“Look how much you fucking love being between my brother and me,” Brennan murmurs against my mouth.
I shouldn’t be.But I want to.
Cameron’s lips glide against the shell of my ear. “Just imagine how much more she would love it if we were both between those pretty legs.”
Brennan and I simultaneously shiver at his words.
“Just say the words, Taryn,” Brennan urges insistently. “Tell my brother how much you want us.”
Most people have a devil and an angel resting on their shoulders, battling for control. I, on the other hand, have two twins taking turns sharing the role of the devil—one behind me and the other in front, their rock-hard cocks rubbing against my clothing. Layers of clothing are baking me from the inside out like the cookies in the oven.
Cameron’s fingertips drift over my shoulder and down the length of my arm, summoning goosebumps that pepper my skin. “The next move is yours.”
My body moves before I have time to ponder my actions.
If they want to play, then the game is on.
Craning my neck, I grip the back of Cameron’s head behind me to slam my lips against his. He nips my bottom lip, groaning into my mouth.
“Fuck, yes,” Brennan growls, lowering himself in front of me to grip the backs of my thighs. I break my kiss with Cameron, taking the hint to wrap my legs around Brennan’s waist. “Take the cookies out of the oven so they don’t burn, Cam.”
Brennan carries me through the kitchen to the living room. When I think he is about to drop me onto the couch, he takes us behind it and lowers me to my feet.
Cameron’s quick to join us. I’m not quite sure when his shirt came off, but his defined abdomen is glorious as he reaches for the hem of my tank top. He rips it over my head, tossing it onto the back of the couch while Brennan’s fingers dip below the band of my leggings, peeling them down my legs. I unclasp my bra, standing before them completely naked.
“God, I’ve missed these tits,” Cameron says huskily, lowering his mouth to one of my perky pink nipples.
He swirls his masterful tongue, egging on the pulse thrumming at my core. Brennan pulls the other one betweenhis teeth, sucking and nipping, both the soothing and painful sensations shooting liquid heat straight to my pussy.
“I want to taste how wet she is,” Brennan groans.
He grips my waist, spinning me around so my stomach is in line with the back of the couch. Placing his hand on the ridges of my spine, he pushes down so I’m bent at the hips, lying over the edge on top of the cushions. Weaving an arm under my thigh, he hikes one of my legs up onto the back of the couch, opening me up to them.
Cameron’s palm drifts over the apples of my ass, his fingers dragging down and through my arousal that’s now dripping down my legs.
“Oh, shit,” I tremble, dropping my head to bask in the pleasure.
His fingers vanish, the hot warmth of a tongue replacing his digits between my seam. Cameron walks around the couch and appears in front of me. My body tenses, knowing that Brennan is the one with his head between my legs as his tongue starts to flick my throbbing clit. Cameron lifts his glistening fingers, pushing them into his mouth to lick them clean, and at the same time, Brennan thrusts one into me.
They are both tasting me in two completely different ways, and I’ve never seen anything so erotic.
I moan, my steadfast gaze locked on Cameron while Brennan continues to wind me tighter with his mouth and his fingers gliding against my walls, strumming that spot that has my balance wavering on the one leg holding my weight up.
Cameron sits on the couch before me, his hand wrapping around my throat as he draws his face closer to mine.
“I want you to taste how addictive you are.” Claiming my mouth, his tongue instantly collides with mine while his brother teases my clit in slow, teasing strokes.
Cameron’s lips continue to explore mine unhurriedly.
Slowly.
Fucking addictively.
The air shifts, sending chills across every inch of my exposed skin. Something feels wrong. I sense it in how my skin crawls, like the legs of spiders, overwhelming me with an awareness that leaves me flustered.
My gut churns, and the nausea peels my eyes open. They instantaneously clash with a pair of dark green ones in the foyer—eyes that are usually vivid and alive.
But now, they are the color of grass under a looming sky threatening to unleash brutal rain.
