“Besides, you’re one to talk,” Addison teased me. “Your room is a blank slate except for your comforter and all those girly pillows covering the window seat.”
I shrugged, he wasn’t wrong.
“How long have you been living with Mr. Cole?” Abel asked me pointedly.
I rolled my eyes. Like he didn’t already know. Please. “You know I’ve been living with him since the beginning of the summer. Why you would pretend different is beyond me.”
“Fair enough.”
“Did you guys stay here a lot before your…” I trailed off as soon as my brain caught up with my mouth. I could not believe I started to ask them about their lives before their parents died when neither of them had said anything ever to me about their parents. I only knew they were dead because Tyson had mentioned it to me.
“I’m sorry, guys.” I quickly tried to apologize for my stupidity.
Abel walked over to the black couch and sat my bag down on it. He plopped down beside my bag and immediately started digging through it.
“Hey,” I cried as I ran to the couch and tried to grab ahold of my bag so I could take it away from him. I had underwear in there!
Abel had ahold of one handle and was pulling it his way as I grabbed hold of the other handle and tried to pull it in the opposite direction.
“Abel, stop. What are you doing? You’re going to rip my bag.”
“If he rips your bag I’ll buy you a new one.” Addison said from directly behind me. Too close behind me.
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Distracted by his nearness I turned my head to see just how close he really was to me. My hands loosened on the handle when I realized Addison was right there. If he moved forward another inch he’d be touching me.
“What are you doing?” I squeaked.
“Twin?” Addison ignored me to ask his brother.
“Ready,” Abel replied.
As soon as Abel finished speaking he gave a vicious tug on the bag. At the same time, Addison put his hand in between my shoulder blades and shoved me forward. I let out a scream that was not girly in the least but filled with terror as I flew forward.
I let go of my bag as I fell and Abel threw it to the floor. I crashed into him and he grunted at the impact. My forehead caught him on the chin and he let out a pained sound. My entire body draped over his. I dug my elbows into his stomach as I tried (and failed) to sit up and scramble off of him.
He rolled over onto his side, taking me with him. I ended up smushed between Abel and the couch with my hips pressed up against his, my arms stuck in between our bodies and my legs tangled up in his.
Deep, masculine laughter came down from above me. I turned my head to see Addison’s face hovering above me, his body shaking with his laughter and his fist pressed tight to his mouth in an attempt to hold in the sound of his hilarity.
“What the hell, guys?” I whined as I struggled against Abel’s tight hold on me.
Abel’s arms tightened around me as he buried his face in my hair. “You felt bad,” he mumbled.
“About Tyson and his Uncle?” I asked in confusion. What was he talking about?
“No, pretty girl,” Addison said as he brushed a strand of hair out of my face. I was glad he did it because my hands were currently trapped between me and his brother. “Although, those two together can be a little upsetting for anyone and they’re worse today because-”
“Addison,” Abel growled. I tensed. I’d never heard either of them call the other by their name. “Stop saying shit to her about Quinton and Ty. We promised.”
Addison blew out a deep, heavy breath. “I know, twin, I know. It’s just a lot harder than I thought it would be.”
“Guys,” I squirmed against Abel’s big body, hoping he’d let me up. He didn’t.
Abel’s hands loosened around my back and slid down so he could hold onto my hips. His fingers dug in, likely bruising.
“Ariel, you might want to stop moving your body around when it’s pressed up against my dick. It’s gonna get hard if you keep doing that and I don’t want to freak you out.”