Chapter 47
FORTY-SEVEN
Love.
They love me. My eyes widen slightly as I stare at the two of them, searching their faces for any sign of deception. I don’t find any.
“We love you,” Seamus reiterates. He is making sure I understand how deep his words are. They aren’t superficial. They are bone deep and cutting. “We’re not sure when it happened, just that the minute we realized you were gone, we wanted nothing more than to get you back.”
“You’re everywhere,” Kiernan whispers, stepping toward me, his hand threading through my hair. “An itch we can’t scratch. An obsession we never intend to get over. Every moment of every day, you’re our first thought when we wake and the last when we go to sleep.”
Well, shit, a girl could get used to this. Hussy is cartwheeling herself around in my mind, and even my inner cynic has taken up poms-poms and is waving them around like a cheerleader at the Super Bowl.
Since the night I returned, they haven’t touched me.
Haven’t pushed or prodded for more. They know I need healing and to wrap my head around the convoluted mess that has become my life.
The woman I thought to be my best friend has betrayed me.
My belief about my mother being some crack addict has been nothing more than a fabricated lie. My whole life has been a lie.
Then there are these two dumb fucks.
I trusted them to protect me, and they gave me away like a party favor.
Kiernan uttered cruel words that pierced the very heart I’d given him without knowing it.
It wasn’t love at first sight, but I steadily grew to trust them.
With every kiss, every touch, every whisper, they endeared themselves to me.
Then fucked it all up.
These men won’t grovel or plead for me to forgive them. It isn’t who they are, and I wouldn’t want them to. But the primal, lust-filled looks in their eyes tell me they have ways to make me forgive them, and I’m not about to stop them from doing exactly that.
“I love you both too.” My teeth bite into my lower lip shyly. I’ve never uttered those words to anyone before. “But if you think saying that is going to make me forgive you, then you are way off base. I want something more.”
Seamus and Kiernan smirk, a mischievous glint lighting up the gold flecks in their emerald eyes. “And what is it that you were thinking, wildcat?”
Licking my lips, I drag my hungry gaze down their bodies, eyeing them like a wolf eyes its prey.
“Orgasms.”
There is a mild pause between them, just long enough for my words to sink in, and then Kiernan acts. Throwing restraint out the window, he surges forward, drawing me into his body, and kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever dreamed of knowing.
His lips on mine cause my head to spin. Kiernan has always been the reserved one.
The brother who calculates risk before reward.
But there are bolts of intensity lingering beneath the surface that send shock waves racing through my body.
My desire surges to dizzying heights as he plunders my mouth, pouring every single ounce of his apology into his kiss.
A soft moan escapes me, and his tongue stops exploring to graze across my lips before he delves deeper, hungry and desperate and searching for more.
Kiernan lifts his hands to run his fingers through my hair, and I cling tightly to him when my knees shake beneath me.
I really am screwed. He has always held back when he kisses me, but this, this is something more, and I love every bit of the reeling, quivering blob of hormonal jelly I have become in his arms.
Kiernan’s kisses move from my mouth to my neck, and I moan at the delicious sensation, my hands weaving in his soft ginger hair to pull him closer.
My eyes are open, peering at Seamus, who watches the two of us in silence for a few beats before he begins to slowly undress.
My gaze tracks his panther-like movements as he discards piece after piece until he is bare before me, the hard evidence of his arousal on display.
Stalking forward, he taps his brother’s shoulder, his gaze holding mine, sending a sizzle of excitement through me as he takes his brother’s place.
He pulls me close with one hand on my hip, the other cupping my cheek gently.
Desire flames in his gaze as he holds me, pausing for an instant before he brings his lips to mine.
The kiss is featherlight and coaxing enough to provoke a shiver before I melt into him, opening up and following exactly where he wants to lead me. If Kiernan’s kiss makes my head spin, then Seamus’s takes my breath away.
In this, as much as everything else, there is a balance to be found between them. The raw passion of one brother starts a wildfire that sears me with its power, and the smooth sensuality of the other tempers the inferno into a blaze that will burn through the night.
They broke me apart the night of the auction, and those parts were kept jagged and in pieces every night I was stuck in that brothel, but slowly, they are putting me back together again, stronger than I’ve been before.
Seamus draws back sooner than I want, and I lean in to close the distance before I am aware of it. Judging by the satisfied gleam in his eyes, that is what he intended.
Bastard.
“Who’s going first?” Kiernan licks his lips seductively, his tatted, callused hands skirting down the buttons of his shirt, revealing the tattooed expanse of his chest inch by inch. Seamus smirks as his own hands divest me of my bra and panties.
“Why don’t we let her choose?”
“No way.” I shake my head. “You two always have this weird ESP shit going on. I’m not choosing. I will never choose.”
There is more weight behind those words than just simply choosing which one of them gets to dominate me first. I will never choose between the twins because I love both of them equally.
They need to know I won’t be the tie breaker or the referee.
It is important for them to know that if we are going to have a healthy…
whatever the fuck this is. Ava warned me that the two of them are competitive, and fuck it all if I am going to be some kind of trophy.
Not gonna happen.
The twins shoot each other a look, the wheels in their heads turning.
“Flip a coin?” Seamus suggests, his hand running soothingly up and down my arm.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble so they can’t hear me. This is how they are going to decide? The toss of a coin?
Inner bitch is giving me a smarmy smile like she knew this would happen.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Kiernan offers. Seamus considers it, then gives a short nod and holds out his fist. I curse under my breath. Fucking children. “Count on three,” Kiernan tells him, his own fist at the ready. “One. Two. Three.”
Two rocks.
“Fuck,” Seamus swears. “You know we never solved anything like this.” He chuckles.
My eyes are rolling so far in the back of my head I think I see brain matter.
“One,” Kiernan persists, his competitive nature coming out to play. “Two. Three.”
Two scissors.
“Jesus, Kier,” Seamus groans. “Just grab a fucking penny or some shit.”
“One more go, brother.”
I’ve had enough of this. Ignoring the pissing match going on before me, I quietly back myself up against the bed, lying my naked body out on the mattress. I bring my knees up till my feet are flat against the bed, my eyes still watching the brothers go through another match.
My fingers pluck at my nipples until they begin to harden like diamonds beneath my ministrations. I let one hand wander down the length of my body, gently caressing my skin along the way.
My eyes fall closed as I gather my arousal and circle my clit. Once. Twice. Before I plunge two fingers into my tight, wet heat. Fuck, how have I never done this before I met them? Nights with Drew might have ended better if I had.
The bickering stops, and I open my eyes to find their gazes fixated on the hand playing between my legs, mesmerized as I purr and hum with pleasure. I moan softly as the pressure gathers in my core, the coil tightening, and they echo the sound.
“Jesus,” the two mutter in unison, their voices hoarse, laden with desire.
The moans grow into small cries as I edge closer to my release.
Kiernan and Seamus won’t be outdone by my hand, however, and the pair eagerly join me on the bed.
I am sandwiched between them, my hand suddenly torn from my eager pussy, and I heave a dramatic sigh.
“You couldn’t give me another thirty seconds? ”
“Shoulda, coulda, and all that shit.” Seamus reaches for me and pulls me to my knees, drawing my body flush against his before he kisses me.
Kiernan’s heat is at my back, his hand running across my thigh and tracing along my back before he snakes an arm around my waist and nuzzles into my neck, breathing deeply.
He grasps the hand that I’ve had between my thighs and lifts it to his lips, licking softly at the wet arousal that still lingers there before drawing them into his mouth and sucking them clean.
“I think I just came,” I whisper, my eyes on his mouth where he suckles at my fingers.
“Not yet, you haven’t,” Seamus whispers in my ear. I draw in a shuddering breath as his lips descend the side of my neck. He reaches between our bodies to slip his fingers inside me. My hips buck forward into his hand as he strokes my clit, murmuring against my skin. “Fuck, Kier, she’s soaked…”
“Aye,” Kiernan agrees and lowers my hand from his mouth before proceeding to cup my breasts. “And she tastes fucking amazing too. Like sunshine.”
“Holy shit,” I gasp, their words driving my need even higher. No matter how many times they have tasted me or fucked me, they always make me feel special. Like it is the first time all over again and not like I am some cheap, used whore.