by D. L. Roan
She surrendered. There was nothing inside her that was prepared, willing or able to resist what they were offering.
She framed Carson’s face with her hands and drew him to her, crushing her mouth to his. The heat from Connor’s body disappeared from behind her, along with her towel. She heard a muted splashing of water in the distance, but it was hardly a distraction as Carson backed her against the wall.
His hands were everywhere, gripping, kneading. Deeper and deeper, his tongue probed and tasted, demanding more with each assault on her mouth. A deep groan rumbled through his chest before he broke the kiss and dipped his head to take one bare breast into his mouth.
There were no teasing strokes as she’d imagined earlier. His mouth opened wide and covered nearly her entire breast, sucking eagerly with a starving passion she’d never experienced before.
She threaded her fingers into his long hair and fed him more, her other breast already aching for his attention. Another pleasing grunt was the only warning she got before he cupped her bare backside and hoisted her up as he had before. She held on for dear life and wrapped her legs around his waist, arching her back as he found her other breast and began his assault anew. The cold wall at her back disappeared and was quickly replaced by another wall of hot, hard muscle.
“Beautiful,” Connor whispered into her ear, the tip of his tongue tracing her earlobe before he sucked it between his lips again, sending a shiver racing over her arms. “I’ve missed you.”
Her head fell back onto Connor’s shoulder. She turned to look at him and the wanting expression in his eyes melted her from the inside out. “I’ve missed you, too.” He lowered his head and captured her lips in a searing kiss as powerful as Carson’s, but different. Carson was all male, rough and raw passion. Connor felt like coming home.
Carson loosened his grip on her hips and eased her down until her feet touched the floor. Connor turned her in his arms and crushed her against his naked body. The hard length of his erection pressed against her belly, long and straining between them. Like Carson’s, his hands were everywhere, gripping her flesh, kneading her taut muscles in a sensual massage that left her legs weak and shaking as he kissed her.
She was near collapse when Connor walked her backwards towards the bed and tumbled down onto the mattress with her. The weight of his body atop hers took her breath away. Not because he was too heavy. He was perfect and hot and she loved the feeling of being pinned beneath him, unable to escape even if she wanted to.
She opened her thighs and cradled him between them, feeling him pressing against her as he had in the field that day, only without the barrier of their clothes. He threaded his fingers with hers and trapped her hands on either side of her head as he stretched out above her, his mouth, his tongue tasting every square inch he could reach before finding her lips again and consuming her mouth with renewed passion.
“I’ve dreamed of this for weeks,” Connor said, giving her bottom lip a seductive nip before his tongue darted out and licked the sting away.
She closed her eyes and let his words and his kisses mingle with all the times she’d fantasized about this very moment. She’d dreamed of this day for years, but nothing could have prepared her for what it really felt like to have him—have them both—naked and touching her the way they did in her dreams.
The bed dipped. She turned her head and found Carson, naked from head to toe, kneeling beside her. The look in his eyes was so ravenous she had to look away and found herself staring at his impressive erection instead.
Long and rigid, it curved out from his dark blond curls and strained towards his navel, the tip dark and broad. He wrapped his long fingers around the base of the shaft and slid it upwards in one long stroke, caressing the tip before he reversed course and stroked it again.
Connor released her hands and trailed kisses along her jaw. “You’re such a surprise,” he whispered, his kisses trailing back to her mouth. She turned her head back and found him gazing down at her in wonderment. “I’ve waited my entire life for you, and you’ve been here this whole time.”
Breezy’s heart lurched into her throat, a sharp ache blooming in her chest. I’ve waited for you, too.
Her deepest, darkest secret remained unspoken as Connor slid down her body, his mouth trailing loving kisses between her breasts, her belly, her hip. His arms wrapped around her thighs and held them apart as he buried his nose in her wet heat and took a slow, shuddering breath. “Irresistible,” he said on a long, satisfied sigh.
Her hips came off the bed at the first touch of his tongue, hot and silky against her most sensitive flesh. She opened her mouth to drag in a much needed breath, when Carson’s lips touched hers. She opened her eyes to see him hovering above her, his long hair free from its tie and hanging like a curtain around his face. “I’m so sorry, darlin’. Can you forgive me?”
Forgive him for what? For being human? For being devastated when Charlotte died? For loving his family and giving into the anger he’d felt when they’d been hurt?
She caressed his cheeks and looked into his regretful, green eyes. She searched out the hurting man behind them and opened her heart, inviting him in to feel the truth he needed. “There’s nothing to forgive.”
Carson’s eyes closed, his breath rushing out in a relieved sigh. His forehead dropped against hers, his lips curling into a quivering smile. “What can I do?” he asked, his eyes alight with mischief when they opened. “What makes you feel good?”
Connor pressed his tongue deep inside her and Breezy bowed beneath Carson at the exquisite feeling.
“Kiss me,” she breathed and pulled Carson to her. She adored the way he kissed, all consuming and demanding. He devoured her moans as Connor’s tongue lashed at her sensitive flesh.
A hand skimmed over her breasts, Connor’s or Carson’s she didn’t know. As her orgasm built, she lost track of who was where. The only thing of which she was certain was that she was drowning in the pleasure they were lavishing on every part of her body.
“Let go, darlin’.” Carson’s voice anchored her to the bed.
“Oh God, don’t stop,” she panted as Connor’s fingers pressed inside her, his tongue flicking wildly against her clit. “How do you know how to do that so perfectly?”
“We have a lot of tricks up our sleeves,” Carson said, his hand traveling down to join Connor’s. Fingers and mouths and tongues all danced over her flesh, sucking, pressing, swirling, penetrating until a deep throb pulsed to life deep inside her.
Her hips bucked. Her back arched and she opened her mouth to scream, but nothing came out. Connor’s hot tongue probed inside her once more and she shattered into a million pieces.
Chapter Nineteen
Connor glanced up and over Breezy’s outstretched body as he drank in her release. Did she have any idea how beautiful she was? Her wet hair clung to her face. Her breasts were an enticing shade of pink from their kisses, her nipples hard and straining for more. Her skin was damp with sweat and she made the most stimulating mewling sounds when she came. And good God she tasted like heaven.
As she continued to throb and pulse around his fingers, he took the opportunity to appreciate the moment, to commit every image, every sound, every scent and taste to memory. He never wanted to forget the first time he and his brother made love with the woman they would spend the rest of their lives loving. Not that he ever would.
On the drive into town, Carson had told him about what happened in the park, about her brother and the things Grey had shared with him. He’d been ready to pull over and beat the hell out of him for trying to run her out of town—and if Breezy hadn’t forgiven him, he still would have—but Carson had apparently been kicking his own ass hard enough for the both of them.
None of that mattered now. Carson knew the truth. They wanted Breezy and she wanted them both. The rest could wait. He, on the other hand, couldn’t wait another second to claim her.
Her orgasm waning, Connor released her legs and Breezy rolled onto her s
ide in a boneless heap. Carson stretched out behind her and drew her back against him, pillowing her head on his outstretched arm.
He snagged the condoms Carson had tossed on the bed and stretched out in front of her, sandwiching her between them as he and Carson took turns lavishing her with kisses until her breathing returned to normal.
“Your skin is so soft,” he said, trailing his fingers along her lean curves, over her hip and thigh.
“Hmm.” She smiled, her eyes still closed in blissful repose. “That tickles.”
Connor grinned, catching Carson’s glance and reading his mischievous thoughts. She was ticklish. They were going to have fun with that.
“That was amazing.” She sighed, her arms stretching out above her like a Cheshire cat, placing her plump breasts in the most perfect position. Connor leaned in and placed an open-mouthed kiss on the closest one, drawing her nipple back into a tight bud he could flick and tease with his tongue.
Breezy groaned and pressed herself against him, feeding his lust. He took another long draw and rolled her nipple between his teeth, biting it with the slightest pressure.
“Ah!” Air hissed through her clenched teeth as the pleasurable pain rolled through her body. She flexed her hips and tangled her legs with theirs as she grasped a handful of his hair and held him to her.
“I need another taste of you,” Carson said, capturing her next gasp, savoring the arousal Connor had left on her lips. Something about that, knowing that his brother was tasting her through him, made Connor’s chest swell with pride and solidified his belief that they were meant to share her. Their kiss was so hot, so passionate. He was hypnotized by the sight of their tongues sliding together as Carson commanded their kiss.
Connor flexed his hips, his next breath hissing through his teeth as the tip of his cock slid through her wet heat. Again and again he taunted himself with her silky softness.
Sensing his need, his twin lifted her thighs and guided her leg to rest over Connor’s hip. “Let him inside,” Carson whispered against her lips.
Connor glanced up at his brother in appreciation of his selfless offer. They hadn’t discussed the particulars. They hadn’t discussed anything. They hadn’t even tried to share another woman in so long he didn’t think this was even possible. Considering their lack of experience, he thought they were doing damn good navigating so far, but he wanted Carson to be sure of what he was offering.
“Make love to her,” Carson said with a reassuring nod, reading his apprehension.
Connor gave him an appreciative nod, glancing up at Breezy. “Is that what you want, baby?”
Breezy nodded without hesitation. “I want you both.” Her declaration was punctuated by a flex of her hips, driving her ass back against Carson’s cock.
Carson’s eyes widened. Lust swirled like a maelstrom in his dark pupils as he drew in a ragged breath. “Are you sure you want to take us both?” Carson asked, his gaze still focused on Connor. “We don’t have to go that fast if that’s not something you’re ready for.”
“I’ve wanted this for as long as I can remember.” Her confession rolled off her tongue with a breathy sigh.
He and Carson both froze. Had Matt been right? Had she had such a powerful crush and they’d never noticed?
“Only if you want to,” Breezy said, the doubt Connor heard in her questioning tone snapping him from his shocked state.
“Oh, we want to,” Carson said before he could form the words.
Reaching behind him, Connor grabbed two condoms, handing one to Carson. He peeled himself away from Breezy for what must have been a record-breaking suit-up and pulled her leg back over his hip.
He slid his cock through her slick wet heat again, coating his cock with her arousal before he positioned himself at her entrance. “Breezy,” he gasped and cupping her cheek, tilting her head up to look into her eyes before he pushed inside.
She held his gaze as he moved his hips, pushing past her entrance and sliding inside her all the way to the hilt. Her eyelids fluttered closed. Her mouth opened and she sucked in the same ragged breath he’d just released.
“Oh, fuck.” He couldn’t hold back the whispered curse as her tight pussy gripped his cock, her sweet heat enveloping him like she was made just for him.
Connor studied her face as he pulled out and slid slowly back in, wincing as she drew in another ragged breath and gripped his forearm in a crushing hold.
“Am I hurting you?” He stilled his thrust, his heartbeat stuttering at the thought.
“No.” She shook her head in vehement denial. “Please—ahhh!”
He felt the moment Carson’s finger slipped inside her ass. She bore down on his hand and he followed her, pushing deeper inside her.
“Does that feel good?” Carson asked her, kissing the tip of her shoulder.
“More,” she panted, her grip on his arm loosening, her body relaxing between them.
“Patience,” Carson chuckled. “We don’t have any lube. I don’t want to hurt you.”
She shook her head and reached around behind her, drawing Carson tighter against her. “You won’t hurt me.”
Connor locked gazes with his brother. Were they really doing this? After so many years of waiting? Breezy shifted her hips and he sucked in a harsh breath, the movement pushing his cock deeper. Would he be able to last that long?
Carson pumped his fingers inside her, adding another to stretch her for his cock. He could feel the movement along his shaft through the thin wall of flesh between them. The sensation was bizarre, but Breezy’s pleasured groan was enough to distract him. When Carson was done, Connor pressed his fingers into her hip and anchored himself inside her as Carson shifted into place.
“Are you sure?” Carson asked.
Connor thought he was asking Breezy, but when he glanced up, he found Carson’s questioning gaze locked onto him. Connor gave him a quick nod. Of course he was sure.
“Please,” she panted and flexed her hips once more.
Connor held her face in his hands and kissed her. Their tongues met and it was like he’d never kissed another soul. Familiar and warm and welcoming, she kissed him back in a way that left no doubt she was his.
“Tell me to stop, Breezy, and I swear I will.” Carson said, bracing his chin on the top of her shoulder.
She nodded, their lips parting as she sucked in a long breath through her nose.
Carson pushed against her hole and Breezy tensed, her pussy once again clamping around his cock like a vice.
“Breathe,” Connor coached her.
“Try to relax your muscles and bear down on my cock,” Carson said with a grunt.
Breezy nodded and he felt the pressure ease around his cock, followed by a rush of hot arousal. “Christ, Car. Whatever you just did, do it again.”
Carson’s lips flattened into a harsh line, his eyes squinted closed as he pressed farther and then suddenly he was inside, his cock pressed against Connor’s.
“Fuuuuuuuuuck!” They groaned in unison.
He opened his eyes to see Breezy biting her lower lip. “Baby, breathe,” he said, taking her face into his hands again. He pressed his forehead to hers and breathed with her as Carson began to move.
She moaned low and long, her body tensing up between them. “More,” she demanded, groaning when Carson pressed farther.
“Baby, please tell me when I can move,” he pleaded. The feel of Carson moving alongside him was weird, but it was also fulfilling, knowing they were claiming her together. Not being able to move with him, however, was killing him!
“Now,” she said and flexed her hips, working them both inside her.
Connor pulled out slowly and Carson’s eyes lit up, locking onto him as he slid almost all the way out. Yeah, it just got real, bro. When he pushed back in, Carson pulled out and Breezy arched between them.
“Ahhh,” she hissed, throwing her head back on another long sigh. “So much.”
He and Carson fell into an easy rhythm. He closed his e
yes and lost himself in the intensity as the tempo built, in and out, over and over. For the first time in years they were on the same beat, feeling the same song, the woman between them like a bridge guiding them back to where they began.
“I never—this—you feel—so good,” Carson whispered into her ear.
His words exactly. Connor would have said them aloud if he could remember how to speak. Apparently the brain cells responsible for that function were suffocating from acute blood loss as every ounce of blood in his body rushed to his cock.
“I won’t last much longer,” Carson panted against Breezy’s cheek. He searched out Breezy’s hand and guided it between them. Lacing their fingers together, he began a slow swirl around her clit.
“Yes!” she cried out.
Connor devoured her scream as he and Carson were swept into an uncontrollable rhythm. His climax rolled in fast. Every thrust pushed him closer and closer to the edge. Carson faltered, the smooth riff they’d created breaking apart into two separate beats. He gripped her thigh and held on tight as the familiar zing of his orgasm latched onto his balls and squeezed, flooding through his cock and hurling him into oblivion.
“Uuhaahhh!” He groaned as he came, hard and fast.
“Fuck me,” Carson panted, his hips still pumping. “Oh fuck, yes!” He threw back his head and bared his teeth as he came, her pussy contracting and milking the very last drop from Connor’s cock as she writhed between them.
Her body shook and shuddered. Or maybe that was him. He couldn’t tell who was who anymore. Everything ran together; their bodies, their past, a new future, their music, the connection to his twin that he’d missed for so damn long, all swirling around them like one big storm.
They lay there together, arms and legs tangled, bodies sated, their muscles burning and exhausted. The sweat that covered his body had begun to cool when the mattress shifted and Carson rolled away.
