by J. L. Beck
“It is now.”
Seduction and danger threads War’s growl as he tosses his darkening gaze over his shoulder at me. We don’t pause in the family room like I expect. Instead, he leads me to the back of the cottage toward his bedroom, his moistening grip on my hand squeezing.
I think the dampness is from me because my insides are on fire and my core’s melting from his power and control over me. They didn’t teach me about the influence of man in veterinary school. I’m pretty sure War wants me in a bad way, and suddenly I’m a little nervous, my breath quickening through my parted lips, although I know he’d never hurt me in a million years.
“Take off your clothes,” he commands. “We need to go over details. Because once I start something, I’m not one to stop.” He drops my hand and heads into the bathroom.
Giving me his wide back, desire multiplies inside me. I want to climb him like he’s Mount Everest, he’s so sexy, and I can’t imagine we’ll be discussing much with our voices.
A chill races over me, goose bumps dotting my skin, even though I’m fully clothed. I’ve never seen him like this, and I stay planted where he left me. Which lasts for about three breaths as I build up my nerve to check him out.
Steam billows from the shower, his nude silhouette unmoving behind the opaque glass.
I make quick work of my flippies, yoga pants, thong, tank top, and bra, the breeze through the open window licking my nipples like I imagine War will do.
At the thought of his mouth drawing in my virgin nipples, I shiver straight down my spine and my clit starts to swell. It’s not from the wind but from War and the thought of what he’s planning.
Why am I standing here gawking? I head to the open door, spotting the terry towels I gifted him with the big W embroidered in big, loopy letters, and I smile because he’s still using them. To my left is the shower, and I shudder, expecting War’s gaze to avoid me when instead he’s staring right at me, through me.
Water rains down over his sudsy abs, the white foam sliding down his groin, around his hardened mast, and hanging off his tightened sack like marshmallow cream.
My core clenches at the thought of all eight inches of him buried in my channel next to Cole. My face burns, matching War’s heated stare, and a smirk slides across his beautiful face.
“This is what you do to me.” He drops his gaze to his hard cock and wraps his hand around the shaft, giving the hardened length a few slow pumps.
My knees weaken at each stroke. He's pleasuring himself, right in front of me, and it’s kinda driving me insane. Does he have any idea what he's doing to me? I’m a puddle inside and out, the moisture between my legs readying my channel for him. “I’m counting on you to want me.”
“Always and forever, little one. You know that...”
I step into the glass enclosure, and he closes the door, not wasting a single second before he crushes my lips with his, engulfing my mouth, nipping at my lips and tongue.
War slides down, dragging his massive frame against my unsteady body. He takes one breast into his hand and the other into his warm mouth, and I hiss out a breath. He orchestrates both his fingers and tongue, licking and pinching and teasing me until I’m nothing more than a quivering mess in his powerful hands.
“Oh, God, War. My fucking God.” I gasp as if I’m on the verge of suffocation.
“Babe, I’ve dreamed of this. Of us, though I shouldn’t.”
His confession causes heat to rush through my veins, my body feeling as if it’s on the verge of exploding. He smells of vanilla and tastes like wintergreen. I hum into his mouth, driving him onward without words and only the thrust of my tongue.
Thoughts stir, but he’s captured my breath and calmed my trepidation with this thick fingers and calloused hands that support my weight, like I’m a little bird and he’s a big, sturdy nest in the sky where I feel safe, protected, and there’s no way harm can touch me from here.
“Oh, War. You feel sooo good. I want you, all of you,” I plead, hoping he will give me just what it is that I’m needing.
“It’s only a kiss. You’re not ready for me. But I promise to make you feel good, little one.”
Little one… For the first time, the moniker he’s given me leaves a bad taste in my mouth. I have to prove to him I’m no longer that little girl he once saw in me. I wiggle from his hold, but his fingers grind into my flesh, the pain heightening my pleasure.
I gasp loud enough that the sound shocks me. I suck his bottom lip into my mouth and nibble ever so lightly—tenderly almost, as if I’m merely teasing him.
He growls, spins me so my back’s pressed against the tiled wall that’s warmed by the heated spray.
“I fucking want you so badly it’s almost killing me.” He adjusts me, widening my legs so his firm cock jutting out from his body presses against my wedge.
A zip of panic zings through me when I meet his darkening gaze, so full of lust and other things, he reminds me of a wild beast ready to breed. “Oh, War. I’ve never, but I want—”
He crushes my lips with his again, stealing my words and my thoughts.
“I’m going to make you feel good, baby girl. So fucking good. Have you…ever come from a man before?”
“Orgasmed. Yes, but ummm…with myself, no man.” Truth is, I’m burning and throbbing everywhere, like one long orgasm that’s still on the uphill climb and the crest is nowhere in sight. I shudder in his arms, digging my fingers into his shoulder blades, which in turn draws a groan from War’s throat that echoes throughout the space.
“I fucking want you so damn badly. But I’m not stealing anything from you, except your trust that I’d never hurt you.”
“What if I want you to hurt me a little?” I slide back and forth against him. The friction burning through me.
He leans down, kissing my lips. A gentle brush of his tongue should calm me, but War is not the calm before the storm. He is the storm, and his desire is brewing behind his wild eyes, like a passion-filled, category-five hurricane. “That’s not happening today. Eyes on mine, little one.”
That’s when I feel his spongy tip at my opening, tapping ever so lightly at my clenching entrance that begs for all of his length. So much so that I’m overtaken by my need. Only I don’t say what I want.
That I want him. Inside me. Cole inside me, too, and I feel War grow rigid under my hold. Reality creeps in… Is this what I really want?
A growl rumbles from his throat, and he slides his length between my folds, sawing his hardness against my swollen clit that’s so past budding, it’s in full bloom.
He rocks his hips, faster and faster until I’m panting, crying out from the pleasure I’ve never known my body held, like a secret waiting to be uncovered by him. “War, oh, War. God, you’re amazing.” The words spill from my lips without warning. I don’t want him to stop—not now, not ever.
He ups his pacing, and just when I think my clit will ignite from the friction he’s delivering, and I’m seeing stars and lights flickering inside the room or behind my eyes as a wave of pleasure rips through me threatening to shred me to pieces, I’m suddenly coming. “I’m coming.” I moan, wishing I was coming around his cock instead of against it.
“Look at me,” War demands, his voice causing my body to react in a way it never has before. I’m overtaken with emotion, and my eyes move all on their own. I’m met with blue eyes, the depth so deep and raw.
My War.
“Come with me. Come with me now.”
His words throw me over the euphoric edge as he continues to slide his cock in measured strokes wielded by a master that is him until I’m floating in his arms and drunk on loving this man.
“Fuck, lil’ one. Fuck you’re so fine. So beautiful.” He groans in my ear, his fingers digging into my skin.
Heat from his cum jets over my sensitive wedge, both soothing me and drawing out another shuddering wave of ecstasy until I’m weak and draped like a rag doll in his arms as his breath races from his lungs, fanning aga
inst my neck.
“You’re a beautiful woman. That was amazing, babe.”
War sprinkles me with kind words, when he has no idea how beautiful or amazing he is.
Sparkles light up the shower even more, and I blink suddenly, taking in the shadow on the other side of the steamed shower door. I realize within seconds that we’re not alone.
Cole.
“I’d say it was fucking amazing ‘babe,’ except she’s just fucked the wrong brother.” The venom in his words sends chills down my spine, and I wonder if I’ve fucked this up before I’ve even had the chance to start something.
Chapter Four
Cole
They say people who are angry see red. I’m not seeing red. I’m seeing my fucking brother’s farmer’s tan draped across the woman I love. Or loved. Or at the very least have wanted to fuck since she turned eighteen.
Okay, earlier than then, but I’m not admitting that or I’ll risk being slapped by some weird pedophile charge when that’s not the case. And considering she’s the biggest tease I’ve known since forever, maybe that’s all she’s been. Toying with me like one of the barn cats with a half-dead mouse.
Who wants the dead guy whose sharp wit and fun exterior is a cover-up for all the bad shit that’s happened to him, to me?
I should thank Maddie, actually. I’d thought for a second she was a confused little girl, but seeing whom she’s picked—my twin—she’s obviously grown up enough to make the decision for me.
For both of us, as it is, and she picked the lucky bastard. Which fucking sucks when that bastard is your identical twin in every way from his dark hair and blue eyes, down to the size of his dick.
I crush the beer can I’m holding. “For fuck’s sake. Fuck me. I’m outta here—”
“No wait.” Maddie’s pleading voice drives the knife deeper into my heart. As if I want to stick around for the second showing.
“I didn’t fuck her.” The shower door busts open. War’s all wrapped around her, but he’s pale as shit, dick like a dead chicken’s neck, limp and swinging that bulbous head.
I dart my gaze to Maddie, making sure she’s not hurt since she’s still breathing hard and shaking. Her cheeks couldn’t be pinker unless she rolled in that rouge shit. Her lips are bruised, and I curl my palms, thinking of taking War out once and for all. I yank a towel from the ring and hand it to her, which War grabs and wraps around her as if she’s his special Christmas present.
Fucking perfect. “I need another beer.” I spin to leave—
“He’s telling the truth, Cole. I’m...I’m a virgin, and I’m waiting on you, both of you, actually.”
I furrow my brow and my cock jumps to attention at the thought of her wanting me. Wanting us both. Riiight. A thought I quickly trash. “What? No. Hell no.”
“Why not. You wanted me once before.” She steps out of the shower and across the tile, stopping only once her dripping-wet form is standing in front of me, every inch of her sculpted like an angel.
Averting my eyes, I try to erase the vision of all three of us and fail.
“Look at me. Please, Cole.” She pulls me back around with delicate fingers. “I want you and Warren to take me. Together.”
The look reflecting back at me in those brown depths of hers sets my soul on fire. I can tell this is what she really wants, but it doesn't make it any easier.
Warren and I don’t share, not even our toys when we’re younger. Maddie wouldn’t be any different for us.
“I'm giving you both my V-card, at the same time.”
I gulp, the pilsner I’d been drinking shooting up the back of my throat. “What the hell you talkin’ about having us take you together. I just watched him fuck the shit out of you, and you didn’t sound like no virgin I’ve ever heard.” Fuck if I know about taking any virgins. That’s not me, but I’m not a saint. Maddie is looking good and thoroughly fucked. Happy even.
Part of me is dying inside, but I shake it off like I always do. War got what he wanted, and for the first time ever, I’m stuck on the sidelines watching my twin brother get the girl I’ve always believed would be mine.
“I didn’t fuck her, Cole. I just gave her the pleasure she was craving. She really does want us both, and I feel the same way about it you do.”
I shift my gaze from Maddie to Warren, who shows me nothing but honesty. We are twins, after all, so if he’s lyin’ to me, I’m going to know it.
I run a hand through my hair in frustration. I want Maddie just as much as Warren does, and catching them like this just pushes me over the edge.
“You sure you want us both? Together?” I clench my jaw, watching her expression for any fear or apprehension. She sinks her perfectly straight, white teeth into her plump bottom lip as she nods her head yes, looking all sweet and innocent.
That’s when I catch a glimpse of myself in the glass shower door, and Maddie, the beautiful woman standing between us.
I know right then we are fucking screwed.
Beyond screwed.
We’d have to share her, at least, if we wanted a piece of her.
“Go into the spare room and lie down on the bed. We’ll be in there in a second,” Warren orders her.
I can tell he is still on edge, the energy in the small room saturated with sex and desire, something I understand all too well.
Maddie doesn’t object to his order. She merely pads out of the bathroom, her body sliding past me, causing my cock to stiffen in my jeans.
Fuck, this girl is dangerous.
As soon as she’s out of earshot, I swing my fist, letting it graze Warren’s cheek. He takes the blow with grace as if he knows he deserved it.
His head blows back, and he clenches his jaw to hold in the pain. “I deserved that.”
“Hell, yes, you did. That’s for pleasuring her without me here. If she wants us to share her then we’re going to fucking share her. I don’t like the idea of it any more than you do, but I’m not a selfish fuck. I’ll do what my girl wants,” I sneer.
I don’t hate my brother. If anything, I love him more than anyone else in my life. It’s my cock and my hormones that hate him right now.
Warren rubs at his cheek and jaw where I punched him. “If you’re willing to do this then I am, too, but understand one thing, brother…”
He steps into my chest, his bare-ass-naked body pushing against mine, dampening my shirt.
“If this happens, she’s no longer your girl or my girl; she’s our girl.”
I bite the inside of my cheek, clench my fist, but stop myself from slugging him once more.
He’s right. Fuck, he is right. If we cross this line then that means she will be ours together. That we will stake a claim to her together, rather than separately, which makes her ours. “I want her just as bad as you do, and if this is how she wants it then I’ll do it this way. After all, what’s a little friendly competition?” I tilt my head, challenging my twin.
War doesn’t seem even the least bit amused at my comment, and I can’t really lie to myself and say it doesn’t bother me.
Not when he’s taking this just as seriously as I am, and that means if shit goes downhill—for instance, if Maddie’s parents find out about any of this—we’ll all be boarding the first train headed to heartache.
“Just remember, she’s both of ours. Not yours, not mine, ours.”
War narrows his eyes and pushes past me, the tension rolling off him in heat-filled waves and slamming straight into me.
It’s crazy how obsessed we’ve become with Maddie, wanting to re-up on her body like some out-of-control addict jonesing for their next fix. We have to have her, together or nothing. God only knows what will happen if things don’t work out.
Maddie will be left heartbroken, and War and I will be left wondering where to go next.
Chapter Five
Maddie
The wall collage in Cole’s room rises like a mountain, as soon as I lie back on his bed. The photos are of me, and me and him. Some of me
and War. Most, however, are snapshots of the three of us together, as if Cole’s envisioned this moment since we were teens.
His comforter is pulled tight, the corners tucked like I’m sure he learned in the military. I nestle into the fur throw that warms me in seconds, the little hairs sending pleasurable shivers across my skin as I expect touching him will do.
Hope blooms in my chest that the three of us can be more than lovers. I can’t wipe the smile from my face. I want them both as they enter the room, crushing through the doorway.
“Fuck me, you’re so sexy just lying in here on my bed and looking a little too pleased.” Cole mounts the bed, crawls up my length, and settles his weight against me.
A gasp rushes my lips, feeling his hard-on through his jeans and knowing he wants me in spite of what he just witnessed between me and War.
But my breath is an elusive thing as War comes into the room, bare and hard again. The memory of his skin on mine makes me want him even more, but at the same time, a hunger grows inside me for Cole.
I want them both. At the same time. Again and again.
Cole glides his hand up my side and plants a kiss on my collarbone before sucking my neck below the ear.
His kisses pull a giggle from my lips, and he grinds his hips against my aching wedge, dragging and retreating his sinewy body up and down until I lose focus of War. Almost.
Blue eyes greet me, and Cole wears a smile that's full of heat and promises.
“You’re dead sure about me?”
Me? And not us. Could it be my rowdy Cole, usually so self-assured, has doubts about how much I want him, too? I smooth back his hair that's baby fine and trim on the sides but wavy on top. I can’t imagine never touching him again, or War. They are mine. “I’m sure. I’ve never wanted anything like I want you two. I want you stripped and as exposed to me as much as your brother, and I’m not talking just about being nude.”
“If we get caught, we’ll all be ruined. So that’s quite a demand, sugar.”
Cole grins down at me, setting my body on fire with that single, smoldering look. He’s called me sugar since he caught me in the barn eating the bag of sugar cubes meant for my pony. Cole excelled at keeping secrets then, so I’m sure he’s just as good now. “We’ve always been good at hiding.”