Beast Brothers 2

by Stephanie Brother

  The brothers’ eyes meet. “Uncertain,” Lucas answers, and there’s a wealth of information in that terse response. “We’d talk to them about it beforehand. If they can’t deal, we don’t go.”

  I swallow. “Okay. That’s fair.” I can’t help but remember all the times I urged Megan to go public. It feels different when you’re on the inside looking out.

  But it’s about time I got my mojo back. I’ve been too willing to let my fears get the better of me where the twins are concerned — probably because nothing, and no one, has ever mattered so much before. I vow not to hold back with them anymore.

  “So are you going to keep treating me like an invalid?” I ask.

  Lucas grins at me, and Alex says, “If you mean are we going to have sex with you tonight, the answer is no.”

  “That’s just mean.”

  They chuckle. “We want you to rest and heal,” Lucas says. “So we can get back to more … exciting pursuits as soon as possible.”

  “Stop making sense,” I order him, and he laughs outright. It makes him look completely different, young and carefree, and my heart swells in my chest. The words are there on the tip of my tongue, and I don’t try to hold them back.

  “I love you.” I roll onto my back and put an arm around each of them. “Both of you. You don’t have to say anything; I just wanted you to know.”

  Their eyes blaze, and then both of them are kissing me at once … and the Wolf brothers decide that my healing can, after all, be best accelerated by making love.

  Life is very, very good.

  Epilogue

  Lucas

  We’re sound asleep when Zoe’s phone goes off. “Hmmh?” she mumbles in my ear. She’s sprawled half on top of me, her face mashed into the side of mine. Alex is right behind her, spooning, and the dog is down at the foot of the bed.

  With a yawn, Alex rolls to his left and retrieves her phone. “It’s Megan,” he says in a voice still thick with sleep, and instead of handing it to her like he usually would, he answers it himself. “Hello? Oh, hey, Brock.”

  That wakes us all up. “Gimme,” Zoe demands, and Alex hands her the phone with a smile. “Brock? Am I about to be an auntie? Oh gosh. Oh, good, good … right. You bet. We’ll be right there.”

  “It’s time?” I say as she clicks off.

  “Yes, and it’s happening fast. Cody’s in the back seat with her, helping her breathe.”

  “I’ll make coffee,” I say, and we all roll out of bed.

  It’s been an eventful few months. Thanksgiving with Zoe’s mom was great; once she saw how we treated her daughter, she was fully on board with us, and I think her acceptance helped Zoe a lot.

  Zoe got in touch with her father; they met for coffee and had their first real conversation in years. It wasn’t entirely comfortable for either of them, and still isn’t, but they’re working on it. Her stepmother was skeptical at first, but Zoe won her over, and since then she’s been getting to know her younger siblings.

  When Alex and I called our parents to tell them we both wanted to bring the same girl home for Christmas … well, Mom was fine. She’s always been our biggest fan. Dad, he’s more of an old-school guy, which has its good points and its bad points. My concern was not how he’d treat his sons, but how he’d treat Zoe. Whether, in his mind, any woman who was willing to be with two men at once was somehow lesser.

  We weren’t certain, from the conversations we had with him, how accepting he was ready to be. So my brother and I didn’t spend Christmas with our parents. Christmas Eve, we got together with Zoe’s mom and had dinner and gifts. Christmas morning, Zoe went over to her father’s house with presents for everyone there, and then we all met at her mother’s again for dinner.

  Zoe got Alex and me a bunch of different gifts, but our favorites were the t-shirts with these kickass wolves painted on them. She called them our superhero t-shirts, and I made her blush by giving her a look that said I had a very specific kind of superlative performance in mind. “I meant you could wear them to work,” she said. “Like magical shirts to keep you safe.”

  “We have bulletproof vests for that, babe,” Alex said with a wink, and she blushed again. Sure enough, that night we wore our new t-shirts to bed — for a few minutes, at least — and showed her the kind of supermen we could be.

  Alex

  We get to the hospital and rush to the maternity ward. A few minutes later, a nurse comes out and tells us, “It’s a boy!” And then a few minutes after that, “And another boy!”

  “What else could have possibly happened?” Zoe says with a laugh. “I’m sure their DNA wouldn’t allow any other outcome.”

  Megan’s father and stepmother are there, eager to see their new grandbabies, but finally it’s our turn. It’s hard to tell who’s more ecstatic — Megan, her baby daddies, or Zoe, who is cooing over both little boys like they’re all hers.

  It does something funny to my insides, watching her with them. After we got to know her mom, she sat us down one day and explained how badly Zoe was scarred by her dad’s leaving, and that she’s never opened up to a man before, or trusted one the way she does us. Lucas and I slapped our foreheads and set out reassuring our girl that we are never, ever going to leave her.

  She’s blossomed as the weeks have gone by and she gets increasingly secure with us. We see a lot more of wacky, exuberant Zoe these days. I love it.

  I love her.

  My brother does too. We talked about it once — would you want things to be different? To have her to yourself, or never have met her and each of us be in a traditional relationship? — and we both said no, absolutely not. What we have is … perfect.

  Watching her now, all I can think about is how beautiful she’d be carrying our babies. Across the room, Lucas meets my eyes, and I know he’s thinking it too. Our girl would make a great mom.

  She’s already great with the dog we got her. After what happened at the drug house, Zoe wanted to see about adopting the dog she found. But the rescue told us he was in a foster home, and needed more time to adjust before he’d be ready for a forever home.

  So we found Zelda, a golden retriever/collie mix who was surrendered by an elderly owner for being too excitable. That is not a problem for Zoe, who thrives on her pup’s energy, and vice versa. Lucas and I help out with stopping by when Zoe’s at work, taking Zelda for a quick walk and spending some time with her. She loves us too, but she adores her mom.

  Brock and Cody and Megan are happy to see us, but it’s the middle of the night, so after a few minutes, we go so they can get some rest. On the way out, we meet Tara, who’s rushing in with the Abbott brothers on her heels. She and Zoe make big eyes at each other as they pass.

  “What’s up with them, anyway?” I say after we’re out of earshot.

  “Oh, that’s a story for another day.”

  I’m intrigued, but I don’t push it. I have other things on my mind. When we’re back home and ready for bed, I look at a certain drawer in Zoe’s dresser — one of the drawers she’s given over to my brother and me for our stuff — and raise my eyebrows.

  Luke raises his in return. You want to do it now?

  I tilt my head toward Zoe, who’s on the bed, playing with the dog, still glowing from our visit to the hospital. Why not? Look at her.

  He looks, and he smiles, and then my brother digs the gift out of its hiding place, and we sit on either side of her on the bed. “Zoe, love,” Lucas says. “We have something for you.”

  Zoe

  “What is it?” I ask brightly. I’m not sure anything could compare with holding Megan’s babies, but my guys have gotten really good at spoiling me.

  They give me little things all the time, just because. You would think that would make the gifts less meaningful, but it doesn’t; every time, I’m surprised and overjoyed that they’ve gone to the trouble to get me something nice.

  Every now and then, it’s a big thing. For Christmas, they got me a super-luxurious spa retreat with champagne and ma
ssages and facials. It was the most amazing gift. And they also got me a bunch of spa supplies, so I could pamper myself at home, too.

  When they brought Zelda home, I was so happy I cried. I never knew how much I wanted a dog until I had her. She makes every day beautiful. Right now she’s on her back in front of me, asking for tummy rubs, so of course I oblige, looking back and forth between my guys.

  “What?” I ask when they don’t say anything, just give me these mysterious smiles. “Let me guess. You got me flying trapeze lessons so I can join the circus.”

  They laugh. “Sorry,” Alex says, shaking his head with a grin. “Try again.”

  “Um … a motorcycle so I can join the Brimstone Friars?”

  “Definitely not,” Lucas says with a twinkle in his eye. “Last chance.”

  “Oh heck. Uh, my first tattoo.”

  They look at each other. “You want a tattoo?” Alex says.

  “Maybe. Someday. But never mind that — tell me tell me tell me.” I stretch out my arms to them, wiggling my fingers in a mock “gimme” gesture. They know it doesn’t really matter; if they never gave me another gift in their lives, I’d still be happy. But they love giving me things, and since it makes them happy it makes me happy, so I play along.

  I’m looking toward Alex, laughing, when something comes to rest on the upturned palm of my other hand. I turn that way and go still when I see the little velvet box sitting there. “Open it,” Lucas says when I don’t move.

  They didn’t really … they wouldn’t. Would they? Since we can’t even … with trembling fingers, I lift the lid and gasp at the exquisite ring there. It’s set with moonstones surrounded by diamonds.

  “We love you, Zoe,” Alex says. “We want to make a life and a home and a family with you.”

  “Marry us,” Lucas adds, and I burst into tears. They only last a few seconds because I am so not a cryer, but I’m overwhelmed.

  Zelda sits up, whining softly, and licks my face, and I start laughing instead. I hold the box out, and both of them pull the ring free and slide it onto my finger. “We can have a private ceremony,” Lucas says. “Even if it’s not legally binding, it’ll matter to us.”

  I nod, fighting back tears again. “You guys need rings too.”

  “We thought you could help us pick ours out,” Alex says.

  “That sounds good.” I stare at my finger, scarcely able to believe the beautiful ring is really there. That my guys not only want forever with me, they want the symbols. The outward signs of their commitment to me.

  “We were going to wait for Valentine’s Day,” Lucas says. “But tonight just seemed … right.”

  I nod. “Totally right.” Then it hits me, the implication of what they’re saying. “Do you want … I mean, tonight …”

  “Yes,” Alex says firmly, no hesitation, no doubt. “We would love for you to have our babies.” Then I’m laughing and crying and Zelda is trying to lick my face again, and all of us get into a cuddle together, the twins’ arms around me, mine around the dog.

  “I am the happiest woman in the world,” I tell them. “I love you both so much. I never thought …” My voice cracks, and I shake my head. “You’re my superheroes every day.”

  They both lean in to kiss me, and Zelda takes her cue and jumps off the bed. My twins settle me between them, and my heart beats faster. There’s one thing we’ve never done, and tonight, with everything so perfect between us, I know it’s the right way to celebrate our love.

  Alex, behind me, lifts my leg and slides a hand up to find me already wet. He pushes a finger inside me, then another. Lucas moves down to cover my clit with his mouth, and Alex leans over me to suck on my breast. “Oh god,” I moan, my hips arching to push me against them.

  Between the two of them, I couldn’t hold out even if I wanted to. Pleasure drenches me, tension coiling deep inside, building and building until I climax with a cry. They bring me again, and again, until I go limp against them.

  When the tip of Alex’s cock starts to push inside me, I say, “Wait,” and he freezes.

  “What’s wrong, love?” he asks.

  “Nothing. I just …” I move my gaze from one to the other, letting them see it in my eyes. “I want both of you.”

  They understand at once, and seem to hold their breath. “Are you sure?” Lucas says after a moment.

  “Positive. Please, I need you both inside me.”

  The brothers have never denied my deepest desires, and aren’t about to start now. Lucas quickly finds some lube, then moves down my body to bury his head between my legs again. When Alex starts to work his way slowly inside my dark tunnel, I’m distracted from the discomfort by the sensations rippling out from my clit.

  He takes his time, and when he fills me completely, the burning ache is a delicious throb that I know portends incredible pleasure. “Hurry, Lucas,” I breathe, and he slowly releases me and moves back up until we’re eye to eye.

  For a long moment, he only gazes at me, and I know he’s reading my face, gauging my readiness. Then he smiles, and kisses me, and positions himself at my entrance. “Tell me if you need me to stop.”

  “I won’t,” I assure him. Watching me, he starts to press inside. My eyes go wide, then roll back in my head. “Oh, god.”

  “All right?” Lucas says.

  “Don’t stop.”

  He pulls back and presses in, over and over, until I’m full to bursting of my twins. Lucas gives me a long, slow kiss. “Still okay?” he says.

  “It’s perfect. You’re perfect.” My hand, reaching back for Alex, includes him too. “I love you.”

  “We love you,” Lucas says, and they begin to move, very slowly. Alex pulls almost all the way out, then slowly fills me again. While he’s pushing in, Lucas withdraws until only the tip is inside me, then glides in while Alex is pulling back again.

  “Oh my god,” I say, and it’s practically all the speech I’m capable of because it feels so amazing. “We definitely have to do this again.”

  “Whatever you say,” Alex answers, and I hear the smile in his voice. I turn my head to see him looking down at me, his eyes full of heat and tenderness and more.

  They speed up just a little, rocking gently against me, and that’s all it takes. Without them even touching my clit, I start to come from the incredible friction of their cocks inside me. “Oh god don’t stop oh god,” I babble, and they don’t, but they don’t go any faster, either. Their incredible control is going to keep me in the pleasure zone indefinitely.

  I completely lose track of how many orgasms I have; they never seem to stop, or maybe it’s all one long climax. Finally, when I’m so saturated with pleasure I can’t take any more, I know I need to feel my men finish inside me. “Please,” I beg, “more.”

  The brothers give me more, and my body overloads, spasming around them over and over as they pump in and out of me. But they’re still being careful, and my body craves all that they’re capable of. “More,” I demand. “Fuck me.”

  A moment’s hesitation, and then my wolves take me at my word, spearing into me with their beautiful thick cocks. “Yes!” I cry. “Yes!” They fuck me just the way I want, hard and deep, and I know all the orgasms I’ve had up to this point are nothing compared to what’s coming.

  And I’m right. A climax so strong it’s like nothing I’ve ever felt in my life comes barreling down at me, and when it hits, it turns me inside out. My toes curl, and I’m screaming and I don’t even care, begging them not to stop as I clamp down on my men, then shudder through another wave of release, then tighten around them again.

  They keep going, and even out of my mind with pleasure I can feel their attention, and know that they’re taking their cues from me, and it makes me feel so safe, so loved, like nothing ever has in my life. “Oh god yes, so good, keep fucking me, yes, hard, yes, god, you fuck me so good!”

  “Zoe,” Lucas growls, and “Fuck, we love you,” Alex grunts, and it’s perfect and beautiful and I never want it to end,
except it has to because I want my men to find their own ecstasy.

  “Need to—” Lucas grits out.

  “Yes, baby, yes, come inside me, please.”

  “Fuck,” he groans, and pounds me harder, until he drives home inside me a final time, kissing me fiercely as he shudders against me. Alex is still moving, but he follows his brother a few moments later, groaning against my neck as he empties himself into me.

  We lie there, still joined, not moving. Even now, I’m reluctant to release them; I could stay here forever, it seems, with my men inside me. Finally, Lucas kisses me, softly this time, and I open my eyes to see him smiling at me.

  “So,” he says, mouth twitching. “That’s a definite yes, then.”

  I burst out laughing, and the brothers laugh with me. And I gather up this moment of perfect bliss and tuck it away in my heart to live forever.

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  Chapter 1

  Amber

  My story begins like all the truly classic romances. It’s Saturday night and I’m being dragged by my overbearing roommate to a dive bar crammed full of obnoxiously drunk losers.

  Thrilling, right? I really should be studying, but Megan is nothing if not persistent. So I squeezed into a short skirt and took time to put on makeup, though now I wish I hadn’t bothered.