As if I’d kissed him properly instead of dying inside cos I hadn’t.
You kissed Orla instead.
No. That wasn’t it. Wanting them both was churning me up inside, but not because there were two of them. My blood rushed south for Nash, in this moment and every one I’d lived through since I’d set eyes on him all those years ago, but the inferno I carried for his beautiful girl burned as bright.
Ashot.
I thought of her as Nash’s cock filled my hand and his strong legs trembled.
Of them.
Ofus.
“Jesus—fuck.” Nash began to fuck my grip, hinging forward, dropping his clenched fists on either side of my head. I wrapped my hand around the back of his neck, holding his face inches from mine, knowing this was it. That more than having him naked on top of me and his dick in my hand, if my lips touched his, that lid my wise and wonderful twin had been banging on about would fly off into the stratosphere and never come down.
That if Ikissed him, I’d never fuckin’ stop.
I slowed the pace even more, my cock straining against the sweats I’d chucked on last night, the heat in my belly a raw ache. We locked eyes, his wide with that feeling you got when your body was about to detonate, mine heavy with desire. With the fuckin’ need for some friction.
For his mouth on mine.
Kiss him.
No.
Yes.
I stretched my neck at the same moment he leaned down.
“Locke...”
“Yeah?”
Nash was breathing hard, sweat making his skin shine in the hazy light of the early morning. “I’m so fucking scared—”
In the yard, the chapel door banged open and a shout rang out.
Rubi.
Breakfast. My head knew this, but his holler was loud enough that we both jumped, shattering the reckless spell, and only my grip on Nash stopped him from tumbling off the bed.
“Jesus Christ.” He pressed a fist to his chest. “Can’t that twat do anything below eighty-thousand decibels?”
“Jesus or Rubi?”
“Either. Both.Fuck.” Nash flopped down next to me. “Am I even awake right now?”
“You’re naked,” I supplied. “If that helps.”
“Only if I need reminding that I was about to bust a nut all over you while picturing you kissing Orla last night. Either that, or I was gonna have a heart attack.”
“That bad, eh?”
“Thatgood.”Nash cringed as Rubi yelled again, and his phone danced on the bedside table. “These shitheads never give me a minute.”
“They probably think you’re still asleep. You’re a fucker to wake up.”
“I know.”
