2. - – Tamsin
CHAPTER TWO
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TAMSIN
Four Days Later
Everyone leaves, and I am left with a kitchen full of dishes.
I am tired, but I still have some things to do.
I need to clean the kitchen, but I need to decide what to do.
I have been playing nicely with Blake and Ally all week, but I have been hyper-aware of how they act around each other now.
I never thought of anything before, but it’s the little things.
Quick looks, subtle touches, and heaps of sex videos and nudes fill their phones.
I never had a reason to look before, but I did a few days ago.
Blake was in the shower, so I checked to make sure I heard right.
They have been fucking for about a year now, apparently.
They have had a pregnancy scare once before, but she is currently twelve weeks pregnant.
They have fucked in the bed I share with Blake and taken videos of it.
I don’t understand when they would be doing this because I seriously never saw this coming.
The little looks and passing touches are one thing, but a full-blown relationship for a year without throwing up red flags?
I couldn't have been that oblivious, right?
Either way, it ends tonight. I will send each of them a text to let them know I am aware. Jude and Griffin are here helping me clean up, so it’s just a matter of time before they find out the truth about their siblings.
“Can we help with anything?” Jude asks, stepping behind me and kneading my shoulders.
“Oh, that’s nice,” I groan and drop my head. “This week has been hell.”
“Well, the worst of it is over,” Griffin says from beside me. “Your Dad died and was cremated. You kept the peace for the week with Blake and Ally. Tonight was your first meal in this home without your father. It’s a lot, so you deserve to relax.”
“Are you telling me I am getting kicked out of my kitchen?” I ask.
“Yes,” Griffin says, lifting my chin. “Go lie down. Let Jude massage your back. Okay? Just relax.”
The thing about Jude and Griffin is that they are best friends, but also a lot alike. Both are tall, muscular, and bearded. Jude has brown hair, and Griffin has more of a reddish-brown color of hair. They are insanely hot and, if I am being honest, tempting.
“If that man massages my back, I might have to keep him,” I say with a grin.
“We are a package deal, baby,” he laughs.
“You can massage me too, then,” I joke.
“Go lie down, and I will be in there in a second to join,” he tells me.
“I was joking,” I laugh.
“I’m not. Now go,” he says, turning me around and pushing me toward the door.
Jude follows me to the guest room, and I lie across my bed.
I have slowly been moving things in here all week.
This is technically the master bedroom, but the main master bedroom is upstairs.
I can’t bring myself to be up there, so I just avoid it.
I am also going to get rid of the couch because I will literally never sit in the spot where my father died. It feels wrong.
“This is uncomfortable,” I groan.
“You have jeans and a bra on. Of course, it’s uncomfortable,” he laughs. “Change into more comfortable clothes.”
I get up and go to the dresser to find something to wear. I find shorts, but I don’t have any oversized shirts. All the ones I wore were Blake’s. I decide to take my jeans off and put on shorts before taking my bra off. I have mastered how to do that without removing my shirt.
“Girl, there is no way that shirt is comfortable to lie in,” he says.
“Well, it’s this or nothing,” I laugh.
“Well, here,” he says. Jude pulls his shirt off, leaving him in an undershirt. He covers his eyes with one hand and holds the shirt out for me with his other.
“You didn’t have to do that,” I remark as I pull my shirt off.
“What? Cover my eyes?” he asks and uncovers his eyes. His eyes flick down to my breasts, but he immediately looks back up at my face. A grin stretches across his face when I blush bright red as I pull the shirt on.
“I meant you didn’t have to give me your shirt,” I say.
“Lay down, Sin,” he laughs. When I return to the bed, I bury my face in my arms, and he pushes the back of the shirt up to expose my skin. “Do you have lotion in here?”
“On the bathroom counter,” I say. He walks away to grab it, and Griffin comes in.
“When are you going home?” Griffin asks as he sits on the bed with me.
“I am home,” I reply simply.
“What?” Jude asks. “I thought you didn’t want to move Blake in here?”
“I’m not,” I say. “I’ve been moving all of my things in over the last week.”
“Is Ally moving in?”Griffin asks.
“Fuck no,” I say before thinking. “I mean… No. She’ll probably move in with Blake.”
“What are we missing here?” Jude asks.
“When Dad lay down to take a nap, Blake and Ally thought I was asleep,” I say as Jude starts massaging lotion into my skin.
“Uh oh,” Griffin sighs. “What happened?”
“I found out that Blake got Ally pregnant,” I say. “She’s twelve weeks.”
“What?” Jude asks, pulling my shirt back into place and rolling me to my back. “They talked about that while your Dad was dying?”
“Yup,” I say. “I decided not to say anything and just get through the week.”
“What now?” Griffin asks.
“Now, I text them and tell them that I know, and I hope they have a happy life together,” I say. “I deserve better than that, and I’m done settling.”
“I’m going to fucking kick his ass,” Jude says. “While your dad was literally dying, he was discussing knocking up your best friend. Are you fucking kidding me?”
“Just leave it be,” I say. “It’s not worth it.”
“I want to tell our parents at least,” Griffin says. “Would you be okay with telling them?”
“Yeah,” I say with a sigh.
“I’ll text Mom and give her enough info to get everybody together,” Jude says. “I am so sorry, Tamsin. You didn’t deserve that.”
“You aren’t the one who fucked my best friend,” I say simply. “They say bad things come in threes, right? Dad, Blake, and Ally. I lost all of them. Blake and Ally may as well be just as dead to me as Dad is.”
“Uh,” Griffin says with a nervous laugh.
“I know, that was dark,” I say with a small smile. “Really, I’m okay. Right now at least. I’m processing this in a weird way.”
“What was that?” Jude asks, and I smile. “Come on. That’s an awfully mischievous grin.”
“Eh. He just jumped at the opportunity to fuck me when I told him to,” I say. Jude and Griffin exchange a glance before they both grin at me. “What?”
“If you want to get fucked, Little Sin, all you have to do is ask,” Jude says sweetly. “You want to make a point? Let one of us answer while we are buried inside of you.”
“I don’t do one-night stands,” I say.
“Neither do we,” Griffin says.
“Do you know how often I wished you’d leave my idiot brother so I can make you mine?” Jude asks.
“Ours,” Griffin corrects.
“Yes. Ours,” Jude agrees with a nod. “What do you say, Sin? You wanna be our girl?”
“I really hope you fuck better than your brother does,” I remark with a smirk.
“Only one way to find out, Love,” he laughs as he pulls to sit up before he and Griffin gently pull my shirt off. When I lie back, Griffin starts working my shorts off as Jude groans and leans down to draw my nipple into his mouth. I gasp and arch my back at the feeling.
“You are so damn beautiful, Sin. My brother is a fucking idiot for losing you.”
Griffin presses his lips against mine and gently kisses me.
While getting lost in him, I feel Jude's hands on my thighs. He pushes them apart, and I pull away from Griffin and gasp when his tongue pushes into my pussy before dragging up and across my clit. “Oh fuck!” I say when he does it again. “Oh, my God. That’s good.”
“You taste like fucking heaven,” Jude growls and buries his face between my thighs.
“Oh, God. Oh my God,” I moan and rock my hips when he starts flicking his tongue across my clit. “Oh fuck. Please fuck me. Please!”
“Both or one?” Griffin asks, cupping my cheek.
“Both!” I cry out. Jude pulls back, and they both strip down in record time before Jude takes my place lying on the bed. He pulls me on top of him. His hands are on my hips as he keeps me from sinking down.
“Get her phone,” Jude says.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“You are going to text Blake, but I need you to take a deep breath,” Jude says seriously.
“What? Why?” I ask. Jude pulls my hips down slightly, and the head of his cock slowly presses into me. I gasp and immediately start to panic, trying to pull myself back up, but Griffin stands next to the bed and grabs my face between his hands.
“Breathe, Sin. You’re okay,” Griffin coaches gently.
“He’s too big,” I whimper.
“You can take him, Sin,” Griffin says with a smile. “You look so pretty on his cock. Do you want more?”
“Yes! God, yes please,” I beg. My eyes roll back, and something silent and feral rips through me when he thrusts his hips up and pulls me down at the same time. He buries his cock deep inside me. I am gripping his wrists, panting.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Jude growls.
“No wonder Blake’s cock was mediocre. You fucking took all the dick from the family gene pool,” I complain.
“Silly little Sin,” Griffin laughs as he hands me my phone. “Type your message and send it to both of them.”
I nod and take my phone. I continue to whimper and whine as I sit fully seated on his cock. He is so deep that he is pressing against my cervix, and my belly aches in the best possible way. I always preferred pain, and this man’s massive cock does the trick.
Me
Congrats on the baby. I have moved all my things out of the house so that you two can set up and prepare for your incoming bundle of joy!
I could be many things right now. I could be angry.
Bitter. Annoyed. Whatever, but I am choosing to walk away.
As I sat with my dying father, I heard you two talking.
I heard every word, so there is no misunderstanding.
I hope you two have the life you deserve together.