My Twin Trouble (Middlemarch Shifters Book 15)

by Shelley Munro

  “Pervert,” Sly teased.

  Kiera whooshed the overalls down her legs and kicked them aside. She sashayed around the table and sat on his knee. Joe’s arms came around her. He nuzzled her neck, the familiar scents of motor oil and hand cleanser, along with the underlying floral soap created contentment in him. The new note of scent on her skin smelled familiar as well. Sly.

  “You’ve touched her,” he said to Sly.

  Sly nodded and Kiera slapped Joe’s arm. “A little patience. I’m going to tell you about it. That was our deal.”

  And they’d obviously stuck to the deal because Sly hadn’t known she wore those sexy bits of nothing beneath her overalls. Joe cupped one breast and played with her nipple, plucking at the fabric-covered nub until it drew to a hard peak.

  “Sly arrived at the garage not long before I rang you.” She paused to wriggle on his lap, his subtle teasing already having an effect on her.

  Sly winked at him surreptitiously, and Joe felt a real kinship with his twin. It made him realize the yawning distance between them until they’d started to woo Kiera together. Something had clicked into place inside him now.

  Acceptance. Love.

  They’d needed Kiera to bridge the distance between them.

  “Carry on,” Joe said, unable to hide his satisfaction.

  “I didn’t have any customers. Sly and I went behind the vehicle I was working on so we were out of sight if a customer arrived.”

  “Very prudent,” Joe said, his mouth twitching without permission.

  “Stop laughing,” Kiera said. “Do you want the story or not?”

  “I’m listening.” Joe made a buttoning motion across his lips.

  “We started to kiss. He kisses different from you.”

  Sly leaned forward. “How so?”

  “You kiss more aggressively. Not in a bad way,” she hastened to add. “You make me feel as if I’m the first woman in your life and if you don’t get a kiss right now you’ll expire. Your kisses make me go weak at the knees.”

  “That would be because you’re the first woman I’ve wanted to kiss or fuck since Maggie,” Sly said. “Before last night, I hadn’t had sex for months. Sweetheart, I’m a desperate man.”

  “If I weren’t a secure man, I could take that as a challenge,” Joe said lazily. Part of him was amazed he felt comfortable talking about his mate getting cozy with another man even if it was his twin.

  “Quiet.” Kiera poked him in the chest with her forefinger. When he remained silent, she continued. “We were pushed for time since I needed to finish the vehicle I was working on. I undid Sly’s jeans and scooped out his cock.”

  “Did you pull his jeans right down?” Joe cast a sneaky look at his brother and noticed the faint tide of color in his cheeks, the glitter and intense scrutiny in his eyes. To try a theory, Joe moved his hand to Kiera’s other breast and offered it the same treatment. First he cupped the soft globe in his hand, testing the weight. Kiera’s breath eased out in a sigh of pleasure. He started to tug on her nipple—short, hard pulls designed to echo in her pussy. Sly’s gaze followed his hand, and Joe almost grinned when his brother shifted on his chair and surreptitiously yanked on his jeans. “Kiera? I asked you a question.”

  “No, I opened the fly and pulled down his boxer-briefs. I put them under his balls and his cock lifted for me.”

  A shudder worked through Joe as the image sharpened in his mind. He stored it away for future use. “Carry on.”

  “This story would go much quicker if you quit cutting in with questions,” Sly said wryly.

  Joe grinned. He slipped a finger beneath the wispy material of her bra and caressed the soft curve of flesh.

  “I played with Sly’s cock until he told me to put it inside my mouth. He ordered me to follow his instructions.”

  “How did you feel about the order, babe?”

  “I liked it. I like the way both of you push me and tell me exactly what you want. I usually hate people ordering me around. My brothers piss me off when they try to tell me what to do or how to behave, but this is different. It…it makes me hot. I like not having to think. Your instructions sort of float through me. All I need to do is concentrate on how everything makes me feel and the pleasure of the physical contact.”

  Joe exchanged a look with Sly. God, he loved this woman. He thanked fate for screwing with his tractor and sending him in Kiera’s direction.

  “I took his cock into my mouth and licked the pre-come from his slit. He pushed deeper and I liked it. I sucked and licked. He groaned a lot and his cock swelled. I enjoyed having power over him, feeling him pulse. I squeezed his balls and tugged on them. I did everything in my power to tease him.”

  Joe removed his finger from her bra and idly ran his hands up and down her torso. She shifted her weight and the sweet scent of her arousal drifted up to him. His hand dipped lower to toy with the band of her panties. She wriggled again, parting her legs a fraction in silent invitation.

  Sly let out a harsh groan, his hand disappearing below the table again.

  “What happened next?” Joe prompted.

  “I took Sly’s cock as deep as I could and sucked hard. He started to come.” Kiera stiffened and he stilled his hand to refocus her. “He was still coming in my mouth when someone hollered for me.”

  Joe chuckled. “Really? They almost caught you?”

  “Sly cursed and yanked out of my mouth. He spurted on my face.”

  Joe’s amusement stuck in his chest and he barked out a cough. “Who was it?” he asked when he could speak again.

  “My brothers,” Kiera said in disgust. “Matthew is always spoiling my fun. Sly wiped my face with his T-shirt and I spoke with them while Sly righted his clothes. My brothers suspected what we’d been doing. Matthew acted all high and mighty, but we amused Oscar and Tyrone. They like you guys.”

  “Good to know,” Joe said. “What happened with Matthew?”

  “He told me if I didn’t return to England with him I wouldn’t get my trust fund. Oh wait. First it came out that he’s emptied their business bank account. Oscar and Tyrone are really pissed with him. They’re flying home today to sort out the mess.”

  Joe let his fingers wander through the thin strip of pubic hair and dip into her slit. His finger glided across the warm, wet flesh with the ease of a hot knife sliding through butter. She let out a moan and arched to deepen the contact. A twin-edged sword. The friction of her backside against his cock was playing hell with his willpower. “Hold that thought, babe.” Joe lifted her off his lap.

  “Take off your panties and bra,” Sly said, reading Joe with ease.

  The whisper of the delicate fabric as she disrobed seemed loud. Joe unfastened his jeans and stood to yank off both them and his underwear. He flung his T-shirt on the floor. Naked, he sat again and ran his hand down the length of his cock while he watched Kiera. His gaze stroked along the lush curves of her body—her breasts, her hips and her arse. “Have a seat, babe.”

  She turned to face him.

  “No, face me,” Sly said. “I get to watch you come around Joe’s cock.”

  Kiera bit her bottom lip and clambered awkwardly onto his lap. Joe gripped her hips and lifted her. She guided his cock to her snug opening and sank down with a sigh of enjoyment.

  “That’s it,” Sly said.

  Fully seated, Joe wanted to move this along. His balls ached like the devil, but first—the rest of the story. “What else did your brother say?”

  “We have to talk about them now?”

  “Yeah, we do,” Sly answered for Joe. “Finish the story and we’ll get to the good stuff.”

  Joe’s hands tightened on her hips and he lifted her, letting her slide back down. Fuck. He might expire from pleasure before they went much further. The snug fit of her pussy felt different from this angle. “Kiera, what happened?”

  “Matthew denies he has a gambling problem. He has signing authority for my trust fund. It sounds as if he’s spent that too.”
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  Joe frowned. What sort of brother was he? Stealing from family wasn’t right. “Do we need to do something?”

  “If it wasn’t my brother, I’d say yes.” She moaned when he lifted her again and her pussy rippled around his cock. Hot damn, she made him feel ten feet tall. Because they both seemed to enjoy it, he lifted her again, allowing himself to meet her downward slide with a thrust of his own.

  “So you’re gonna let him get away with stealing from you?” Sly asked.

  Joe watched the hunger etched on Sly’s features—the way his gaze didn’t leave her bouncing breasts. “Sly, touch her breasts.” When Sly scooted his chair closer and reached out, Joe said, “Mouth only.”

  “You’re meant to torture Kiera, not me.” Sly leaned over and blew on one of her nipples.

  Joe concentrated on lifting Kiera, a tremor arcing through him with each rise and fall of her on his cock. He loved seeing the rear view for a change, the long line of her back and her rounded backside. He imagined fucking her in the arse, and a hoarse curse tore from this throat. “Touch yourself, Kiera.”

  “You didn’t tell Joe what your brothers are doing?” Sly winked at him.

  “I… Oh…” Her wet channel clutched his cock as he sank deep.

  “I want to hear the entire story,” Joe said.

  “But I…”

  “Can’t focus?” Sly asked, his dark brows rising.

  “How am I meant to concentrate with Joe’s cock filling me and you fiddling with my boobs?”

  A smirk formed on Joe’s face. Teasing and driving her crazy was fun.

  Sly didn’t bother to hold back his amusement. “We’re tormenting you?”

  “Oscar and Tyrone are taking charge,” she said speaking rapidly. “They said they’d sell the family estate if necessary.”

  Joe lifted her, gritting his teeth as her pussy caressed every inch of his cock. So. Damn. Good. “Anything to add to the story?”

  “Not right now.”

  “Thank God for that.” Joe ramped up the pace, gripping her hips and thrusting upward, giving no quarter. The loud sounds of fucking filled the kitchen, interspersed by moans and urgent cries. Kiera cried out and went wet around his cock, her inner muscles milking him as she came unglued in his embrace.

  Joe let go and climaxed with a rough shout, his cock pulsing for long moments afterward. He brushed a kiss on Kiera’s mark, unable to resist a quick nibble. A jolt arced her body, followed by a distinct shiver. Joe lifted her off his lap and resettled her facing him. After a quick press of lips, he wrapped his arms around her sweat-slicked body.

  “I need a shower,” Kiera said, trying to pull free.

  “In a minute.” Joe was enjoying holding her and lazy satisfaction made him want to stay like this for a bit longer.

  “I’m starved,” Sly said. “Kiera and I grabbed some frozen pizzas at the store. I’ll put them on.” He stood, leaving them alone for a private moment.

  Joe brushed back her hair from her face, taking a second to savor the silkiness of her skin. “Did you enjoy sucking off Sly?”

  She hesitated, white teeth catching her bottom lip.

  “I want the truth,” Joe said, guessing at her reticence. “I always want truth between us.”

  “I liked it a lot. I have feelings for him.” She made a sound of disgust deep in her throat. “I don’t want him to leave. I want to live with both of you.”

  “Mate with both of us?”

  She shrugged this time. “No. Yes. I don’t know.”

  “Will you make love with both of us tonight?”

  “At the same time?”

  “Yes.” Joe scrutinized her face, searching for the slightest hint of trepidation. What he saw reassured him and he smiled.

  Kiera melted inside. Her mate tripped her switch every time. “I’m gonna take a shower before dinner.” And she’d primp a little, smooth on some body lotion and wear something sexy. Maybe fix her hair. Her heart skipped a beat as she stood, her pulse accelerating with expectation. She kissed Joe on the top of his head and sauntered away to prepare for the evening to come.

  An hour later, the scent of pizza and spices drifted down the passage. She hovered indecisively, feeling stupid in her little black dress, heels and smart hairstyle. Nerves skittered around the pit of her stomach. No, this was a silly idea. She turned on her three-inch heels, intending to go back to change into her usual attire of comfy jeans.

  “Kiera, dinner’s ready.” Sly appeared in the passage. His shrill whistle of appreciation stopped Kiera in her tracks. “Where are you going?”

  Kiera turned and gestured at her dress. “I’m going to change.”

  “Why? You look gorgeous.” Sly offered his arm and guided her into the kitchen. “Guess who I found.”

  “I’ve never seen… How did I get so lucky? You’re beautiful.”

  Sly escorted her to the table and pulled out a chair for her. “Luckily, I set the table and made a salad. Something to lift our meal.”

  Joe set the hot pizza on the table. Sly pulled out the salad and dressing while Joe filled three wineglasses with a red from their family vineyard.

  “To Kiera,” Sly said, lifting his glass.

  “Kiera,” Joe repeated.

  Kiera smiled, happiness filling her. “To the future.” Her instinct to dress for dinner was the right one. While the meal wasn’t anything fancy, she suspected she’d recall this night for years to come.

  “Oscar and Tyrone want to settle in New Zealand. They’ve had enough of Matthew,” Kiera said.

  “She didn’t tell you Matthew tried to force her into a car. He intended to take her home against her will.”

  “Bastard,” Joe said. “Sorry. I shouldn’t talk that way about your brother.”

  “My grandfather is probably spinning in his grave.” Kiera sipped her wine. “He’d be disappointed in Matthew.”

  “What would he think about you?” Sly asked. “Would he approve of you moving to Middlemarch and opening your own business?”

  Kiera’s spurt of happiness filled her. “He loved tinkering with old engines and traveled a lot before age slowed him down. I got the idea to travel from him. Matthew didn’t approve, but he couldn’t stop me because Grandfather left me the money free and clear. Matthew didn’t have access to it, which is good in hindsight.”

  “Lucky for us,” Joe said.

  “Lucky for me,” Kiera said, and just like that, the sensual tension in the kitchen ratcheted up to hot and steamy. After a quick glance at both Sly and Joe, she ran her finger around the rim of her wineglass and stared into the red liquid.

  “Kiera?” Joe’s soft voice whispered across her ear.

  “Yes?” Her finger traced another circle of the rim.

  “Would you like to come to bed?”

  Across the table, Sly focused on his brother then turned back to her. “With both of us.”

  “Yes.” She didn’t hesitate. After offering her agreement she found herself in the bedroom, naked and pressed between two equally nude males. And there was nowhere else she’d rather be right now.

  They started with soft kisses. Kisses on her bare shoulders, trailing across her collarbone and the curve of her breasts. Joe sucked teasing bites from her neck, his tongue periodically lashing her mark. Sly nibbled the underside of her breasts. It was seductive plundering and soon every inch of her body hummed with intense pleasure. Mixed in with all the good sensations was knowledge. This was the right thing to do. While others might act horrified—her older brother for instance—her relationship with the Mitchell twins made her feel secure and sexy and loved. They made her think she could do anything.

  Laughing, the sound tinged with joy, she caressed and teased in return. Limbs tangled as they fell to the mattress. Desire blazed like wild fire, tearing the very last of her reservations aside.

  “Joe.” She grasped his head and laid a kiss on him—a kiss of acceptance. A kiss that attempted to display her love for him. When she finally eased back, she turne
d to Sly. A wary expression settled on his face, only fading when her lips curved into a seductive smile. “Your turn now, Sly.”

  She curled into his muscular body, kissing him with everything she had, trying to show him without words how much she cared for him. The entire time they were kissing, Joe stroked her shoulder, silently telling her this was right. When their mouths parted, they were both breathing hard.

  Sly and Joe seemed to communicate without words because they arranged her flat on her back again and started to caress and kiss each inch of her skin, starting from her shoulders and moving south.

  “That tickles,” she protested. They didn’t answer. Instead two mouths latched on to her breasts, the twin seduction better than she’d imagined.

  Joe lifted his head. “We’re both going to take you tonight.”

  “Are you okay with that?” Sly remained enigmatic and difficult to read. “Kiera?”

  She swallowed. “Do you mean anal sex?”

  “Yeah.” Joe stroked her cheek and the burst of nerves in her settled.

  “I haven’t done that before.”

  “It doesn’t matter,” Sly said. “We know exactly what we’re doing, but if you don’t like it, tell us. We’ll stop straightaway.”

  Another stroke across her cheek. “I love you, babe.”

  Kiera trusted them implicitly. She didn’t doubt they’d do exactly as they promised. “Yes.”

  Sly gently shunted her aside. “Climb aboard.” He stroked his cock, his green gaze jewel-bright with desire.

  Kiera took her time and explored his body. She sucked on flat nipples until they tightened, nibbled at the tender skin of his hip bones and giggled when he grumbled at her lack of haste.

  “Joe hasn’t taught you well,” Sly said.

  “It’s early. We have the entire night,” she countered with a smirk.

  “If I live that long.”

  Joe chuckled and slapped Kiera on the butt. “You’d better move it along. He gets testy when he’s impatient.”

  “I do not,” Sly said.

  Kiera straddled his hips and ground against his erection, leaving a shiny trail of her juices on his skin.