even more comfortable without these jeans on.” Lily tugged on Jackson’s belt, loosening the leather band under the buckle. Ethan might have felt jealous, except Lily chose that moment to turn and land her beautiful blue eyes on him, beckoning him toward her with a crooked finger. “And I think I’d be more comfortable if I didn’t have this shirt on. Do you know anyone who could help me with that, Ethan?”
It was great to see Lily this way, so open and playful. Ethan pulled her shirt over her head, watching the way her long braid fell between her shoulder blades and pointed down her back, leading his gaze to the two adorable dimples peeking above the hem of her skirt.
He unclasped her bra and reached to cup her breasts as they tumbled out of the lacy material. Her breath hitched when the rough pads of his thumbs grazed her pebbled nipples.
Lily arched her back with a low moan and adjusted her skirt around Jackson’s abdomen. When she settled back down, Jackson’s eyes rolled to the back of his head.
“Oh, holy hell. You’re not wearing any panties.” Jackson lifted her skirt up above her waist. Ethan peeked around and noticed the slick pool of womanly fluids that had collected on Jackson’s stomach.
“I was wondering when you’d notice.” Lily rocked her pussy against Jackson’s body, spreading her juices all over him. Ethan could not take another moment of just watching.
He dipped his fingers in her cunt and groaned at the hot slickness inside her tight sheath, the evidence of her arousal coating his fingers. He rubbed her juices against her asshole and then around his cock. Lily was so utterly wet for them, they didn’t need any other form of lube, and Ethan could not help but feel a sense of pride at that fact.
Jackson’s hand on her thigh stilled Lily’s movements. “Wait, don’t we have a deadline to make? This furniture isn’t going to build itself…”
Lily turned her head and looked at Ethan with a roll of her eyes.
Ethan smiled, and then an idea came to him. “Quality control?”
“Whatever. I don’t need an excuse to be with my men on furniture I personally designed explicitly for fucking.”
“The woman’s got a point,” Ethan said.
“Works for me.” Jackson unbuttoned his jeans and pushed down the elastic of his boxers, unfurling his erection. Lily maneuvered herself onto it and sat down with what looked like little resistance.
Ethan quickly undressed and steadied himself behind his woman, pressing his cock against the tight rosebud nestled between her ass cheeks. She moaned, angling her ass toward him even as she pumped herself on Jackson’s penis.
She was so primed and ready for them, so eager, Ethan knew that if this furniture could survive their lovemaking, it would make it through anything the tourists staying at The Sweet Spot could dish out.
Quality control, indeed.
* * * *
Lily squeezed her legs around Jackson, loving the way his musc
led hips dug into the soft flesh of her thighs, the pressure increasing with every thrust Ethan made as he worked his magic behind her. The dual sensation of twin cocks inside her was pure heaven. Being joined with them felt so natural, it baffled her as to why she had resisted them for so long.
She concentrated on the pleasure coiling inside her belly and the impending orgasm that threatened to tear her apart. Her heartbeats quickened in her chest as she chased her climax. The chaise she had designed rocked along with the rhythm Ethan and Jackson made as they sandwiched her between their hard bodies, now slicked with sweat.
Sex had never felt this good, and she had to wonder how much of it had to do with her skills as a sex furniture designer. As much as she would have liked to pat herself on the back, she knew it was the chemistry that sizzled between her and the twins that made all the difference. When the three of them were together, it was positively electric.
“Lily,” Jackson grunted beneath her. “I must admit, this fancy chair you made is incredible.”
“It’s not a chair, you ass. It’s a chaise lounge,” Ethan said emphatically. Lily had to smile.
“Thanks for appreciating the difference, Ethan. Now, the both of you, shut up while we let the chaise and your hot bodies rock mine into pure ecstasy.”
Jackson let out a chuckle, but that was the only noise—besides grunts, moans, and pants—that came out of either man’s mouth for the duration of their lovemaking.
With even thrusts, each man pumped inside her like a well-oiled machine custom built for her body and hers alone. Their skin slid against each other’s until Lily felt they were melding as one. As this thought lingered in her mind, her pleasure climbed higher and higher until it finally hit. Her orgasm exploded, her pussy clamping down on Jackson’s cock and milking him for his release. She loved it when they all came simultaneously, and her men rarely failed her, though they usually waited until her second one overcame her.
Ethan and Jackson continued fucking her like animals, and they easily coaxed a second orgasm out of her. It hit her full force, making the first one seem more like an appetizer compared to this, the all-you-can-eat buffet of orgasmic pleasure. It felt so good, so satisfying, so fulfilling. It rocked her from the inside out like an explosion of erotic sparks from every part of her anatomy, from her swollen clit to deep inside her womb and from the tips of her fingers to her toes. Every part of her convulsed in paroxysms of pure pleasure. She could have easily stopped now and would have felt completely sated. But then again, she wouldn’t have minded another one. If her first orgasm was an appetizer and the second was the buffet of gluttony, there should naturally be a third course—dessert, a sweet finale to a sumptuous feast for the senses. Lily didn’t want to be greedy, but…
And then, before she had time to even catch her breath, Ethan flexed his thick cock inside her ass while Jackson’s thumped against her G-spot, and Lily realized her sweet tooth would be satisfied after all. She could now die a happy woman. Her third orgasm seemed to wrap her entire body in tingly, sensual bliss that cascaded over her in slow and calming waves before rocketing her to the heights of ecstatic pleasure. Every synapse in her body caught fire and flashed erotic bliss up and down her entire frame. She could not believe the level of feeling and heightened sensuality she achieved with these two men.
Just as Lily was beginning to come down from her third climax, Ethan and Jackson came in perfect synchronicity. When her insides were coated with the warm streams of unadulterated male virility, she welcomed it with her whole heart.
For a moment Lily lost herself, forgetting who she was and where she was, but not whom she was with. No, there was no doubt as to who had mastered her body and her pleasure—Jackson and Ethan Stone, so much like the hard, solid monoliths their surname implied.
Their thrusts slowed until finally Lily could no longer hold herself up, and she let herself fall onto Jackson’s chest. Ethan carefully pulled himself away, and Lily knew he was going to wash himself off and get cleansing wipes for her and his brother. Ethan always liked to clean up first and then cuddle.
Jackson tucked a strand of damp hair from her face to behind her ear and then kissed her cheek. She could feel him smiling as his lips pressed softly against her skin. “Can I talk now, beautiful?”
Lily giggled. “Of course.”
“That was fucking incredible.” He ran his fingers through her hair, carefully working through the tangles. “You are incredible.”
“I second that,” Ethan said as he wiped her backside down with a warm, wet cloth. His caress felt nice against her skin, but it was the sentiment behind his action that really touched her in a place his hands could not reach. Her heart.
Ethan bent down and pressed his lips against her own. He stared into her eyes, not saying a word yet communicating volumes. He loved her. She knew it.
Lily could see herself spending the rest of her life with Ethan and Jackson. And then, an unexpected pain clenched at her chest. Maybe it was the strain from all this physical activity. Or maybe it was guilt. She still hadn’t looked at the letter she’d received from New York. She knew the information within that envelope buried somewhere deep in her purse could shape her future and take her away from the twins.
“Lily, are you okay?” Ethan sat beside her and rubbed her back. His eyes searched hers, and she forced a smile.
“I’m fine. Why?”
“I don’t know. You just had a funny, faraway look all of a sudden, that’s all.”
“Oh, Ethan, leave the poor girl alone. Clearly she’s in shock at the way we rocked her body.” Jackson tilted her chin so she had to look at him and the arrogant yet adorable smile he had plastered on his chiseled face.
Shutting her eyes and turning away, Lily hoped it just seemed like she needed to rest and Ethan would let it go, that he wouldn’t realize she just could not look at him at that moment.
“I think I need some air,” Lily said as she pulled away and started to get dressed. She forced a smile. “Maybe Jackson’s right, and I am in shock. I’ll be back in a minute.”
Lily walked out the door, hoping neither of them would follow her out and headed for The Sweet Spot. She hoped Edie would be there to talk her ear off about organic farming or whatever green cause she was supporting at the moment. That way she could avoid thinking about her own future for at least a little longer.
* * * *
“Where do you think she’s gone off to? You think something’s wrong?” Jackson pulled his pants up around his hips and tucked his cock, now happy and spent, safely in the confines of his jeans. He couldn’t understand why Lily would leave so suddenly, but at least it would give him a chance to get some work done without the distraction of her hot ass and wandering hands.
“What do you mean?” Ethan had already gone back to his workstation and was beginning to assemble an ottoman, which unfolded into two angled wedges. One wedge was bigger than the other, so that the person lying on the larger wedge could be easily penetrated by someone kneeling comfortably on the smaller wedge. The larger wedge also had the added benefit of angling the user’s body so that they were at just the right angle to hit the G-spot, if it was a woman, or the prostate, if it was a man. Not that Jackson knew anything about the latter. He was, however, more than willing to experiment with the former.
“I can’t really pinpoint anything specific…” Jackson lowered his voice, and he walked over to his twin. “It’s just that sometimes she gets this funny look in her eyes or something, like she’s preoccupied or maybe even hiding something.”
“What? Don’t be ridiculous. What would Lily possibly hide from us?”
“I don’t know, but even you said she seemed a little off just now.”
Ethan shrugged. “It was probably nothing. Or maybe you were right. The girl’s in shock from your sexual prowess, right?” Jackson didn’t miss the sarcasm in his voice, but he knew whatever he sensed, Ethan did, too. He just didn’t want to admit it. “If anything, Lily’s always been a straight
shooter, and we’ve never been closer. I think what’s really going on is classic Jackson finding an excuse to ruin a good thing.”
“I don’t try to ruin shit. So what if I don’t stick with one woman for too long? Maybe I haven’t found the right one yet.”
Ethan frowned. “And what about Lily? You don’t think she’s the right one?”
“Maybe a right one doesn’t exist. And let’s not make this about me.”
Now it was Jackson’s turn to frown. He hated when simple conversations with his brother turned into complicated, soul-searching quests to find the deeper meanings in life and personal relationships. What was wrong with just having fun?
Jackson shrugged. “I don’t think it even matters what I think because you’re clearly sure enough for the both of us. I think Lily’s great, maybe damn near as perfect as any one woman can be, but that’s not my point. I just can’t shake this gut feeling that something’s not quite right. Something is on her mind.” He gazed back at the entrance of the workshop, half expecting her to pop in and start pulling her bossy routine. He would never say it out loud, but he liked it when she got a little demanding. The woman knew what she wanted, and Jackson had to admit he found that pretty sexy.
“Yeah, something is on her mind. The unveiling next week. This means a lot to her, more than I think you or I can even know. So how about we stop this asinine conversation and finish what we have to do to stay on track? Every minute we stand around jawing is another minute behind schedule.”
“Geez, you’re starting to sound just like her, brother.” Jackson chuckled and shook his head. “She’ll have you completely whipped in no time.”
“Doing the right thing by our woman isn’t being whipped, asshole. Now shut up and do something other than stand there.”
“Maybe she would be here right now if this all means so much to her.”
“I bet she went to talk to Edie and Lena for a bit, and I’ll bet you dinner tonight it’s about next week. Cut her some slack.” Ethan rolled his eyes, clearly irritated and growing more impatient by the second. But that was Jackson’s game. Pushing cool-as-a-cucumber Ethan right to the very edge of losing his cool. Ethan was about to say something when Jackson held up his hand.
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