by BE Kelly
Duff’s growl was frustrated and needy, drawing her attention from Anson. “Aww,” she breathed. “Is someone feeling left out?” she teased.
“You’re a minx,” Duff accused. “Touch me, Eden,” he ordered. She looked up at the pair of them as she sat on the sofa and couldn’t believe all of this was actually happening. They were so beautiful and the way she seemed to affect them was heady. She reached up and stroked Duff’s hard shaft and he gave her the same glorious look as Anson had.
“Fuck,” Duff growled. “That feels so good.”
“I’m doing it right?” she asked.
“Baby, if you were doing it any better, we’d both be coming in our bathing suits like two horny teenagers,” Duff admitted.
Anson pulled her hand free and took a step back from her. “If we let you keep going, this will be over before we even get started.” Duff did the same and she pouted at their loss, making them both chuckle.
“Lay back on the sofa, Baby,” Anson ordered. “We’re going to make you feel as good as you made us feel.” Eden felt giddy from his promise and she knew he meant every word. She knew that he and Duff were going to take good care of her and she couldn’t wait.
Eden scooched back onto the sofa and both of the guys joined her, sitting on either side of her. She was surrounded by two big, needy wolf shifters, and clueless about what to do next.
“You don’t have to do anything,” Anson whispered, reading her thoughts. “We’ll take care of you, Baby.” She shyly nodded and leaned back into the sofa, closing her eyes. She tried not to think about what was about to happen but her mind was racing almost as quickly has her heart.
“Come here,” Anson ordered. He pulled her onto his lap and sealed his mouth over hers, taking what he wanted from her and effectively helping her to forget all her fears and anxiety. Well, except for one fear.
She broke their kiss and leaned back on Anson’s lap. Duff pushed up against her back and she knew that he was waiting for his turn with her. “Will you two shift during—you know?” she squeaked, unable to even say the word sex. She felt like a fool for not knowing any of this stuff.
“No,” Duff said. “We’d never do that. Our wolves would tear you apart.”
“Oh,” she breathed.
“We’d never hurt you,” Anson said. “You believe that don’t you?” he asked.
“I believe that you won’t hurt me,” Eden said. She wasn’t sure how or even why, but she believed that they were good guys.
The sun was going down outside the pool house, and it was getting dark. They were becoming three shadows, tangled up together, taking what they wanted from each other. “I wish I could see you better,” Duff whispered. She smiled and used her powers to turn on the light that sat on the side table.
“Well, that’s a cool trick,” Anson said.
She feigned hurt, “Are you calling my incredible talent a trick?” she asked. “Because I don’t do tricks. I have a gift.” Eden turned to look around the room to find a candle, and made it light up, smiling at her handywork.
“We will never question your incredible talent again,” Duff teased. He pulled her back down to the sofa and unhooked her bikini top, leaving her exposed to them both. “Hell, I’m very thankful for the light right now,” he breathed. He ran his hands over her body, cupping both of her breasts.
“You feel so good,” Anson said, giving her the same attention. Eden moaned and laid back; loving everything that they were doing to her. She had never experienced the sensations that they were giving her. Eden’s whole body felt as though it had hummed to life and her skin was tingling with need. Duff slipped his big hand down into her bikini bottoms and stroked his fingers through her already wet folds. Eden couldn’t help but to shamelessly spread her legs further as if inviting him to do whatever he pleased to her.
Anson was kissing her like a starving man and she wasn’t sure how much more she’d be able to take. “You’ll take all of us, Baby,” Anson promised. “Before we leave this pool house, both of us will claim you, Eden. You will belong to us.”
“Yes,” she hissed. Duff pumped two big fingers inside of her and she was sure that he was stretching her, getting her ready for every promise that Anson just made her.
“She’s going to be so tight,” Duff growled.
“I need to taste her,” Anson said. He stood and pulled her body to the edge of the sofa, sinking to his knees and settling between her thighs. “Fuck, she smells good,” he said. She looked down at him nestled between her legs and moaned. He gave her a wolfish smiled and sucked her sensitive nub into his mouth. Duff’s fingers were still inside of her core and she knew that both of them working together would have her finding her release in no time. This was nothing like what she felt when she touched herself late at night, when she was all alone. No, what they were doing to her was so much more and Eden felt about ready to explode.
“Mmm,” Anson hummed into her wet pussy. “She tastes good too.”
“I need to taste her,” Duff said. She watched as he pulled his fingers from her body and sucked them into his mouth. “You do taste good, Baby,” he agreed. “Here, taste,” he insisted. Duff ran his wet fingers over her lips so that she could taste herself on them. She did as he ordered and ran her tongue over her lips, tasting her saltiness.
“So hot,” Duff whispered. He leaned over her body and devoured her lips while Anson sucked and licked her drenched core. She couldn’t stop it from happening, not that she wanted to, and when she came on Anson’s mouth, she shouted out both of their names.
She was breathlessly laying on the sofa as if she didn’t have any bones left in her body. Eden felt like she was floating and she didn’t want to come back down to earth. Anson stood and pulled his board shorts down his thick thighs, letting his erection jut free. He lined up his cock with her wet core and sank into her, not giving her any warning. Eden cried out and he stilled.
“Sorry,” he said. “It’s best to just get this part over with, Honey. If you knew that it was coming, you would have tensed up and it would have been worse. Tell me you’re all right.” Anson looked like it was taking every ounce of his restraint not to move while waiting her out. Finally, the pain subsided and she smiled up at him.
“I’m okay,” she said. Eden wiggled underneath him and he groaned. He pulled her hips up to meet his own, holding her in his big hands. Anson pumped in and out of her body while Duff stood next to him, watching her like a hawk. She could see all of his pent up desires for her, and she reached for him.
“Duff,” she whispered. He didn’t need to be a mind reader to know what she was offering him. He pulled his swim trunks down his body as she watched him. Eden darted out her tongue to lick her lips, eager to taste him and Duff moaned. He lined up his erection with her lips and she licked the head of his cock. Duff took control of her mouth, thrusting to the back of her throat, making her gag.
Anson groaned, watching the two of them together seemed to set him off. He pumped in and out of her core, setting a furious pace while Duff did the same with her mouth. They were using her for their pleasure and she had never felt more desired, wanted, or powerful in her life.
“So beautiful,” Duff whispered, cupping her cheek. Anson found his release, roaring out her name as he lost himself deep inside of her. As soon as he pulled free, Duff did the same from her mouth and settled on the sofa, pulling her onto his lap to straddle his erection.
“My turn,” he growled. He lowered her down onto his cock and waited for her to adjust to his size. He was a little bigger than Anson and as soon as she nodded down to him, letting him know that she was good to go, he wasted no time making her his. She rode him, loving the new sensations that being on top gave her. Eden was so close to finding her release again, but she wasn’t sure what she needed to get there.
“I’ve got you, Baby,” Anson whispered into her ear, reading her mind. He settled on the sofa beside her and Duff, snaking his hand down between where their bodies were joined, finding
her sensitive clit and stroking his thumb over it. She felt like a bolt of lightning sliced through her body as she picked up the pace and rode Duff with abandon. She was chasing her release and when she finally found it, Duff followed her over, shouting her name.
Eden collapsed onto Duff’s chest and Anson settled in next to them, running his hands up and down her back. Her whole body was so sensitive, she was sure that she had never felt like this before.
“That was—” she breathed, not finishing her thought. How did she tell them that what they had just given her was everything she had ever hoped sex would be and so much more?
“Yeah,” Anson and Duff both agreed in unison.
“We feel the same way,” Anson admitted.
“I guess you reading my mind comes in handy after all,” she teased.
“Yeah—it helps,” Duff admitted, “when it’s not annoying.”
“Hey,” Anson grumbled, causing them to laugh. She wished they could stay this way—the three of them in their own little world. Eden couldn’t explain it, but it felt like she had known the twins her whole life. She had never been very good around people but with the two of them, things were just easy. They fit, in every way possible, and she wondered why that was.
Her stomach growled and Duff laughed. “Hungry?” he asked.
“Starving,” she admitted. “Whatever Glory was making in the kitchen earlier smelled like heaven.” It was going to be nice to have a home cooked meal. Her mom wasn’t much of a cook and she usually had to fend for herself.
“Well, how about a quick shower and then we can head in for supper?” Anson asked. She nodded and stood, “Now, that sounds like a plan.”
“You know, we’ll still have to come up with what to do next—you know about our families,” Duff reminded.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I’m starting to think that we’re more connected than the three of us ever thought possible.”
“Right,” Anson agreed. “I also think that Gen’s murder is somehow linked to your Aunt Bianca’s murder.” She had to agree that she felt the same way once her father told her how Bianca died. It was too much of a coincidence that both women were found by Kirkpatricks too. Things just weren’t adding up and they needed more answers.
Duff started the shower and waited for the water to heat up. “Let’s shower and have dinner and then, maybe we’ll be able to convince Glory to let us into father’s study.”
“You know she holds onto that key like she’s guarding the crown jewels, right?” Anson questioned. “She’s never let us in there. Father would have her hide if she did.”
“Well, then, I’ll just have to be extra persuasive and we’ll never tell father. What he doesn’t know won’t hurt him,” Duff said. He backed Eden into the hot spray of the shower and pushed her up against the wall, kissing her, his erection jutting into her belly.
“Again?” she asked, smiling up at him.
“Again,” he agreed. Duff pulled her up the cold, tile shower wall and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He sank into her body and by the time the three of them finished their shower, the water had run cold and they were all well sated. Eden had a feeling that her wolves were going to keep her up half the night taking her body, and that thought made her giddy. First, she was going to refuel and hopefully help them break into their father’s study to look for some answers. Then, she’d spend the rest of the night between her wolf shifters, trying to sate their demanding appetites.
Anson
It took some begging, some pleading, and a whole lot of groveling, but when Glory finished cleaning the kitchen and announced that she was heading up to bed, she “accidentally” left her keys behind on the kitchen counter. She was a watchdog with those keys and Anson knew that she had done it on purpose, although she’d never admit it.
“Will she get into trouble for doing that?” Eden asked. “I mean, your dad won’t fire her for leaving the keys on the counter, right?”
Duff shrugged, “If dad finds out about us going into his den, she’ll just tell him she must have misplaced her keys. He’d never fire Glory. He wouldn’t last one day without her.”
“Let’s get this over with. We need to figure out why Eden’s father blames our father for Bianca’s death. It might be the only way to put our two families back together,” Anson said.
“I don’t know,” Eden breathed. “I think we did a pretty good job of putting our two families back together earlier, in the pool house,” she teased.
Duff chuckled, “She’s not wrong, man.”
“If you two can get your mind out of the gutter for just a few minutes, we can search Dad’s office, and then we can get back to joining our two families,” Anson said.
Anson picked up the key to his father’s study and his brother and Eden followed him down the hall. He tried the door, finding it locked, and Eden poked his side. “Maybe use the key that Glory left for you.”
He pushed the key into the lock and turned it. “Thank you,” he grumbled. “I would have never figured that out without you.”
“You’re welcome,” she sassed, sticking her tongue out at him. Duff laughed and pushed past the two of them and into his father’s study.
“You two stand there and have your little spat,” Duff said. “I’ll check out Dad’s office.” He walked over to his father’s desk and pulled open drawers one at a time, rummaging through the contents.
“He’s not very neat about the way he keeps his office,” Eden said.
“Why do you think he needs Glory? I wasn’t kidding when I said he’d never fire her. He’d drown in this sea of papers,” Anson said. “Take that stack of papers over there and I’ll look through this stuff.”
“What exactly are we looking for?” Eden asked.
“Anything that shows the Kirkpatricks and the Graystones together,” Duff said. “Or anything that looks suspicious.”
Eden started looking through a stack of papers that sat on his father’s bookshelf. When she finished and announced that she found nothing, Eden turned her attention to the pictures that littered the shelves. “Is this your mother?” she asked. Duff picked up the picture of their mom. It was from when she first met their father. She was so young and healthy, it almost hurt Anson’s heart to see her that way. Unfortunately, it wasn’t how he remembered her.
“Yes,” Duff said.
“She was beautiful,” Eden whispered. “You both have her eyes.”
“She was a beauty,” Anson said. “I miss her.”
“Me too,” Duff admitted. Eden looked at the pictures of the two of them through the years. His father had a few of their school pictures in side by side picture frames.
“You two were adorable,” she gushed.
“Thanks,” Anson said. “Can you tell us apart?” he questioned.
“Yep,” she said. Eden pointed to a picture of him on the right side of the frame. “This is you,” she said to Anson.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Not many people can tell us apart like that.”
“Well, I am sleeping with you both now,” she teased. Duff barked out his laugh. “Plus, you have a crooked smile and Duff doesn’t.”
“Ah—just more proof as to why I’m the better twin. My perfect smile wins every time,” Duff teased.
“I don’t know,” Eden said. “I think Anson’s crooked smile is pretty darn cute.”
“Thanks, Baby,” Anson said, pulling her up against his body to wrap an arm around her.
She put the picture frame back on the shelf she took it from and quickly grabbed another. “This is my aunt,” she whispered. “Is this the picture that you told me about, that your dad keeps of my aunt? Why does your father have a picture of Bianca?” she asked.
“No clue,” Anson said. “I mean—he obviously never got over her, but if he was accused of her murder, why would he keep a picture of her?”
“As a reminder,” Eden said. “Or to keep something out of sight and safe.” She put the picture frame down on his father’s desk and
opened the back of it, popping out the picture and some papers that were hiding behind it. “Got you,” she whispered. What looked like scraps of paper fell onto his father's desk and Anson picked one of them up.
“They look like letters,” he said. He carefully pulled it open and looked down at what appeared to be a love note of some sort between his father and Bianca. “Maybe we shouldn’t read these,” he said. It felt like he was lifting a curtain and peeking into his father’s personal life—it felt wrong.
“There might be a clue in these as to what happened to Bianca,” Eden said, looking over one of the notes. “I’d be happy to read the parts that are important and leave out the mushy bits if that will make the two of you less um—squirmy,” she teased.
“Squirmy?” Duff questioned. “Well, you try reading a love letter between your father and a former lover and we’ll see how squirmy you get.” Eden made a face, making them both laugh.
“Okay,” Anson said. “Let’s hear the less squirmy bits. You can just skim over them.”
Eden nodded and held up the letter, clearing her throat. The whole scene was almost comical—as if she was about to give an important speech.
“Well, it says here that your father is looking forward to their date on Saturday. He writes that his own father would be in town, but he was hoping to slip away and see her.” She stopped reading aloud and he could tell by the way that her cheeks heated to an adorable shade of pink, that she had run across a part that would make all of them squirm.
“Dear God,” she breathed. “I see where you two get it from, now.” She looked them over and giggled when they both groaned.
“Too much information, Love,” Anson chided.
“Sorry,” she breathed. He knew that she didn’t mean the apology. In fact, she was taking great pleasure in watching the two of them squirm as they did. “Let’s see here,” she said, looking over the letter again. “Well, this one is all squirm-worthy material, so I think we’ll skip to the next.” She carefully folded the letter and placed it back into the picture frame for safekeeping. Eden picked up another letter and opened it, taking a deep breath as if preparing herself for what she was about to read.