“Yes.” She spoke without hesitation.
“Then come on.” I pushed back the covers and climbed out of bed.
She sprung up next to me. “Where are we going?”
“Downstairs to see Austin.” I held out a hand to her.
After the briefest of hesitations, she took it and followed me out of the room.
13
Emma
My heart pounded as Denver led me down the stairs and then to the basement. It was colder down here, and I was just wearing a t-shirt. However, I had a feeling that if I wanted it, the twins would be more than happy to warm me up. And… I guess I did want that, or else why would we be here? It still felt wrong, but I wanted it anyway.
We arrived at Austin’s door. Denver knocked on it and then waited.
“Do you think he’s asleep?”
“No.” Denver pointed at the faint light coming from under the door. “Just give him a moment. If he’s not with a woman, the only thing he’d be doing at this time of the night is jerking off or reading. Unlike a normal person, he wouldn’t be embarrassed to be caught masturbating, but he can’t stand to let women see him with his reading glasses on.”
That made me laugh even though I was sure my cheeks were red.
“Come in,” came Austin’s voice.
Denver opened the door wide enough for Austin to see me. “Care for some company?”
“Absolutely.” Austin was sitting up in his king-size bed, the covers piled around his waist. Was he wearing anything under there?
“Our little Emma is interested in experiencing some new things,” Denver said as we walked in.
Austin’s eyes gleamed. “What kind of new things?”
“That’s up to her.”
Austin pulled the covers back from the empty side of the bed and patted the mattress next to him.
I gulped, even though I’d shared his bed just a few nights ago. But this felt different because, well, I knew it wasn’t just to sleep. Gingerly, I climbed into the huge bed, crawling over to sit down next to him. A bit belatedly, I realized that I’d probably just exposed my pale pink panties to Denver. Sure enough, when I looked over at him, he was grinning.
He climbed in next to me, and suddenly there was a hot-as-hell man on either side of me. Denver was only wearing boxers, and Austin, I suspected, wasn’t wearing anything. Their ripped physiques were mesmerizing. The sculpted biceps. The hard pecs. The flat stomachs with the contours between their abs. How the hell did I end up sandwiched between two perfect male specimens?
As if on cue, we lay back, Denver pushing a pillow under my head and arranging one for himself as well. I could feel the heat from their bodies, and it matched the heat radiating from my cheeks. Now that I was here, what was I supposed to do?
Austin gave me a hint when he leaned toward me, his face close to mine. Instinct took over and I tilted my head toward him, sighing and closing my eyes as his face neared. Then his lips met mine and it was like heaven. All thoughts receded and the tension left my body as his lips teased mine. He caught my bottom lip in his teeth and tugged, his tongue playful. My mouth curved upward in a smile as he claimed my mouth. The kiss deepened, and it felt every bit as good as his brother’s had.
His brother.
Crap.
My eyes flew open as I broke away from Austin. What the hell was I doing, kissing another man right after kissing his twin?
But Denver was smiling. “It’s okay, Emma. We know how to share.”
While my brain was still reeling from that pronouncement, he leaned in and kissed me again. The two of them pressed against me as Denver ravished my mouth. Austin’s hand rubbed against my stomach, and Denver had his hand buried in my hair.
Wow, a woman could get used to this. Every part of me felt so damn good—except my mind. Was I hurting one of them? Were they really okay with me liking both of them?
Austin’s hand moved lower, onto my bare thigh, and I groaned, the sound swallowed by Denver’s kiss. Then Austin was tugging on my hair, and I turned my head, his mouth replacing his brother’s without missing a beat.
As my blood raced, my hands were wandering, rubbing against their smooth, hard chests, feeling the outlines of their abs, and marveling at the way their hard muscles felt. They were so hard, and hot, and identical.
When Austin let me come up for air, I had to work to put together a coherent thought. “Your bodies feel so good. And so… identical.”
Denver chuckled. “That’s usually how it works with identical twins.”
It was hard to think when Austin was still rubbing my thigh, and Denver’s hand was stealing across my stomach. “I know, but you do more dancing, Denver. Shouldn’t that change your body a little?”