She rubbed her palm along his thick length, pressing gently, and he growled in pleasure before slanting his lips back over hers, making her forget everything but the feel of his hands on her as he swiped his tongue between her lips.
She pushed his shirt off his wide shoulders, exploring his hard muscles as she went. God, he was hard and hot. She barely felt the cool breeze as the heat off his body seemed to encase her, warming her.
His hands were everywhere, stroking down her back and over her ass before moving to the zipper and snap of her jeans. Oh God. What was she doing? But heaven help her, she couldn’t stop. She didn’t want to stop. Her pussy throbbed from wanting him so badly; she felt like screaming. She wanted to wrap her legs around his hips and grind herself against him until she came.
This was so crazy, so intense. She shuddered from head to toe as Noah shoved her jeans and panties down over her hips. His hands lingered at her ass, squeezing and kneading the muscles with his strong fingers.
“Noah,” she sighed as he lifted her and set her on the wooden outdoor dining table.
Noah moved back slightly so he could grasp her pants and remove them along with her ankle boots, tossing them somewhere to the ground. Where, she had no idea and didn’t care.
“Lie back,” he ordered.
His voice was gravelly, deep, and sensual, making goose bumps rise along her flesh as she slowly lay back. The cold of the table penetrated the skin of her back, making her shiver, but the heat of Noah’s mouth as he gently slid it up along the inside of her thigh sent heat coursing through her veins, warming her from the inside out.
He used the tips of his fingers to separate her labia, and her whole body tightened in anticipation. Even her hips lifted in excitement as hot breath from his mouth brushed over her pussy.
She put her hands over her eyes briefly, groaning as his tongue swiped over her swollen nub, then lower to dip into her passage.
“Oh God,” she gasped, dropping her hands back down to her sides.
Her fingers flexed and unflexed; her nails dug into her palms as he used his tongue to tease her aching pussy, lapping at the cream that coated her swollen lips.
The sensation of being watched washed over her, and she opened her eyes and stared directly into Aiden’s hot gaze. She drew in a sharp breath, expecting anger and jealousy, but instead seeing and sensing desire, lust, hunger.
“Aiden,” she whispered, wondering what he would do but hoping he would join them.
The idea felt strangely right.
As he watched them, he removed his shirt and tossed it over the back of the closest chair. Her gaze wandered down his chest, then lower as he unzipped his slacks, freeing his thick, engorged shaft.
God, he was big.
Noah continued to lick her pussy as though no one had come in, making her writhe and moan. Aiden stepped out of his slacks and shoes and came to stand over her, watching. He took her hands in his and placed them over her breasts. With his hands over hers, he squeezed.
She arched her back, enjoying the feel of their hands together, touching her body. He lowered one of her hands and pressed against the underside, lifting it as he bent down to wrap his lips around her nipple.
She cried out as his teeth bit into the sensitive bud, the sharp sting sending currents of liquid heat to her womb.
“I like watching,” he whispered as he rubbed his palm over her stinging nipple, soothing it and driving her crazy. “I like watching your face as Noah eats your pussy.”
His words sent shards of hungry lust tingling up her spine. Could she really get more turned on than she already was? It almost felt overwhelming as not only her desire coursed through her body, but it felt as though theirs did as well, making everything more intense and surreal.
Noah pulled away from her pussy, and she murmured a protest. Aiden soothed her, placing his palm over her sex and applying gentle pressure, but not enough to satisfy her. Her hips bucked upward, trying to force him to press harder, to make her come and put her out of this sweet misery.
“All in due time,” he whispered as though he knew exactly what she wanted.
She heard a chair scrape along the concrete, and she looked, watching as Noah removed his pants and sat down. What was he doing?
He gripped his cock, staring at her through eyes so dark, they were almost black.
“Bring her here,” he commanded.
Aiden grabbed her hand and helped to pull her upright. Her legs were so wobbly, she had to hold tight to Aiden as they walked over to where Noah sat in the chair, stroking his cock.
As she approached, he twirled his finger. “Turn around.”
She frowned in confusion as she put her back to him. Aiden lifted her, catching her by surprise as he placed her on Noah’s lap, her back against his chest, her thighs resting over the arm rest. Her pussy rested against Noah’s balls, and she sighed, thrusting her hips backward slightly, trying to get a firmer touch.
Noah moaned and let his cock rest between the cheeks of her ass. The tantalizing move surprised her, sending white-hot shards of pleasure along her nerves. His hands rested at her waist, holding her still as he slowly and gently stroked the tight opening that seemed to come alive with his touch.
She watched as Aiden bent over and licked at her clit, making her cry out in surprise. With her legs spread this wide, he could easily tease the swollen bud. She wanted to beg, but she wasn’t sure she could string two words together at the moment.
He rose back up and slanted his mouth over hers. She could taste herself on his tongue, and she moaned, licking her own juices from his lips.
She felt Aiden’s hand move Noah’s cock from between her globes and placed the head of it at her dripping entrance.
“Take him,” he whispered as he slowly helped guide Noah’s cock into her aching channel.
Noah was so thick and hard. His girth stretched her amazingly tight, especially from this angle. She dropped her head back, groaning as he pressed deeper. Her walls wrapped around his hot length, encasing every inch of his shaft.
Aiden’s fingers brushed over her clit, and her hips bucked, making Noah curse and grasp her waist tighter.
“She’s tight, Noah,” Aiden whispered as he swiped his tongue over her nipple.
“No shit,” Noah ground out as he slowly pressed even deeper, forcing all of himself inside her. “But, God, it feels good.”
Aiden stood to his full height in front of her and positioned himself so that his cock was directly at her mouth. Alana leaned forward slightly, swiping her tongue over the tip and licking away the drops of precum that glistened against the tight skin.
He groaned, and his mouth spread into a sexy grin as he used his thumb to press his cock toward her lips. She opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the head. She swiped across it with the flat of her tongue and felt a wave of excitement at the sound of his moan.
“I like that,” he murmured.
Noah gently rocked her hips, pressing upward with his cock as he shifted her pussy backward. Alana moaned around the thick cock in her mouth and scraped her teeth across his sensitive tip. Grasping the base of his cock, she tilted it upward and ran her tongue along the underside all the way to the tip.
Aiden dropped his head back and hissed. “This is going to fucking drive me insane.”
Noah grasped her hips, lifting her slightly before dragging her back down along his length. Alana squealed, sighing as he pressed upward, filling her even deeper with his huge cock.
“Oh my God,” Alana gasped as Noah did it again. “The two of you are insane.”
Aiden grasped a handful of her hair and tugged her head back, forcing her to meet his sultry eyes. “Do you want us to stop?”
“Oh God, no!”
Aiden smiled and slanted his mouth hungrily over hers. His tongue invaded, mimicking sex as he dominated her mouth and what felt like her soul.
Noah began the rocking motion, this time a little faster, working her hips over his in a tantalizin
g motion that made her womb tighten. Aiden broke the kiss and stood straight, returning his cock to her mouth.
Alana grabbed the base, opened her lips hungrily and sucked his thick girth as far into her mouth as she could. She was so close; she could feel the tension beginning to build, feel the need rising.
“Make me come with you, Alana,” Aiden murmured as she twirled her tongue around his shaft, sucking gently at the tip. “That’s it, baby. Like that.”
Her jaws ached as she widened them as far as she could, forcing the tip of his cock to the back of her throat. Aiden’s fingers tightened in her hair, his nails digging into her scalp as she swallowed, sucking hard against the engorged head.
The sensations licking at her spine were suddenly becoming too much. She squeezed her eyes shut and tightened her jaw around Aiden’s cock as her own womb exploded, rushing currents of screaming pleasure over every inch of her flesh. She moaned, sucking and licking at Aiden’s cock until she tasted his stream of cum as it spurted down the back of her throat.
Turning her head away, she screamed as Noah brushed his fingers over her clit, gently massaging as another wave of pleasure coursed through her, almost blinding her with its intensity. Noah tensed below her, his groan of pleasure vibrating across her back as he came as well.
She took a shuttering breath of surprise, convinced she could feel each of their hearts beating within her own chest. This was insane. It had to be her imagination. There was no way she could feel them like that, was there?
Aiden cupped the back of her neck and leaned down to kiss her forehead. Alana smiled at the tender touch she’d come to recognize in the gentler twin.
Noah had his moments as well, just like Aiden had his intense moments. Maybe they weren’t as different from each other as she’d initially thought. Maybe they were more alike than either of them wanted to reveal.
Alana tried to move her foot and gasped at the numbness from her knees down. “My legs are asleep,” she whispered.
“Wrap your arms around my neck,” Aiden said as he bent forward, putting an arm around her back between her and his brother.
Noah helped her slide her legs off the arms of the chair and over Aiden’s awaiting arm. He settled it behind her knees and lifted, carrying her toward the house. The cool evening air hit her bare skin, and she shivered, snuggling closer into Aiden’s arms.
“Cold?” he asked.
“A little.”
“We’ll get you warmed up.”
His lips touched the top of her head, and she smiled, thinking just how right all of this felt.
Chapter Eighteen
Noah strolled into the kitchen, his legs shaking as he walked. His reaction to Alana had shocked the hell out of him as well as left him weak as a newborn fawn. His legs struggled to hold him upright as he wobbled into the kitchen.
The file lying on the counter caught his attention, and he placed his palm on it. Whatever was inside was what Alana wanted to talk to them about, and he had a sinking suspicion it was about his mother.
Why would Alana be dredging his mother up, and what did she have to do with all this? Were the answers inside? He wasn’t sure he wanted to know.
She’d left them when they were babies. What kind of mother left their children?
Gram never talked about her. Neither did Karen. He frowned, thinking back to that night so many years ago. The night Karen had told him he was special, that he was the center. Noah sighed. Whatever the hell that meant.
Had she mentioned his mother then? He couldn’t remember.
What did it all matter anyway? She was gone. They’d accepted that years ago.
Alana’s squeal carried down the hallway, and Noah winced at the needle pricks in the muscles of his legs. He glanced down in surprise. Alana had said her legs were asleep. The blood was rushing back, sending sharp, slightly painful needle pricks throughout the muscles of her legs.
What the hell? This only happened with Aiden. Why was he feeling Alana’s pain?
Shaking his head, he closed his eyes and tried to block out the sensations. It took a second, but they eventually subsided. He quickly grabbed the file and headed down the hall toward Aiden’s bedroom at the back of the house.
Alana was on the bed, lying on her back. Aiden was on his knees, rubbing at her calves to ease the ache.
“You okay?” Noah asked, chuckling softly as he leaned against the doorjamb watching them.
“I’m okay now,” she replied, turning her head to the side so she could look at him.
Her hair was a riot of red curls against the cream color of the pillowcase, her skin lightly tanned, her eyes a vibrant green. She was so damn pretty Noah couldn’t keep from staring at her like an idiot.
“I shouldn’t have kept you on the arms of the chair for so long.”
She shrugged, her lips twitching just a little as a light blush moved over her cheeks. “I’m not complaining.”
Noah smiled. “Good thing. If you complained, I would’ve had to spank you.” Her eyes widened, and a spark of interest darkened the green. “Unless of course you like the idea, and then we may just spank you for the hell of it.”
Alana snorted, making Aiden chuckle as he dropped his hands from her calves.
“And just what was that snort for, missy?” Aiden teased.
“Nothing,” she replied, a small, coy smile tugging at her lips.
Aiden put his hand at the back of her thigh and pushed it back, exposing one hip. He slapped it hard enough to make a loud pop, and she squealed before falling into a peal of laughter and forcing her leg back down.
“All right, you two. Stop messing around. Alana came here to talk with us about something. Maybe we should let her.”
He dropped onto the bed and leaned back against the leather headboard. He held the file up and stared down at Alana. “What’s in this?”
Her smile faded, and she sat up, grabbing the sheet to cover herself. “It’s what Lisa found when she was researching the girl you see.”
“Really?” Aiden said as he grabbed the file and opened it.
The second he did, he froze, staring in silence at the first page, which had the picture of their mother and grandfather, each holding one of the twins.
“This is um…” Alana took a deep breath before continuing and watched Aiden wipe nervously at his mouth. “This is you and your mother.” She pointed to the description under the picture. “It has your names here.”
He looked at Alana with a confused frown before glancing back down at the picture. “I don’t know that I’ve ever seen a picture of her.”
“You have, you just don’t remember,” Noah replied.
“We were one when she left. We never really knew why.” He stared back at Alana. “Why did Lisa dig this up?”
“Because the woman in the picture is who Noah sees.” She reached forward and pulled a piece of paper from the bottom of the file, putting it on top. “This is the police sketch that Noah did of the ghost he’s seen.”
Aiden pulled it to the side, studying both pictures. “My God. They’re identical.”
“Yeah,” Alana whispered.
Aiden frowned as Noah sat silent. “But that would mean she’s dead.”
Noah tensed, not sure he really wanted to reopen this wound. “It doesn’t matter, Aiden.”
“What the hell do you mean it doesn’t matter?” Aiden snapped. “Aren’t you curious as to what happened to her?” Noah remained silent. “You’re not, are you?”
“No.”
“I am,” Aiden snapped.
“Why?” Noah snapped back, making Alana jump. “Where the hell was she all those years, Aiden? Not with us, that’s for damn sure.”
“It’s because she was dead.”
Her voice was so soft, so uncertain, Noah wasn’t even sure he’d heard her correctly. “Excuse me?”
She leaned forward and grabbed another page from the file. With uncertainty making her forehead crinkle, she handed it to him. “She was found dead
.”
Noah stared at the article in shock, numb of any emotions except confusion.
“What does it say?” Aiden asked.
Noah took a deep breath. “It’s an article about the murder of a Jane Doe five counties over. She was beaten and mutilated, everywhere except her face. A sketch artist did a composite. The sketches match.”
Aiden snatched it from Noah’s hand and quickly read it. “My God. Do you know what this means?” Aiden asked as he looked at Noah. “Maybe she didn’t leave willingly at all.”
Noah shook his head stubbornly. They didn’t know that. They didn’t know why she left. For all they knew, she hadn’t been kidnapped and had left willingly with the man who’d killed her, leaving her sons behind to grow up motherless.
Alana placed a palm on his thigh. “Noah.”
“No,” he said with more calm than he felt. “I’ve gone my whole life living with the idea that our mother left us deliberately. Nothing here changes that notion. Gram never said anything bad about her, but she never denied our mother ran out on us either.”
“Maybe she didn’t know,” Alana offered. “Maybe your mother was kidnapped, and everyone just thought she ran away.”
“I’m not going to second-guess what happened or hold hope that will never be verified. Our mother left us, Alana. That’s that.”
“Why are you seeing her?” she asked. “Maybe she’s been here all along and you just didn’t realize it.”
“That’s ridiculous.”
Alana watched Noah as he climbed from the bed and headed toward the door. She felt a lump of sadness in her throat at his determination to continue to believe the worst.
“Where are you going?” she asked.
“To shower. We have a house to investigate.”
“We’re taking the night off,” Alana called.
Noah paused before continuing toward his own room.
“Is he always so stubborn?”
Aiden still sat at the foot of the bed, studying the file. “Yeah, but honestly, I understand how he feels. We’ve gone our whole lives believing what we did of her. It would be hard to change that now, especially when we still don’t know the whole truth.”
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