27. Preston
PRESTON
The following Thursday, during volunteering, I can sense my brother’s frustration.
It’s a very familiar feeling because we both know Emma is here today.
She should be sitting down in her treatment chair right about now and instead of sitting with her, we are folding thin white towels two stories down.
“Let’s just go and check on her,” Easton blurts out what I was too unsure to bring up.
“I think we should too,” I agree. “If she doesn’t want us there, we’ll leave.”
Easton nods and throws his half-folded towel back into the basket. “Let’s go.”
We leave the laundry room and make our way to the oncology department at a swift pace. We’ll probably get in trouble for just leaving, but I can’t bring myself to care at this moment. All I care about is seeing her, making sure she is okay.
With each step closer to the treatment room, excitement about seeing her and worry about how she is going to react fills me.
My heart beats rapidly when I push open the door and scan the space.
My eyes land on the chair she usually sits on, but she isn’t there.
I look around the rest of the room, checking everywhere for her.
“She is not here.” Easton points out what I just concluded myself.
“Where the fuck is she and why isn’t she here?” I turn to my twin, who doesn’t have any of the answers either.
Easton shrugs. “I have no idea why she would skip treatment, but we can’t let her do that. We need to find her.”
I nod, and we both turn and walk back the way we just came. Without another word, we walk out to the truck. I get behind the wheel while Easton gets into the passenger seat. I drive straight to Emma’s house and park in the driveway.
“She is going to fight us being here,” Easton voices his opinion before I open the door.
“I don’t know about you, but I don’t care what she thinks at this point. She is going to treatment, and that’s it. She is not giving up or whatever she thinks she is doing.” Even thinking about her giving up enrages me.
“You don’t have to tell me. We’re on the same page here,” Easton agrees.
We both get out of the truck and make our way to the front door. I knock, and Easton rings the doorbell. When nothing happens after a few seconds, I knock again… and again.
The door finally swings open, revealing Emma on the other side. A weight I didn’t even know was there, is lifted off my chest when I take her in. She is wearing her pajamas and fluffy socks, looking adorable as fuck.
“What do you want?” she snaps.
“Why are you skipping your treatment?” Easton asks before I can make my mouth work.
“What is it to you what I do or don’t do?” She throws back at him.
“This is not the time to be a smartass, pearls,” I say, but it comes more out as a threat. Maybe it should be just that. If that is what it takes.
She folds her arms in front of her chest defensively. “I’m not being a smartass. I’m simply telling you that it’s none of your business if I go to my treatment or not.”
“Damnit, Emma.” I’m so fucking frustrated with her, I want to grab and shake some sense into her. Instead of putting my hands on her, I push past her into the house. “Where is your grandma? I’m sure she is not happy with you, either.”
“She isn’t home, and she knows I’m here,” Emma says, but I don’t believe her. Not the part about Lois knowing.
Easton pushes past Emma into the hallway. “Close the door, pearls. We’re not leaving until you talk to us.”
“There is nothing to talk about.” Emma stands her ground, not moving to close the door. She is definitely giving us the cold shoulder. She is barely even looking us in the eyes.
The more she tries to brush us off, the more annoyed I’m getting, to the point where anger creeps up on me. I don’t want to be angry with her, but she is making it really fucking hard not to be.
“Please, just leave,” Emma pleads, as if us being here causes her physical pain.
“No.” I shake my head. “Not until you explain yourself.”
“I don’t have to explain myself to anyone, especially not someone like you.”
It’s like she is trying to hurt my feelings, trying her best to push us away. She expects me to be so frustrated I’ll rush off, but leaving her is the last thing on my mind. She is going to talk to us, even if I have to pry it out of her.
Easton wraps his arms around Emma and moves her out of the way so I can close and lock the door behind us.
When I turn around to face my brother and Emma, she is staring daggers at me. “What now?”
“Talk or I’m going to make you,” I threaten.
“And how are you going to do that?” She questions without an ounce of fear in her voice.
“The only way I know how,” I say without explaining too much to her. The truth is, there is only one way I know to make her submit and open up, and that’s when things get physical.
I lock eyes with my twin, just to confirm we have the same idea. His eyes move toward her bedroom and back. I nod.
“Are you going to walk, or do we have to carry you?”
Emma’s eyes go wide. “Carry me where?”
“To your bedroom, of course,” I say, like it was a stupid question.
“You are not taking me to my bedroom. You are going to leave. Now!” I’m proud of her for keeping her voice strong, even though we all know she is feeling pretty vulnerable right now.
She knows we’re not leaving, and that scares her.
Not because she is scared of us, she is scared of us finding out the truth, whatever she is hiding.
“Carrying it is, I suppose,” Easton announces before picking Emma up around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder.
“Are you serious?” Emma’s high-pitched voice fills the space.
I follow as Easton carries her into her room and deposits her onto the bed. She immediately scoots away from us, pressing her back to the headboard.
“I’m not doing this with you. You need to leave,” Emma says, but her voice is already losing conviction.
Easton takes off his shoes and climbs onto the bed with Emma. Her eyes are trained on his every move like he is a predator, and she is his prey. He sits down next to her before pulling her into his lap. She fights him at first but gives up quickly.
I smirk as I watch her giving in. She still wants to push us away, but she can’t, not when it comes to this.
“Don’t let her move,” I tell my brother before I quickly go down the hall and into the kitchen.
I open the cabinet by the fridge and luckily find what I’m looking for right away.
I grab the bottle of olive oil and close the cabinet.
Making my way back to the bedroom in a hurry, I find Emma still in Easton’s arms, lying on the bed.
Her eyes zero in on the bottle in my hand, and she shakes her head. “I’m not doing this with you. I’m not in the mood, Preston.”
Ignoring her attempt to gain control of the situation, I slip out of my sneakers and get onto the bed. I drop the bottle of oil on the mattress next to us. I won’t need this just yet.
Easton grabs Emma’s wrists and holds them by her side as I kneel in front of them. Hooking my fingers into Emma’s waistband, I pull her pajama bottoms and panties down her legs.
I almost groan when her pretty pink cunt comes into view. I missed this pussy, and I can’t wait to taste it any longer.
“Just so we’re clear, I’m not consenting to this,” Emma grits through her teeth while I spread her legs open for me.
“Whatever makes you come harder,” I quip, before I dive into her pussy. I press my tongue against her clit, licking the small bundle of nerves until Emma throws her head back against my brother’s chest.
When I glance up, she has her eyes closed, trying her best not to give in to the pleasure. I spread her legs further, wanting full access when I lick her from her asshole all the way up her slit. She shudders, and I do it again, making her groan this time.
“Stop fighting it,” Easton orders. “Just let go and come all over my brother’s tongue.”
It doesn’t take long for Emma to come apart for the first time. Her clit pulses on my tongue as she tries to hide a moan. I can taste her sweet release and all I want is more.
“Good girl,” I praise as I sit up to free my aching dick from my jeans.
I’m already hard as a rock when I bring the head of my cock to her wet entrance.
I shove every inch of myself into her tight channel with a groan.
She is so wet, I slide in with ease, but she is still very tight.
So tight, it’s difficult not to blow my load already.
Fuck, I can’t come inside of her.
I pull out in frustration and reach for my wallet in my back pocket.
I get the condom out and rip the wrapper open.
While I put the rubber over my cock, Easton reaches for the oil.
He pours some over her pussy, letting it run down her slit.
She gasps at the sensation but doesn’t try to close her legs when my twin slides his hand under her ass.
His middle finger slowly disappears into Emma’s asshole. I wrap my fist around my condom-covered dick, pumping my hand up and down a few times as I take in the erotic view.
Emma arches her back, her hands are fisting the sheet, and she is biting her lip like she is trying not to moan.
I watch in awe as my brother adds a second finger into her asshole, stretching her out to take his cock next. I look back up at her face, grinning at the way it contorts from the pleasure we are giving her.
Easton fingerfucks her ass for a few moments, while I’m content watching her finally give in. She looks so beautiful when she is like this, so alive and free.
When Easton deems her ready, he pulls out his fingers and lifts her off his lap. I take her from him, holding her up long enough for him to get his dick out. He covers himself in more oil before grabbing onto Emma’s hips again.