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Jessica caught her breath as arousal spiraled through her like a corkscrew. At this angle, it felt like he was driving a tree trunk into her pussy—thick and hard. As he sped up his thrusts, his balls slapped against her buttocks. Every stroke of his cock over the rippling muscles of her sheath and especially his thumb circling her clit stoked her higher.
Her body tightened. He grimaced, an expression bordering on pain, but one she knew was passion. He slammed into her, again and again. Then he rose up on his knees, canting her hips higher, and ground down against her. “Come for me, darlin'.” His thumb rubbed over her clit at just the right moment.
Her orgasm came roiling to the surface, brutal and impossible to fight off. With a cry, she came, her back arching as her cunt clamped down around his thick shaft.
"That's it,” he growled. He threw back his head and slammed his hips against hers one more time. He came with a roar, the tendons of his neck rigid, each muscle held in stark relief.
Her climax was merciless, a firestorm of carnal pleasure so great it left her boneless when it retreated. At some point Brock moved her legs from his shoulders, and she now lay beneath his sprawled form, her hands dropping from him to lie limply against the mattress.
He stared into her eyes. “You're really something, Jessica Norton. Something I want.” He paused. “Something Nick wants.” He hesitated again, searching her eyes, apparently trying to come to a decision about something.
She swallowed. Tension grew as she waited for him to go on.
"You need to know that he just experienced everything I did. He felt the tight clasp of your pussy on his cock, felt your mouth sucking him off.” He pressed a soft kiss to one corner of her mouth. “When I tasted you...” Brock stroked a finger into her folds, still spread by his softening cock. “When I tasted you, he tasted you, too."
Her eyes widened.
"We're linked to each other, darlin', Nick and I. That's why we share. Because what I need, he needs. What he burns for, I do, too. Think about it."
The tension thickened as she realized what he was talking about. Her breath hitched as lust sizzled through her veins. It was her fantasy come to life. Both of them.
She could have both of them.
The temptation was impossible to refuse. She could have it all—all her desires, her dreams, come true. She wanted nothing more than to give in to it.
Could she?
Dare she?
How could she not?
After all, Papaw had let Brock in with no problems, had even let him stay once the fun got started. She tried not to think too hard on that part of it, hoping that wherever his spirit was, Papaw hadn't been a peeping ghost.
She felt Brock's penis slip from her body and suppressed a moan of disappointment. If she could, she'd always have him inside her, though she supposed that was impractical. He couldn't walk around with a woman attached to his cock all the time.
Though he'd probably try, given the chance.
A giggle left her.
He raised one dark brow. “Having sex with both of us amuses you?"
Humor fled and a shiver worked through her at the thought of having both of them. Jessica pressed her lips together and shook her head. “No. Not amuses.” She reached up and stroked dark hair away from his forehead. “Makes me hot."
His slow grin was from the devil himself. “Good. That makes three of us."
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CHAPTER 7
The next evening, Nick rode along with Brock to the Nortons’ house. He was still wound up from Brock's encounter with Jessica the night before—still wound up hoping he'd get his chance with her today, with or without Brock.
The sun was just beginning to set as Brock turned into the driveway leading up to the old Victorian. “Would you calm down,” he muttered and brought the vehicle to a stop.
Nick unclipped his seat belt and opened the door before his twin had the SUV in park. He shot a look at Brock over his shoulder as he jumped out of the vehicle. “At least you were there, got to feel it firsthand, got to see her in her passion.” He slammed the door and walked toward the front of the SUV. He waited until he heard the driver's side door close before he added, “I got everything secondhand. So don't tell me to calm down."
His body still hummed with sexual excitement that burned just beneath the surface. He fell into step beside his twin and walked up the stairs and onto the narrow front porch. Raising his hand, he rapped his knuckles on the door. As soon as he heard Jessica's voice, his cock jumped. He clenched his jaw and started thinking of baseball statistics, anything to get his unruly dick under control. “Who was the All-Star MVP in 1997?"
Brock's chuckle was strained. “You know that never works.” His face was grim as he fought to get his own arousal tamped down. An arousal that broadcast itself loud and clear to Nick.
The door opened and there she stood, dressed in a pink and white sundress that brought out the strawberries and cream in her complexion. Her lips were slick with gloss, her dark eyes wide, staring at them with shy longing.
It brought both their erections roaring back to life.
Nick let his gaze travel over supple curves down to her bare feet. Bright pink polish adorned her toenails and a silver ring curled delicately around one of her middle toes. It was such a feminine look that it drew everything primitively male in him to the fore. He drew a deep breath and fought for control. All he wanted to do was push her inside and take her up against the nearest wall.
Taste her for himself. Feel her cunt gripping his cock.
"Settle down,” he heard Brock murmur. “Grandma's comin'."
And then there the old lady was, clad in a light blue dress and holding her white handbag with both hands. Stockings and orthopedic shoes completed the outfit. “There you are, boys. I'm afraid I can't stay,” she went on, motioning them inside. Once they were out of the doorway, she went out onto the porch and turned. “But my friend Mabel Hornby called. She's not feeling well, so I'm going to go sit with her a while."
Nick saw Jessica's eyes widen. “But, Nana...” she sputtered.
Mrs. Norton raised one hand and fluttered it in a wave. “Oh, you'll be fine with these boys. They know what you need. For the house, I mean.” One wrinkled lid dropped in a wink. “I'm sure I'll be with Mabel for several hours.” She turned and walked down the stairs, holding onto the railing with one hand. As she set off down the walkway, then headed toward her neighbor's house, Nick could hear her humming.
He raised one brow and looked at Brock.
His twin pushed the door closed with one foot. “Well, now. Ain't this a nice turn of events?” He walked toward Jessica with slow, measured strides. She took a few steps back and then stopped, holding her ground.
Nick could see a pulse beating madly in her throat. But though she seemed a little nervous, she wasn't afraid.
He moved forward and stood beside his twin. Unable to resist, he reached out and cupped the side of her head in his palm, stroking his thumb over the silken skin of her cheek.
"Have you thought more about what I said?” Brock brought one hand up and skimmed it over her shoulder, then down her arm, linking their fingers together.
Her gaze darted from him to Nick. White teeth came down on her lower lip. Nick moved his hand and slid his thumb over her lip, freeing it from her teeth. He lightly touched his mouth to hers. When he drew back, she stared at him with deep yearning in her eyes.
"I'd say she's thought about it.” Nick scrubbed his fingers gently against her scalp, smiling when her eyes fluttered closed and she leaned her head into his touch. “What decision have you come to, sweetheart?"
She licked across her lower lip. Her deep breath raised her breasts, drawing his gaze. Her nipples were hard little points against the cotton material of her dress. Tight peaks that begged for his mouth.
Or was it that his mouth begged for those tight peaks?
"I ... I want you. Both of you.” Her gaze held h
is, a shy determination in their depths that made the blood rush straight to his cock.
"And have us you shall.” Brock kissed her, a soft, slow meeting of lips.
As soon as he moved back, Nick turned her face toward him and brought his open mouth down onto hers, sliding the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip before deepening the kiss.
She tasted like cinnamon. With an effort, he dragged his mouth away. “God, you taste good."
"Good enough to eat,” Brock agreed.
Nick could feel how rigid his twin's body was. He felt the same—as though if he moved he might fly apart into the most base of molecules at any moment. “Let's go up to your room, sweetheart."
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Jessica's belly did a slow flip-flop at Nick's words. His voice was dark and rough, and it fired her desire. Breath coming shallowly with excitement, she led the way up the stairs to her bedroom. It was really going to happen—she was really going to realize her fantasy of making love to both these men. She went into the room first and turned to face them.
Brock moved around behind her, and Nick gripped her hips, easing her backward as he came into the room. He closed the door with his foot and pushed her flush against his twin.
She went still, bemused by the gentle strength that emanated from the two men. Blanketed on both sides by their warmth, she felt wrapped in protectiveness.
As well as surrounded by a healthy dose of lust.
Heat rushed through her body, arousal curling through her as her pussy wept with her juices. She was about to make love with two men—with twins.
She'd never done anything so intensely carnal, though she'd always wanted to.
Last night, after Brock had left her, she'd fallen asleep and dreamed of these two bad boys. The images were still alive in her head—Brock, his hard cock drilling into her pussy while Nick's filled her mouth. The dream had been highly erotic—two men, strong and dominant, focused on her pleasure.
Hungry for her.
Now the dream was going to come true, and she wasn't about to deny herself.
From behind her, Nick bent and pressed a kiss to her neck. Her head fell back against his shoulder. Brock dipped his head, his mouth covering hers, his tongue thrusting between her lips to stroke and duel with hers. The kiss was blistering in its intensity, sending shockwaves along her nerve endings.
Two sets of big, warm hands roamed her body, hitching her passion up another notch, sending sparks sizzling into the depths of her pussy. Sexual excitement surged through her bloodstream to spasm deep inside her womb.
"God, you're so soft. Smell so good,” Nick whispered against her neck. “I knew you'd be like this.” His hands smoothed over her hips, his lips trailed from the side of her neck to her shoulder.
Brock moved one broad palm to her breast. Jessica cried out, the sound swallowed by his kiss, and pressed into his hand. She raised her arms and looped them around his neck, her fingers twisting into his silky hair as he held her close against him. The evidence of his arousal was a long, hard wedge between them.
There was an equally fierce erection pressing against the small of her back.
Nick's hands stroked across her buttocks. She shuddered at the touch. As his hands gripped the material of her dress and began easing it upward, more cream spilled from her pussy, slid along the lips of her sex, dampening her thong.
Brock ate at her mouth, teeth nipping, lips bruising, hot mouth swallowing her moans of pleasure. Her hands clenched in his hair.
When Nick's mouth brushed over the bare skin of her ass, she realized he was on his knees behind her. She shuddered, her hands fisting in Brock's hair. Anticipation fired her blood.
"God, you have the most luscious ass.” Nick's voice was a rasp. His hands urged her legs apart, then he stroked between her thighs, going higher and higher, but not touching her swollen pussy.
Her legs trembled and she adjusted her stance. She wasn't going to ruin everything by falling over. But she wasn't sure how much longer her shaking legs would support her.
Brock tore his mouth from hers and buried his lips in the dip at the base of her throat. As Nick's fingers and mouth moved over the curves of her ass, Brock grasped her hands and pulled them from behind his neck. She started to protest, but once her arms were at her sides, he eased the tiny straps of her dress down her shoulders until the dress caught on the upper curves of her breasts. He tugged until the material rested beneath the bottom edge of her strapless bra.
Brock made a rough sound deep in his throat. Reaching around her, he unhooked the bra and slowly drew it away, letting it dangle from one big hand as he stared at her partial nudity.
The sight of her no-frills white bra hanging in his fingers, dark against the material, made her breath hitch in her throat. She felt suspended in time, waiting, feeling.
He let the bra drop to the floor and took one nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. At the same time, Nick parted the cheeks of her ass and moved the narrow strap of her thong from between her buttocks. He started tracing designs on her skin with his tongue, coming closer and closer to the rosebud entrance of her ass.
"Oh, God!” Jessica arched in Brock's arms, holding him to her breast. The suction of his mouth on her sensitive flesh and that devilish tongue on her ass had frantic need building in her pussy. She was burning alive and loving every minute of it.
Brock gripped her leg, just behind her knee, and lifted it, holding it against his hip as his twin moved between her legs. Nick lapped at her flesh, licking up the cream spilling from her cunt. His tongue thrust inside her sheath, fucking her in with fast, hard strokes.
One long finger joined in as he wet it in her juices, then began to breech the tight entrance to her ass. His finger pushed into her slowly. As her muscles adjusted, he added another finger. A small spark of pain mixed with the pleasure, pushing her closer to the edge.
"Does it feel good, darlin'?” Brock's voice was a rasp against her breast. He held her securely, supporting her while Nick drove her crazy. “Do you like it?"
Dazed with pleasure, all Jessica could do was moan in response. Good was too small a word to describe how she felt. This was better than good.
It was more than she'd ever dared to dream it would be.
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CHAPTER 8
Brock straightened and stared down at Jessica. Her lips were parted as she gasped for breath, her eyes closed while she pressed back against Nick's fingers. Cupping the side of her face, Brock lowered his head to cover her mouth with his. He caressed her warm, supple flesh, fingers gently tugging and twisting her distended nipples.
His heart thumped hard behind his ribs. Something long dead stirred within him. Tender—and not so tender—emotions roiled up, softening his cynical soul. He knew right then that he would cherish this woman until his final breath.
He deepened the kiss, moving his hand below her chin, fingers and thumb spanning her jaw, holding her steady so he could ravish her mouth. His tongue glided over hers, tasting her sweetness, drinking down her moans of need.
He would never be able to get enough of her. And he knew Nick felt the same way.
Lifting his head, he saw his twin place a kiss against one smooth buttock. Nick reached into his pocket and pulled out a handkerchief, then withdrew his fingers from her anus and wiped them off. He slipped her thong down her legs, his big hand around first one dainty foot and then the other as he helped her step out of them. He stood, his heavy-lidded gaze meeting Brock's.
"You sure you want this?” Brock slid his hand around to the base of her skull and lightly massaged, then leaned over to pull her dress up and over her head. He let it drop to the floor and stared at her luscious body.
It was the stuff of heaven on earth—full curves and soft, silky skin made for a man's touch.
When Nick moved closer, she sighed and leaned her head against his shoulder. Her eyes opened, revealing the dazed passion in their depths. “I want this."
The two men
sidestepped their way across the room, keeping Jessica sandwiched between them. Pausing beside the bed, Nick placed a kiss against the side of her throat. “Will you take Brock in your mouth while I fuck that sweet little pussy of yours, sweetheart?"
Brock saw the hard shudder that went through her at his twin's words. She was as turned on by this as they were.
She glanced at Nick, then over to Brock. “But, I thought, since you were...” She broke off, a blush riding high on her cheeks. “What I mean is ... Since you had your fingers ... in my ass, I thought one of you would ... take me there."
"We thought it'd be a bit presumptuous of us to bring along a bottle of lubricant.” Brock's words came past a throat tight with lust. As much as he'd like to see Nick shuttling in and out of her mouth, there was nothing like having his twin plowing into a woman's back channel while he fucked her pussy. “And it would hurt you too much to try without it."
Properly done, it was nirvana for all three partners. And something they would eventually do with Jessica. But not now.
"I have some."
He looked down at Jessica's earnest face. “You have some what?"
"Lubricant.” Her hands made an abortive move to cover her nudity but, after a moment, she dropped her hands back to her sides and lifted her chin. But the flush over her cheeks deepened. She glanced toward the bedside table, where he saw a small bottle of lube. “I bought some at the grocery store this morning. I would've bought some condoms, but I didn't know what kind..."
Her gaze skittered down over his body and settled on his groin. The tip of her tongue came out to wet her lips as she looked back up at his face.
He could see she still battled her innate shyness. Being nude while the two of them were completely clothed made her uncomfortable. Without breaking her gaze, he brought his hands up and unbuttoned his shirt.
Nick took a step back and began to undress as well. “Anything that comes in extra large and ribbed for her pleasure would've worked,” he quipped from behind her.
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