I moan, tugging him against me even closer, kissing him back as though he was my oxygen. The only thing I need.
Suddenly, rough lips kiss the back of my neck. A pair of calloused hands cup my shoulders.
I jump, even as another moan escapes my lips and even more moisture pools between my legs.
My eyes dart open.
Over my shoulder, Breckin stands behind me.
I blink and turn back to Breckin, in front of me.
Whipping my head back and forth, I stare at the two of them.
Two men.
Identical.
Nearly identical. Except, the one in front is clean shaven, with green eyes, wearing a fitted, blue T-shirt. Clean, sophisticated, graceful, every inch of his body oozes with refined swagger. Stubble covers the man behind me’s perfect, square chin. His blue eyes burn into mine, a mischievous smile spreads across his lips. Although the same height, his posture is more rigid, making him appear slightly shorter yet broader. The button-up flannel and dirty jeans give him a more down to earth vibe.
“Knew you’d break her, Breckin.” He smiles again. His index finger slides across his bottom lip, mischievous thoughts twirl in those pale-blue eyes.
“There . . . There are two of you?” My eyes dart back and forth again.
The guy in the flannel laughs, the coarse sound going straight to my core. “What’d ya think, Prude? There was only one of us over here?”
My head swims. All the pieces coming together. It’s not one mercurial man. It’s two. There are two beds in the dining room. Breckin mentioned living with his brother. But, I’d never seen them together. “You’re . . .”
“Twins.” Breckin smiles, his hands still on my hips.
“But?” My eyes dart from his green ones to a pair of blues. They both stare at me with the same intensity, as though searching for my soul, wanting to devour me whole. I swallow. I go to back up, but I’m trapped. One hard body in front, one behind, a counter at my side.
“Relax,” Breckin leans closer, his words soft as he places another featherlight kiss on my lips, “just close your eyes.”
Somehow, I obey, my eyes closing as I return his kiss.
A second pair of rough lips kiss my neck, trailing up to my ear. “We’re not going to hurt you.” He kisses my jaw.
“And we have no intension of fighting over you.” Breckin breaks our kiss as his brother’s lips cover mine. “This is all up to you, you decide what happens here.”
My heart races. Forget fast, it feels like I just ran a marathon, got dumped in a pool full of sharks, and then plopped in a roller coaster right before it tips over the edge. Only, I don’t know if I’m strapped in.
Two men.
Twins.
Both here, both kissing me. Four hands grasp my body, my torso, and shoulders. Not ravaging me, not demanding. Waiting for permission.
Wait, was there a question?
Kisses on my lips, my jaw, my bare shoulder. One set light and tender, the other rough, nipping at my flesh, they rob all thoughts from my head, leaving only desire and need.
They turn my head from side to side, both taking turns kissing me. “What’s it going to be, Asra?” One of them whispers while his brother kisses me senseless.
“Are you ready for both of us?” the other finishes his question when they switch.
My stomach growls.
It’s not soft nor quiet. No, it’s like a jet engine starting, blaring for the world to hear, reminding me that I haven’t eaten since yesterday morning.