by Madison Faye
“Fine,” she mutters, brushing past me and stepping into the safe house.
Gavin half-grins, shaking his head.
“Fuck me,” he mutters with a small laugh.
“Yeah,” I growl back. “This is going to be interesting.”
I follow my brother inside and lock the door before turning back to Charlotte, who’s now standing in the middle of the fairly large loft-style apartment, arms over her chest.
“Look, sorry,” she says quietly.
“For?”
“For being kind of a bitch just now,” she smiles wryly. “And thank you for before, really. I really do owe you my life, I think.”
“No problem,” Gavin says quietly as he walks across the apartment. He steps into a bedroom and comes back out, tossing me something—it’s sweatpants. I chuckle as I pull them on, liking the way Charlotte sort of gasps as I drop the hat from my cock. Gavin walks over, still bare-assed naked, and pulls on a pair himself, and he’s definitely grinning as he catches her eyeing his package too.
Pants on now, we stand before her. Charlotte’s eyes drop to my arm, and she frowns.
“Oh, Jesus, you’re bleeding.”
“It’s fine,” I shrug. “I’ll clean it in a few.”
She just shakes her head. “No, do you have a first aid kit?”
I arch a brow, and she smiles shyly. “I’m a nurse. Come on, we need to get that patched up.”
She doesn’t even wait for an answer, she just takes my hand and drags me towards the bathroom. I follow, glancing back to shrug at Gavin before she pulls me inside, half shutting the door.
“Sit,” she directs, pointing to the toilette. I close the lid and sit down as she rummages under the sink and actually does manage to pull out an old looking first aid kit. She pulls out some peroxide and a small surgical sewing kit, and she frowns.
“This, uh… this might hurt.”
“I’m a big boy.”
She blushes, biting her lip as she wets a wad of toilet paper with the peroxide and brings it up. I grit my teeth as she cleans the graze-wound from the one shot one of the guys back in the hotel was able to squeeze off. The needle is next, and she deftly sews me up in a nice clean line.
“So, those men…” she says quietly as she pulls the last loop through.
“I really don’t know who they were,” I growl.
“And you’re both, what, the mob or something?”
“Irish Syndicate.”
She swallows, biting her lip as she neatly ties off the surgical string. I frown.
“You’re really a nurse, aren’t you?”
She raises a brow. “Did you think I was lying?”
I smile. “No, but you’re not…” my eyes narrow. “You’re not with the FBI, are you?”
She snorts. “Um, what?”
I shake my head. “Figures.”
“I’m sorry, what’s going on?”
“We were watching you because you’ve been watching the interests of our bosses—poking around in affairs and businesses, talking to people in the neighborhood.”
She frowns, quickly shaking her head. “No, I’m just…” she trials off and looks away.
“What?”
“It’s nothing.”
My eyes search for hers, holding them when she finally looks at me.
“Give me something, Charlotte,” I say quietly.
“It’s still weird to me that you knew my name,” she whispers, looking into my eyes.
“Well, now you know ours.”
“And that’s your brother, you said?”
I nod.
“Are you guys twins?”
I chuckle. “Almost. Irish twins. I’m ten months older than Gavin.”
I sigh, standing and towering over her. Charlotte’s breath catches a little, and her face reddens as she looks up into my eyes.
“So?” I say gently. “Help us help you out here. It’s pretty obvious you aren’t with the FBI, so what the hell were you doing poking around—”
“I’m looking for my sister,” she blurts out suddenly.
I frown. “Why were you looking around Southie at Irish pubs and some of those other businesses?”
“Because, there were rumors that these really not good guys—” she looks down. “Irish guys, I think, who were harassing her at work. And these guys are apparently known for getting girls into drugs and then into prostitution. I was worried…” she squeezes her eyes shut, and my jaw clenches as I move into her.
“Not us, Charlotte,” I say quietly, scowling. “Our organization doesn’t have shit to do with stuff like that. No girls, no pimping, none of that shit.”
She looks up and half-smiles. “Well, that’s good to hear. So, I’m not with the FBI…”
I chuckle. “Also, good to hear.”
“And you’re not pimping out my sister or trying to hurt me.”
“Not in the slightest. But you poking around coincided with one of our own disappearing—a good lad named Ash.”
She nods, frowning and looking down as she cleans up the needle and washes her hands in the sink.
“Sorry about your friend,” she says quietly.
“We’ll find him,” I growl.
She nods again. “So, you had me under surveillance?”
“We didn’t know if you were with law enforcement or not,” I growl quietly. “It had to be done.”
She swallows, avoiding my eyes.
“So, like, what kind of surveillance?”
I clear my throat, thinking back to less than an hour ago, when we were watching this fucking goddess touch herself in the shower.
“Just… surveillance.”
“Like following me?”
“A bit, yeah.”
“Were you…” she frowns, biting her lip and still looking down. “Were you bugging me?”
“Like your phone? No.”
She nods. “And what about anything else.”
“Such as.”
She shrugs, avoiding my eyes. “Like, my room, I mean.” She finally looks up, her face red as she meets my eyes. “Were you watching me in my room?”
I don’t hesitate.
“Yes.”
Her face burns hotly.
“So, you saw… I mean, when I was changing…”
“Yes.”
She looks down, her face hot. “Were you just watching the bedroom?”
“No.”
Her eyes widen as she yanks her gaze back to mine. “Wait, were you… I mean… you weren’t…”
“We were,” I growl darkly. “The shower, I mean.”
Her breath catches, her face turning pure crimson. But I just hold her wide-eyed look and move into her, my pulse roaring and my muscles tensing. I move right into her, and she gasps quietly as my hands slide to her waist, holding her like she belongs to me.
“You…” she stammers quietly, her breath coming fast and deep. “When I was…”
“Yes,” I growl.
I lean down, our eyes lock, and before I know it, I’m going in for the kiss, come what may, and damn the fucking consequences. My lips crush to hers, and I half except her to slap me, but damn if she doesn’t melt into me. She moans softly, sinking into me and letting her hands move to my waist as I kiss her slow and deep and hard.
She whimpers into my mouth, gasping as I groan into hers and hold her tight. Her lips part for my tongue, and my pulse races like mad as I fucking lose it with her.
And then suddenly, the bathroom door pushes open.
Charlotte gasps and yanks away from me, touching her lips as her face burns bright red. Her eyes and mine swivel to the door to see Gavin standing there looking amused, a smirk on his face.
“Well, what’s this now?”
“Nothing… I—we—” Charlotte stammers, looking mortified as she turns bright red. Gavin just grins.
“Playing doctor, I see?”
She blushes even deeper, but he just shakes his head.
“Well don’t stop on my a
ccount.”
“I—I should go,” she murmurs.
“No,” Gavin growls, shaking his head. “No, you shouldn’t.”
His voice is firm but soft, hardened by want and desire.
“You should stay, Charlotte,” he purrs softly, stepping into the small bathroom. She gasps quietly, swallowing as she looks up into his eyes, and damn if it isn’t the same look she gave me a minute ago. And right then, it hits me—she’s fighting it, and she feels turned around inside even thinking it. But deep down, on a primal level, she wants both of us. She doesn’t really know what to make of that thought, that much is obvious, but it’s there.
“Kiss him,” Gavin purrs, nodding at me.
“I—”
“You want to,” he growls. “So do it. Kiss my brother, a chroi.”
My heart.
Her breath is coming fast, her chest rising and falling quickly as her eyes dart wildly to mine, like she’s trying to figure out if this is even real or a dream. I decide to help her, and I reach out to slide my hands around her waist again. She gasps as I pull her back into me, flat against my body looking up into my eyes, her face flushed and wild.
“Kiss him,” Gavin groans from right behind her.
She swallows, her eyes lock with mine, and suddenly, we’re falling into each other again. She moans softly as our lips crash together, tongues entwining as I growl into her. My hands tighten on her waist, and my cock throbs rock-hard through my sweats against her stomach.
And then slowly, I pull away. My eyes slide past her to my brother, who’s standing there with a look of pure hunger on his face. His jaw clenched, and his eyes sweep down over her.
“Now him,” I whisper.
Charlotte gasps, loudly.
“W—what?” she croaks out.
“Now him,” I purr. “I want to see you kiss him now.”
She swallows thickly, panting. She turns her head a little, her eyes darting from mine to Gavin’s and then back to me.
“I—”
“You want to,” I growl. “I know you want to, baby. So go ahead. Kiss him too.”
She swallows.
“This is crazy,” Charlotte whispers.
“Crazier than being shot at and running off with two strangers, naked?” Gavin growls.
She bites her lip, looking up at me before slowly, she turns to look at him fully.
“Maybe just as crazy,” she whispers.
“Do you want to kiss me?” he grunts.
She swallows, shivering.
“Charlotte—”
“Yes,” she chokes out.
Gavin growls, stepping into her, and she gasps when his hands slide over her waist where mine just were.
“And I’ve been wanting to kiss you since the fucking second I saw you,” he growls thickly, his blue eyes blazing into hers. “So what are we waiting for?”
He moves in, Charlotte moans, and suddenly, his mouth is crushing to hers, swallowing those moans. She gasps again, clinging to him tightly and melting against him as she kisses him deeply. And fuck me, my cock fucking throbs at the sight. Yeah, there’ve been girls before that we were both with, but it’s never felt like this. It’s never felt so fucking real, and so wild, and like the whole world could explode.
I move before I even know what I’m doing, and Charlotte whimpers into Gavin’s mouth as she feels me slide against her from behind. My lips brush the back of her neck as I push her long blonde hair aside, and she whimpers, pulling away from Gavin to just throw herself into me. Her lips sear to mine, and I hungrily taste them before pulling away again, letting her move back to Gavin.
We move against her, pressing into her, sandwiching her tight between us. Three pulses roar. Three hearts race. And I know nothing in this fucking world could pull us away from her now.
Chapter Four
Charlotte
I’m gasping as they move into me, my pulse spiking and my skin burning hot and tingling. Something wild and wicked—something that I’ve never even come close to feeling before—roars through me, and I moan as I press myself hard into Gavin. His lips sear to mine, his tongue finding mine and making my toes curl as I moan eagerly.
He pulls away, and I gasp as I find my head being gently turned towards Ben, and his lips. I whimper as he kisses me next, my body sparking and burning at the naughtiness of kissing two different men at the same time. Ben’s kiss is similar, but different at the same time—maybe a little deeper, where Gavin’s is a little more fierce. I moan into his mouth, feeling four hands moving over my body, setting me aflame.
This, needless to say, is new for me. Maybe it’s a fantasy I’ve had—maybe—and only in the dead of night, in my most darkest thoughts. But now, it’s real, and happening—two gorgeous, huge, dangerous men putting their hands all over me and trading off kissing me.
I gasp as Ben pulls back from me, turning me until Gavin takes his turn again. I moan into his kiss, our tongues dancing as Ben’s mouth moves back to my neck, making me shiver with heat. Hands find the front of my over-sized shirt, and I whimper as I feel fingers begin to undo the buttons. Yes, they’re huge, and a little dangerous looking, and rough, and built, and there’s two of them. But somehow, I know I could tell them to stop, and they would.
…Yet at the same time, there’s the thrill of wondering if they really would.
But fuck me, there’s no way I’m telling them that, and there’s no way I want this to stop right now. This might be insane, and wild, and fucking nuts, but I can’t stop now. The raw heat burning inside of my body for them won’t let me, and deep down, I know I crave this—I know I want this more than anything.
The hands keep undoing my buttons, until finally, the shirt pulls away and is tugged down my arms. I whimper at the air on my bare breasts, and when I sink against Gavin, I gasp at the feel of my nipples dragging over his bare, muscled chest. Ben moves against my back, and I tremble at the feel of his coiled muscles hot against my skin. His hands skim down my sides, teasing me and making me whimper into Gavin as they grip my bare hips. His lips start to trail down the nape of my neck, and then down between my shoulders…
And then he goes lower.
I whimper, lost in ecstasy as his soft kisses tease down my spine, one bump at a time. His hands pull my hips back as he moves lower, kissing over my hips and then making me gasp as his lips move over one cheek of my ass. My pulse spikes, my tongue swirls harder with Gavin’s, and I moan into his mouth as I feel his brother—my God, they’re bothers, which is so fucking hot and dirty— grip my ass tight and spread me lewdly open for his hungry gaze.
I blush fiercely, knowing he can see all of me. It’s so insanely intimate, especially since I’ve just met them, but somehow, it feels right. He moves in, and my breath catches as I feel his breath tease over my inner thighs.
“Oh fuck,” I gasp into Gavin’s lips.
He growls, his hand sliding over me, one gripping my waist, the other teasing higher to cup my breast and tease my nipple.
“You ever been with two guys, angel?” He purrs the question.
I shake my head, swallowing.
“Tell us to stop, and we’re done here,” he groans tightly.
“I—” I whimper as I feel Ben’s hot breath on my thighs.
“I don’t want you to stop,” I tumble out.
“Good,” Gavin growls. “Cause I’m not even fucking sure we could or would if you did.”
His lips crush to mine, and I melt into him. Suddenly, Ben moves in, and when I feel his mouth press to my pussy from behind, I shudder in pure pleasure, and moan wildly into Gavin’s kiss. He growls, holding me tighter as his brother’s tongue drags slowly and wetly over my lips, making me squeal.
“You like that don’t you?” Gavin groans again my lips. “You like his mouth teasing that wet little cunt, don’t you baby?”
I moan, panting and sinking against his rock-hard chest as Ben’s tongue pushes between my lips to slide into me. I cry out, raking my nails over Gavin’s bulging,
inked biceps as his brother tongues my pussy. I can feel how hard Gavin is too—the huge bulge in his sweats throbbing and pulsing against me. I squeal as Ben’s tongue slides through my pussy lips, pushing deep into me before he drags it back across me until he gets to my clit.
I cry out as he swirls his tongue across my little bud, clinging to his brother and kissing him hungrily. This is absolutely insane, but God help me, I want it all. I know where this could go, with both of them taking me—God, even together. The thought makes my toes curl as a naughty throb of desire spikes through me, and I whimper into Gavin. He kisses me hard before he pulls away, fire in his eyes as they burn into mine.
“I want a taste too.”
Five words, and I swear I could almost come just from hearing them while his brother teases my clit with his tongue. Gavin kisses my neck, and then begins to move down my body, I moan, shivering and clinging to the sink with one hand, reaching back with the other to slide my fingers into Ben’s hair. Gavin moves lower and lower down my body, down over the slopes of my breasts to take a nipple in his mouth. He sucks, making me whimper for more before he moves to the other, and then he moves lower.
His scruff tickles the skin of my belly, which hollows under his tongue and lips. He moves lower, over my belly button until his breath teases over my bare mound. Behind me, Ben pulls away, but suddenly, Gavin is taking his place in the front. His mouth sears to my pussy, and I scream in pleasure as he instantly sucks my clit between his lips and bats it with his tongue.
Ben’s hand slides between my legs from behind, pushing up to run a finger over my lips while his brother tongues my clit. He moves in, his lips peppering my ass with kisses as he sinks a finger deep into my eager pussy. I roll my hips, feeling him plunge it in and out while Gavin sucks my clit, and my whole world starts to melt. Ben growls, his free hand gripping my ass and spreading me wide again as he moves in. And suddenly, my whole body jolts as I feel it.
…his tongue, on my ass.
I moan in dark, forbidden pleasure as the feel of his tongue swirling over my most private place. I had an ex years ago who balked and was disgusted when I asked him to touch me there, and since then, I’ve never once let a man do a single thing to me there. But right now, with Ben’s tongue teasing slow, aching circles around my asshole, I could scream in pure pleasure.