Chapter 11 #2
It’s like looking at an original Rembrandt in all its glory and finding that he painted another in its exact image with hints of deviance to it.
From a distance, they look the same. Up close is where one can see the differences.
The subtle shift in brush strokes, the slight deviation of colors that can only be seen if you know what you’re looking for.
Seamus and Kiernan Kavanaugh are two original Rembrandts, painted one right after the other.
Similar, yet different. I can see the subtle nuances that each man has, and it takes my breath away.
They’re both solid muscle, but Seamus is slightly broader than his brother, whose lean body is meant for speed and agility.
Tattoos litter their bodies, the ink a mix of Celtic knots and imagery that is unique to their own person.
Their personalities vary as well.
I noticed it this morning and at the lunch table.
Seamus seems to be more lighthearted and relaxed.
He works in shades of gray, twisting the rules without snapping them.
Kiernan is black and white, constantly assessing for threats.
For him, the rules are less of a guideline and more finite.
They are two sides of the same coin, and even now, as my heart beats a staccato rhythm of fear and anticipation, I relish every minute of them.
Damn. I sound like some insta-love heroine from those romance books Lina constantly threw at me.
The clink of a belt buckle thrusts me from my thoughts.
The leather swishes through the belt loops of Seamus’s pants, causing my thighs to clench.
With a small smirk, he throws the belt to the side, his pants following along with his shirt, and then he’s standing before me, naked in all his erect glory.
He palms his cock with his hand, giving himself a long, rough stroke.
All my thoughts disappear, and there’s nothing left but the hot flow of desire surging through me.
The twins glance at each other, another silent conversation between them, before Kiernan divests himself fully of his own clothes and strides toward the bed.
Seamus sits down on the edge, slowly easing himself back.
Kiernan’s hand grabs at my ankle, pulling me until I’m bent over the edge of the bed, my ass high in the air. Licking his lips, Seamus adjusts himself so that his legs are on either side of me. He fists my hair, shifting until his hot length is in line with my mouth.
“Here’s how this is going to work, wildcat,” Seamus purrs dangerously.
“We’re going to ask you some questions. If you answer honestly, we’ll reward you.
” His eyes shift to his brother, whose warm body briefly leaves mine to rummage around in a drawer to my right.
It’s only moments before I can feel him behind me again, a slight buzzing echoing his footsteps.
A gasp falls from my parted lips as the tip of the vibrator presses against my already swollen clit.
A wanton moan slips through me at the feel of the vibrations lighting up my core, the sensation sweeping through my body, lighting my neurons on fire.
My skin erupts in goose bumps, nipples pebbling.
“Understand, Bailey?” Kiernan growls from behind me.
Not trusting my voice, I simply nod.
It sounds easy enough.
If he keeps that vibrator on my pleasure button, I’ll tell them every nuclear launch code I have… which is none, but it’s the sentiment that counts.
Right?
“Good.” A small whimper surges through me when the vibration comes to a sudden stop. Seamus’s fingers grip my jaw firmly, but with a gentle touch, redirect my gaze to him. “Now, tell us your name, lass.”
I snort. “You already know my name.”
Seamus’s gaze slides from mine to his brother, something unspoken shifting between the two of them before something swishes through the air.
I cry out as a line of hot fire lights up my ass.
Seamus grips my hair tightly in his hand.
Taking advantage of my wide-open mouth, he thrusts his cock inside, burying himself in the back of my throat without preamble.
I gag, spittle forming at the edge of my mouth as he controls the movement of my head up and down his long shaft without giving me a reprieve.
Another line of hot fire has me screaming around Seamus’s cock, the vibrations of my cry making him groan in ecstasy.
Then it stops.
Seamus lifts my head off his cock, leaving me panting for air, my chest heaving, and arousal dripping down my thighs.
Fucked-up seems like such a tiny word to describe my reaction to their brutal yet somehow intimate treatment of my body.
“Ready to play, lass?”
“Christ,” I clench my teeth against the ache that has developed not only on my ass but also my cunt. “It’s Bailey Jameson, for fuck’s sake.”
“Good girl,” Kiernan coos, his hand coming down to rub at the ache he’s caused on my ass, kneading the abused flesh. God, will I be bruised from his belt? “See how easy that was?” He leans down to whisper in my ear. “You lie, you get punished. You tell the truth, we’ll reward you.”
“Where’s my reward, then?” I snark. Seamus laughs.
“He stopped spanking you, didn’t he, wildcat?”
I’m so glad he finds it amusing.
“Why isn’t your last name the same as the Crowes’?” Seamus jumps right into the next question.
“Because they didn’t want to dishonor where I came from.
” I shrug nonchalantly. It isn’t a complete lie, although not changing my name doesn’t have anything to do with disrespect and everything to do with the fact that they don’t want anyone putting two and two together.
If the media gets a hold that Richard Crowe had a child as a result of an affair, when he built his entire political campaign off family values, he’d be done for.
The twins seem to accept this answer, but there is something in Seamus’s gaze that I can’t identify. Wariness, maybe? He doesn’t seem to fully believe my lie, but if he has reservations, he keeps them to himself.
“Tell us what you were doing in the parking lot.”
Not this again.
“My car broke down.”
“And it just happened to be outside our club?”
Our club.
I forgot Clover is theirs. In hindsight, I should have realized who they were long before the good doctor mentioned their last name.
“Coincidence.”
Kiernan’s hand comes down on my sore backside. A warning.
“Answer the question fully, lass.”
I sneer. “Only if you answer mine.”
Seamus smirks as he looks over me at his brother.
“And why would we do that?” Seamus’s gaze slides back to me. The height difference between us, with me leaning over the bed between his legs, makes it so that I have to crane my neck to stare up at him.
“Because you want me to answer your questions.” Duh.
Kiernan smirks. “You’re going to answer our questions regardless.”
“Meh.” My mouth twists. “Probably not. You two are the ones who need my cooperation, not the other way around.”
Seamus snorts. “Or we could kill you.”
“You would have done so already if that were true” is my rapid-fire response.
Another look shared between them.
“All right,” Seamus inclines. “But we’re going to sweeten the pot.”
“Umm…” I bite my lower lip almost demurely, my eyes lowering to the bedsheet visible between Seamus’s thighs. God, I am going to regret this. “Sure.”
“You get five questions,” Kiernan speaks up from behind me. He trails his fingers along my rib cage to the underside of my right breast. The shiver of desire chases away my reluctance.
“What’s the catch?” I eye Seamus dubiously. He laughs.
“Smart girl,” he praises. I hate the way my body preens at his praise.
Great, my inner hussy has a praise kink I wasn’t aware of. Drew never complimented me on much of anything, let alone during sex. He was a pump-and-done kind of douchebag.
“Well, I want your pretty mouth wrapped around my cock.” Seamus smirks.
“And mine wants a sweet taste of that cunt.”
My eyes widen at their crude admissions.
“At the same time?”
The twins nod.
“I only get to ask five questions, but you two get to spit roast me?” I shake my head. “Yeah, that’s not fair. I want ten questions.” I counter.
“You think you make the rules here, baby girl?” Kiernan growls in my ear. His fingers pinch my nipple. My back bows at the sudden pain, ass pressing against his hardened length. A small gasp bursts from me as I grow undoubtedly wetter.
“Eight questions.”
“Six,” he counters. “Take it or leave it.”
He twists my nipple harder. I bow my head against Seamus’s thigh, groaning.
“Deal.”
I moan when his fingers release my nipple and soothe the ache.
“Good girl.”
What the hell have I gotten myself into?