My Twin Trouble (Middlemarch Shifters Book 15)

by Shelley Munro

  Kiera was special and she—not Maggie—fit them perfectly.

  Joe must have sensed Sly halting. He lifted his head and their gazes met. Joe’s brows rose in a silent question. Then understanding filled Joe’s face. He sensed his twin’s thoughts.

  “Hey, are you guys still there?” Kiera half sat before Joe grinned at Sly. Together they grasped one shoulder each and propelled her back, flat on the mattress.

  “We’re here,” Joe said.

  “We’d never run out on you or pull a stupid prank while you were blindfolded,” Sly added.

  Kiera wrinkled her nose. “But you’d pull a prank when I could see?”

  Sly grinned. “Maybe, but not today.” He angled his mouth over hers and kissed her, keeping the contact light and exploratory. His cock ached against the unforgiving denim of his jeans yet he ignored the nagging pain. Despite his need for Kiera, Joe mightn’t let him touch her again. He had to prepare for that and take the rejection like an adult. He traced the seam of her lips, and she opened for him with a soft sigh. Sly swallowed the crisp, wine flavor of her breath, gradually deepening the contact. Their tongues tangled in a lazy dance, rasping and parting only to return again. He tested the hardness of her teeth, the contrasting softness of her inner cheeks before pulling back.

  Sly couldn’t remember enjoying a kiss quite as much. His fingers tangled in her hair as he went in for a second kiss. This time he kissed with more confidence, one kiss sliding into another. He tugged on her hair to the point of pain and she kept kissing him, letting out a whimper of protest when he separated their lips. He lifted his head to find Joe staring at them. Sly’s gut bucked until his twin winked.

  “Bastard,” Sly muttered.

  Joe grinned and gestured at her breasts. This time, Sly took the time to tease while he explored and he sensed his twin doing the same thing. He licked from base to tip with an unhurried rasp of his tongue then twirled his tongue around her tight nipple. Finally, he drew it into his mouth and applied suction.

  “Oh God,” Kiera said in a strangled voice. “Ambar tried to tell me how amazing this was.”

  “You girls talk about sex?” Joe asked.

  Sly let up on the mouth action and lifted his head, wanting to hear the answer.

  “Of course.”

  “And they say men gossip,” Sly muttered.

  “Don’t you?” Kiera asked.

  “We’d never discuss what happens in the bedroom with you,” Sly said firmly. She had to realize her reputation was safe in their hands. While some locals might gossip, it would be pure speculation. No rumors would ever come from them.

  “We’ve never discussed our sex life,” Joe said.

  “I’ve heard stuff,” Kiera said, her tone doubting.

  Sly gave her nipple a sharp tug. “Only very general stuff. Supposition.”

  “Don’t you think her nipples would look good with clamps?” Joe said, giving her other nipple a tweak.

  Kiera moaned, and the twins grinned at each other. It was almost like old times, yet this instance felt extra special simply because it was Kiera and he was with his brother again.

  Sly inhaled and caught the scent of her arousal. He sent a questioning look at Joe and at his brother’s nod, he moved down the bed with greater purpose. She tensed when he trailed his hand over her rib cage and paused to taste a freckle right near her hipbone.

  “Open up, babe,” Joe whispered.

  Sly glanced up Kiera’s body to see her take Joe’s cock inside her mouth. His gut bucked as he watched, entranced by her eagerness. He could almost feel her sexy lips wrapped around his own dick. He imagined the heat and the rasp of her tongue as it rubbed back and forth over his sweet spot.

  Joe pushed his shaft deeper into the heat of her mouth, his attention focused in the same place as Sly’s.

  She made a garbled grumble of pleasure around Joe’s cock, making Sly wonder what noises she’d make when he licked her pussy. Only one way to find out. Sly went back to his exploring, the spicy tang of her arousal driving him onward. Her hips jerked when he licked down the crease between her torso and leg. He inhaled carefully, controlling his urge to dive right in. Memories. That’s what he wanted. He knew the sex between them would be good, but he wanted to recall their first time in the years to come.

  He bypassed her sex and nibbled the tender skin of her inner thighs. A distinct groan came from her and she splayed her thighs, lifting her pelvis in silent submission.

  Sweet. So sweet. Sly let his gaze study her pussy, the slick folds and swollen pink flesh. His tongue darted out to lick his lips, imagining the tart juices bursting across his taste buds. A muscle in his jaw jumped and he finally let himself move closer. His tongue left a damp track on her thigh. He rimmed her entrance, a barely there lap of tongue, holding himself in tight check.

  A rough growl vibrated in his chest, more feline than human. As if to emphasize the point, his feline stretched beneath his skin, and Sly had to lift his head and fight for control.

  “Don’t stop,” Kiera gasped.

  “Hey,” Joe protested. “Put your mouth back right where it was.” He hissed when she obeyed immediately, sucking his cock between her lips, her cheeks hollowing.

  Smiling, Sly ran his tongue up her slit and enjoyed it so much he repeated the motion in the opposite direction. Her sweet flavor flowed over his tongue, tempting him to delve deeper and experience her flavor more fully. He tongued her clit, mouthing it carefully to give her a teasing sensation.

  With each taste and flicker of his tongue, his cock grew harder until he wondered if his jeans might rip under the strain. Groaning, he palmed his erection, attempting to relieve the pressure.

  “Take them off, Sly. Wait until you feel Kiera’s pussy hugging your cock. You’ll like it.”

  “Are you sure? Both of you.” Sly didn’t want this to be a pity fuck.

  “Is Sly still dressed?” Kiera demanded.

  Joe smirked at her tone. “His zipper is probably tattooed on his dick.”

  “I won’t last long once I get inside you.”

  “No problem,” Kiera said. “You’re talented with your hands and your mouth. You won’t leave me hanging.”

  A quiver worked through Sly.

  “Take them off,” Joe ordered.

  Shrugging, Sly rose from the bed and gingerly unfastened his jeans. He maneuvered the denim and his boxer-briefs down his hips. A sigh of relief eased from him when his cock sprang free. He kicked the clothes aside and gripped his shaft in his right hand, stroking it to relieve the worst of the ache in his balls. His palm slid easily across the damp crown and a shudder worked through him.

  “Ease back on the suction, babe,” Joe said. “Sly is taking his time.”

  Sly stroked his cock again. Damn. That was good but it would feel better yet. He glanced at Joe, received an encouraging nod and crawled onto the mattress.

  “Condoms?” he asked.

  “She’s on birth control,” Joe said.

  Sly shivered. Tight, wet flesh hugging his cock with no barrier between them. Fuck. He couldn’t think of anything better. His hand trembled as he directed his cock to her pussy. He inched forward a fraction, a rush of emotion filling him when her wet heat caressed him. The simple pleasure of male and female joining. A groan tightened his throat while his heart lurched with a painful jolt.

  Sly pushed forward, going deeper until he felt the grooves of her pussy, massaging the length of his cock. Balls-deep, he paused to savor her heat. Her sheath rippled around him and suddenly he was moving. Hard, urgent strokes that shifted Kiera up the bed. The clawing tension in him tightened until he walked the slim border between pleasure and pain. He tried to hold back his climax, tried to make it good for Kiera but it was useless. He hadn’t been with a woman for ages. His balls tightened and the pleasure tore through him in an orgasmic rush, ripping down his cock in painful spurts.

  Kiera twisted against him while sucking off Joe. His scent mingled with theirs in a way that felt righ
t and natural.

  When his cock finally stopped the frantic jerks, he pulled out of her. Joe was thrusting into her mouth now and Sly wanted Kiera to find her pleasure too. He went straight for her clit, tonguing the nub until it swelled even more. With slow, determined laps of his tongue and pressure from his lips, he teased her. She trembled, made a sharp cry around Joe’s cock and came.

  Sly registered Joe’s groan and assumed he’d shot down Kiera’s throat. God, he’d give anything to repeat this again and again, as often as Joe and Kiera would let him.

  With a final loving lick, he eased away and moved up the bed.

  Joe removed the blindfold and Sly’s heart skipped a beat while he waited for Kiera’s reaction.

  “I’m tired,” she said. “Can we go to sleep in here?”

  Time for him to leave the pair alone. He rose, but Joe reached over and grabbed his arm. “Where the hell are you going?”

  “I thought you’d want time alone,” Sly said.

  “Stay.” Kiera’s jaw opened in a wide yawn.

  Sly sought a reaction from Joe.

  “Stay. Sleep with us.” Joe confirmed Kiera’s words.

  “Are you sure?”

  “Look, I was an ass before,” Joe said. “I didn’t want to share because we’ve always done everything together. We’ve shared every new experience and I wanted something of my own. I was wrong. What we did now felt right.”

  An obstruction stopped Sly from speaking. He coughed in an effort to clear his throat. “For the record, my experiment in doing something alone was a bust. Jail was the worst experience of my life. You have no idea… Words can’t express…” Sly trailed off, unable to go on. He’d hated the helplessness while locked up in jail, the way he’d battled with his feline the entire time to keep control.

  “Can you quit the babble? I wanna go to sleep.”

  Sly grinned at Joe, his heart lighter. They might not have worked out everything but they’d made a start.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Joe took ages to drop off to sleep, his mind busy with the events of the day. When Sly had taken Kiera, he hadn’t experienced jealousy or resentment. Instead, Kiera’s pleasure filled his mind while the mental presence he always experienced with his brother only served to enhance the encounter.

  He’d been wrong.

  Maybe they could live as a threesome.

  Although he and Sly should have separate interests, they needed the comfort of knowing they had each other’s backs. They required freedom to experiment yet also the ability to surrender to the powerful currents surging between the three of them.

  Joe sniggered mentally. He and Sly never did things the uncomplicated way. Why should they start now?

  They’d taken the first step and they had the luxury of time to become a tight unit. He glanced across the bed. Sly slept with his body pressed against Kiera’s back, his arm curved around her waist.

  Most nights Sly rose and left the house. Tonight he’d settled in for the duration.

  Joe stared at them for longer, wondering if another surge of jealousy would jump him. It never happened.

  Hours later, Joe’s eyes popped open. Time to start the chores. He hadn’t slept much. The situation affected both him and Kiera. It was easier for him since Sly had always been a part of his life. If Kiera wanted Sly too, he’d accept his twin, but Sly had to remain faithful to Kiera. He couldn’t sleep around. As for an official mating between Kiera and Sly, he’d let Kiera set the pace. It wasn’t right to force his brother on his mate. Sly would understand. If he didn’t agree, he’d have to leave. There were no other options.

  Joe climbed out of bed and pulled on the first pair of jeans he scooped off the floor. He padded to the kitchen and started the coffee, scratching his chest and yawning. He stared blearily at the coffeepot and decided to go and feed the dogs.

  When he returned, Sly and Kiera were both showered and dressed and in the kitchen. Kiera had started breakfast while Sly was busy making sandwiches since they intended to work at the back of the farm for most of the day.

  “Morning,” Joe barked. He’d wondered if he might still find them in bed, making love. Relieved or confused? Fuck! Hell if he knew.

  “You don’t sound certain about that,” Sly said.

  “Didn’t sleep much.” Truth.

  Kiera’s blue eyes held anxiety when she searched his face. “Problem?”

  Joe closed the distance between them, placing his hands on her shoulders and rubbing his cheek against hers in a smooch. “No problems, babe. I had a lot on my mind.” A note of flowers struck him first. He leaned closer and inhaled the sweetness of her. Laundry powder scented her overalls and the fabric still bore a touch of oil. She made the shapeless garment sexy.

  “I can move out. Emily won’t mind me staying with them.”

  “No.”

  “No!”

  Joe and Kiera spoke at the same time. A united front.

  “I—we, don’t want you to leave,” Joe said. “And I’m not gonna tell you to stay again. If you still think you should leave, then go. I won’t stop you.”

  “Joe.” Reproach glinted in Kiera’s eyes. “We all need to adjust.”

  “I want to stay,” Sly said. “What I don’t want is to push my way in if one or both of you has objections.”

  There was one way to settle Sly’s unease. Sly and Kiera needed to spend time together without him around. He’d organize it subtly, make their meeting seem natural. Yeah, the tractor would need some urgent repairs later in the day. Lucky the perfect mechanic lived nearby.

  “Then stay.” Kiera checked her watch and reached up to kiss Joe goodbye. “I promised to meet Ambar for breakfast.” She hesitated and kissed him again, a seductive kiss that pushed Joe’s mind to imagine naked bodies and tangled sheets. Funny how his vision contained three people.

  Kiera picked up her keys, sashayed over to Sly and kissed him too. It was a hesitant kiss—like a first one. They pulled apart and she reached up to pat Sly’s cheek. “See you tonight.”

  She winked at Joe. “Have a productive day.” And with a wave, she disappeared out the door.

  “I love that woman,” Joe said. “Is breakfast ready? Watch out! The bacon is burning.”

  Sly turned his attention to cooking and missed Joe’s smile of satisfaction. Yeah, he might’ve missed out on a few hours sleep but he had a plan.

  * * * * *

  “I slept with both of them.”

  Ambar let out a girlish squeak. “At the same time?”

  Kiera scowled at her best friend. “Shush, you’re attracting attention.”

  “You can’t drop a bomb like that and clam up. Spill.”

  Kiera prodded at her scrambled eggs and gave up the pretense of eating. She set down her knife and fork. “I’ve been trying to ignore it, but I feel something for Sly. I love Joe. We wear each other’s mark, but they’re so much alike. It’s hard to love one and not the other.”

  Ambar sipped her coffee, her expression one of understanding. “And?”

  “Last night we shared a bed.”

  “I take it you didn’t sleep the entire time.”

  “No.”

  Ambar checked the surrounding tables for eavesdroppers and leaned closer. “What were they like?”

  “I’m not telling,” Kiera said, her English coming to the fore. “I don’t ask you about your sex life.”

  “You could,” Ambar said. “I’d tell you, especially since we’re both sleeping with two men at the same time.”

  “How do you get past the hurt feelings, the—I don’t know—jealousy?”

  “Joe would act possessive of you because of your mark. Hari marked Jake before he marked me. I remember when they arrived in Samoa and I noticed their marks, the green-eyed monster jumped out to grab me. Eventually, I realized they’d come for me. Neither were shy about showing me they needed me in their lives. You’re in the early days. If you want out, say so now before you get hurt.”

  “I don’t want out
. I want both of them. When the three of us are together, there’s an extra element to our loving. It feels right.”

  “Go with your gut instinct.”

  “My brothers will have kittens. Matthew will at least.”

  “It’s your life. Don’t let someone else live it for you. I loved my parents but they forced their traditional views on me. They believed in arranged marriages. If they were still alive, neither Rohan nor I would be here in Middlemarch. We wouldn’t be this happy, that’s for sure.”

  “Matthew found out about Joe and me marking each other when he came to dinner last night. He left in a huff.”

  “Your brother is a snob.”

  “Oscar and Tyrone aren’t like Matthew.”

  Ambar spread a thick layer of strawberry jam on her toast. “My advice is to take things at your pace. There’s no hurry. You’re settled in Middlemarch. You love Joe. Take your time with Sly and make sure it’s exactly what you want.”

  “Oh, I want him. I just don’t want to hurt Joe or Sly for that matter. We’ve talked the matter to death.”

  Ambar grinned. “Maybe it’s time for action. Bring out your sexy lingerie and seduce them. Always works for me.”

  “Is that why you look like the cat dining on cream this morning?”

  “Nothing better than hot sex to bring out a sexy glow in a girl.”

  Kiera finished the last of her coffee. “I’d better open up the workshop.” She started to stand and Ambar stilled her with a hand on her arm.

  “If you want to talk, you know where to find me.”

  “Thanks.”

  With a goodbye wave to Tomasine who was manning the counter, Kiera left to start work. Her morning moved rapidly while she worked on the vehicles in her workshop. The radio blared out pop tunes.

  “Hey, Kiera?”

  “Yeah?” She stopped cursing at the stubborn nut, wheeled herself from under a farm vehicle and blinked in the sunlight. “Joe?”

  The smile on his face died. “Sly.”

  “If you’d get out of the sun, I might be able to see you properly,” she said.

  Sly extended his hand and she grasped it to push to her feet. “Are you busy?”

  “Right.” She grinned after looking him up and down. “You are Sly and not Joe trying to trick me.”