22. Emma
EMMA
Before I even open my eyes, I notice how hot I am. Not burning hot, more of a nice and cozy warmth down to the bones, like being wrapped up in a thick blanket that just came out of the dryer.
I take in a deep breath, realizing how it is a little hard to lift my chest, as if something heavy is laying on it. I try to reach for it, wanting to check what’s on it, but my arm won’t move.
Panic has my eyes flying open.
I blink, because I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Yes, they were here when I was falling asleep last night, but for some reason, I didn’t think they would stay.
Preston is lying in my bed. He is on his side, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. He looks younger right now, more boyish. His arm is slung around my waist, his warm hand sprawled out on my lower back.
Easton is behind me, being my big spoon. His arm is wrapped around my arm and chest tightly. Like he is bear-hugging me. His face is pressed against the back of my head, his breath fanning over my bare scalp, tickling me there.
I try to wiggle out of their hold, but that only makes them grip me tighter, like they are scared I’m floating away unless they are holding me down. Instead of fighting it, I relax in their hold, letting my mind wander back to yesterday.
Usually treatment drags out. It feels like forever sitting there being hooked up and waiting for the time to pass. Having the twins there yesterday was actually nice and, though I’m not fond of the idea of needing help, I felt relieved when they did take care of me.
That relief comes with a heavy price tag.
Because accepting help from them is dangerous…
needing them is dangerous. Ever since they found out about my cancer, they have been nothing but nice to me, even when I’ve snapped at them.
Still, how can I believe that I can trust them to stay this way?
They had my fucking car towed a few days ago, and now I’m supposed to forget about all of that and forgive them?
My body seems to think so, because every time they touch me, my brain shuts off and slut mode is initiated.
Seriously, why do I turn to molten lava when the guys have their hands on me?
Am I so starved for intimacy that I allow this to happen?
Would I jump at any guy’s approach or is it something about the twins that has me in a chokehold?
All of these questions run through my head, and I don’t have answers for any of them.
All I know is that I like being physical with the twins.
I like them holding me and no matter how much I don’t want to admit it; I like them taking care of me.
Which brings us back into the danger zone.
Liking it means liking them, and that’s the most dangerous thought of all.
Falling for them would give them all the power. They could use that against me. No one can hurt you more than a person you love. Whatever I do, I can’t be falling in love with them.
Easton stirs behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. He mumbles something incoherent before grinding his hardening cock against my ass. Immediately, my body reacts to him. I soften, my core heats, and I push my butt back at him.
“Mmhh, I want to wake up like this more often,” he murmurs.
Me too. I’m not ready to say something like that out loud, but I allow myself to think it. I wouldn’t mind waking up with them cocooned around me again.
Preston’s eyes open at the sound of his brother’s voice. His gaze meets mine and his lips curl up into a smile. I can’t help it; I smile back at him.
“Emma could move in with us,” Preston’s sleepy voice rings out. “No offense, but your bed is kind of small. Not that I mind cuddling.”
“I didn’t peg you for a cuddler,” I tease, ignoring his comment about moving in because I’m not sure if he is joking or not.
“There are many things you don’t know about me yet.” He winks. “I’m looking forward to you uncovering it all.”
Part of me wants that too, but another part of me is scared again. I can’t let them get too close, too personal, too intimate. Which is really hard to remember when they are so close.
Easton unwraps his arms from me, his hand slowly running over my boobs and stomach. Preston is on the move too. His hand glides over my back before landing on my hip. He grabs me there, and I remember how he fucked me the last time he did.
“How big is your shower?” Easton asks before he rolls out of bed.
Preston takes the opportunity to reach around me and grab my ass.
“Not big enough for three people, if that’s what you are getting at.”
“I bet we can make it work,” Preston says with confidence before he also slips out of the bed.
I roll onto my back and lift my arms to stretch, watching the guys strip out of their boxers. Easton walks into the attached bathroom. I’m assuming to inspect my bathtub-shower combo.
“Yeah, this will fit,” he calls from the bathroom.
Preston pulls the blanket from my body, just as I hear Easton turning on the shower. With hungry eyes, Preston helps me out of my pajamas and panties before he slides his arms under my body and lifts me up.
I wrap my arms around his neck, holding onto him as he carries me to the bathroom. “I can walk, you know.”
“I know, but this is more fun,” he quips with a kiss on my cheek.
Don’t fall for them.
Preston just holds me until Easton checks the water and deems it the right temperature. Only then does he put me down so I can step into the shower.
The warm water feels good on my skin as it cascades over me.
Preston and Easton step into the bathtub, and I can’t help but laugh.
How the three of us must look all crammed in here like sardines.
The twins don’t seem to mind that they don’t have a lot of space.
Their big bodies bumping into the wall as they navigate awkwardly.
Preston reaches for my soap and squirts a healthy amount in his palm.
I assume he is about to start washing himself, but instead, he runs his soapy hands down my arms, massaging my skin as he goes.
When he is done with my arms, he moves up to my shoulders, my neck, down to my collarbone, and over my breasts.
Easton washes my back, playing special attention to my butt cheeks. When he slips a finger between and massages my asshole, I tense, making him chuckle.
“I’m only making sure you’re very clean,” he teases while playing with my back door, just like Preston did the other day while he was fucking me.
I want to hate it. I should hate it, right?
Only I don’t. I only tensed up because I’m scared he will go too fast and hurt me.
I don’t know why I think that, because neither Preston nor Easton has done something to cause me any pain.
Quite the opposite, their touch has brought me some immense pleasure… pleasure my body remembers very well.
That’s the main reason for me relaxing and letting him play with my ass instead of pushing him away. His soapy finger circles my hole, adding a little more pressure as he goes. I close my eyes and relax a little more.
Preston is still washing the front of my body, his hand slowly making its way between my legs. His fingers find my clit, just as Easton’s finger is about to breach my tight ring of muscle. The combined sensation makes me moan.
“I knew you would like that,” Easton whispers into my ear, making my face heat.
“Don’t be embarrassed, lots of girls like this,” Preston says, and something about his statement rubs me the wrong way. Maybe because it’s a reminder of how experienced the two of them are and how inexperienced I am.
I wonder how many girls they have slept with and immediately regret having the thought.
Jealousy bursts through me, souring my mood.
When I’m with them like this, I feel special.
They make me feel like I’m the only girl in the world, but I’m not.
Not to them. I might be just one of many and that thought stinks.
Luckily, I’m not thinking about it long.
My brain shuts off when Preston shoves his finger into my pussy.
He continues to rub over my clit with his palm while he thrusts his finger into me.
I throw my head back in pleasure, biting my lip to stifle a moan.
At the same time, the tip of Easton’s finger slips into my asshole.
It feels foreign, but not in a bad way. In a curious way. It also feels erotic and forbidden. The deeper Easton goes, the more pleasure builds in my core. Preston continues his onslaught on my pussy while Easton fingers my ass.
It doesn’t take long for me to come. Matter of fact, I come so fast, I’m a bit embarrassed. My pussy clenches around Preston’s finger, and my ass puckers around Easton’s, as my release overtakes me. My thighs quiver, and I feel like my knees are about to give out by the time my pussy stops pulsing.
“Good girl,” Preston rasps before his lips are on mine. I open my mouth for him, and he takes the invitation with a hungry growl.
While we kiss, he grabs my wrists and guides my hands to his chest. Since my mind is still in a haze of lust, I don’t get right away that he wants me to touch him. I realize that the guys have their hands on me all the time, but I hardly ever have mine on them.
Hesitantly, I run my palms over his broad chest, enjoying the way his muscles flex beneath my touch. I drag my fingers down his abs, feeling each hard ridge on my way down. Finding my courage, I go even lower, until I feel his pubic hair under my fingertips.
Preston groans when I wrap my hand around his very hard cock.
The sound egging me on. I squeeze him a little, while running my hand up and down his shaft.
While I jerk Preston off, Easton is still playing with my ass.
He adds a second finger, stretching me open, and I wonder if he thinks he is going to put his dick in there. The idea both scares and excites me.
I don’t have to wonder long, because a moment later, Easton announces, “I’m going to fuck your ass.”