Just the sound of her light breathing between us. Something I could get used to.
“I know.”
Something in his voice makes it more than knowing. Of course, he wants her too. What dickwad wouldn’t? She is perfect with her big attitude, bossing me around, and calling me nene.
“What’s up, bro?”
I don’t bother shifting my head to look at him. I can feel the stirring of his emotions in my chest. It’s a twin thing.
“I’m falling for her.”
It comes out as a rippled sigh. Sad and shit. I know exactly where it’s coming from. It took a long time to come out of that woman. Messed him up in the head for too long. It’s when we started sharing. He needed to get laid, and who better than me to be his wingman? Like I always say, why mope when you can fuck? Trade one fat ass for another. Looking the way we do and being twins on top of that, we get pussy left and right. Guaranteed after every party we throw. It’s half the reason we throw them.
“That’s not good,” I mutter, closing my eyes against the intrusive pool glow that was highlighting my angel a few minutes ago.
“I know.”
“What’cha going to do about it? Stop your heart? Stop your cock? Because I want to tag team her before you fuck it all up.”
Another rippled sigh. Then nothing. I wait and then move my fingers to my mouth, sucking her drying juices and groaning deep in my throat. She tastes like a fucking fruit cup. Vision of diving into her holes like a damn jello cup dance before my eyes. Pineapple is what I decide she is.
“Hey, Mas?”
“Yeah?”
“Close the fucking curtains.”
The last thing I hear is the motorized track going and the curtains finally blocking out the glow on my face so I can sleep on my new favorite pillow. One that smells like cum and tastes like pineapple fruit cups. Then Mas.
“I won’t stop either.”
CHAPTER 11
MASSIMO
My head’s a mess. Not my lower head, he’s great, if not too full again to remain lying next to her without doing something about it. With Em’s snores filling the room and her soft body in my arms, I was up all night. I finally got up when my cock needed draining, doing that over the bathroom sink before showering and grabbing a workout in the fitness room we have upstairs.
Even after all that, I couldn’t convince myself that this won’t end in disaster. That I won’t get hurt again. Now that we actually have her. My heart wants more. Like it did with her. The one before. I’ve tried not to go there. Many times, but something about wanting Sofia to stay around has brought those memories back.
I could hear it in Em’s voice last night. Of course, he wants her. I mean, look at her. She’s a total smoke show, caring, and a basic badass. But he wants her in one way. I want her in every way. All the ways I gave to someone who didn’t deserve it. I don’t want to make that mistake again, but with Sof, I think she could be different. Might actually need me for me. Want, both Em and me. She’s older. Sees bad shit every day and takes care of random people all the time. But who takes care of her? No one, and I want us to be that for her.
She didn’t balk at it like most girls do when the alcohol wears off. Nah, she’s been sober the whole time and still curious. She didn’t freak out last night when Em pushed in. I saw her watching him. Her eyes were glued to my brother’s junk. Her pussy flooded with wetness. That’s something she can’t hide or deny. She wanted him, right alongside what I was doing to her. Good. We plan to give her the complete twin treatment. But with how I’m feeling, I want her to look at me the way I do her.
“Ugh, this sucks,” I groan over the breakfast I’m making to serve her in bed. Another tactic to make her happy and get her to stay.
“What sucks?”
I spin around when I hear her voice. She’s wearing one of my shirts. Drowning in it. Her hair is a wild mess. Dark circles surround her eyes. I don’t know if it’s makeup or natural, but she looks way prettier. Way less stressed. Her hands plant on her hips, the only thing that adds shape to my shirt that’s almost to her knees.
“Damn, you’re even more beautiful now than last night.”
I can’t help but tell her. My heart does that stupid pitter-patter thing it does whenever she’s around me now. She sort of frowns. Then I sort of frown.
“You don’t have to say that. You still got laid last night, if that’s what you’re after.”
Not even close to what I’m after. And technically, I didn’t get laid. I gave her oral. I’d have done a lot more if I could have. Said a lot more too. Like, what’cha doing the rest of your life? Living, loving, and fucking my brother and me. Okay. I’ll order a bigger bed today.
“It’s true,” she insists when I cross the space, ready to take her into my arms. But she steps back. I stop, frown harder. “What’s wrong?”
