“Glad to hear it, sugar.”
The voice had me moving my gaze to the doorway, where Lincoln’s twin stood. I offered a small smile, breathing out his name. “Sterling.”
His cinnamon-colored hair was messy, his eyes a bit dull from a lack of sleep, and much like his twin, he was dressed in a very casual hoodie with jeans. A bit different than normal, but I absolutely loved it. I worried about their obvious exhaustion, but I also knew it wasn’t the time to bring it up—no doubt it would remind them of why they hadn’t been sleeping…which was probably because I hadn’t woken in two days.
As he came closer, I became increasingly aware that I was only in a robe, but instead of being nervous or blushing, I just found that I wanted both of them closer to me. Always closer. All I could think about was how easily I fit against Lincoln’s large chest and the way that Sterling was able to press up against me, trapping me between them. When Sterling wrapped a hand around the back of my neck and dipped his head to claim a deep, passionate kiss, my center exploded with heat. Lincoln let out a groan, gripping my hips and making me realize just how hard he currently was.
“We were so worried about you,” Lincoln admitted, brushing his nose against my neck before nipping it. I could barely pay attention to that though. No, I was far too focused on the overwhelming sensation of being between the two of them.
“Fucking terrified.” Sterling pulled back slightly, examining my flushed face.
“I never want to be apart again,” I murmured, both of them expressing sounds of agreement. Sterling, in a sharp, smooth movement, tugged my robe open as Lincoln pulled my wet hair away and continued to kiss my neck. My eyes roamed Sterling’s face as he looked over the bruises, anger flashing in his eyes before he knelt down in front of me, kissing each bruise gently. His lips scattered around them, and I felt both a surge of affection and a hard-hitting desire that pounded on my body and demanded relief. Lincoln’s hands gently smoothed over my ribs and cupped my breasts, a moan leaving my mouth as my center clenched, desperately needing him.
“We have to be so careful with you right now.” Lincoln tugged my ear with his teeth while teasing my nipples, his touch a bit harder than I would have expected given his contrasting words. The slight pain had me letting out a moan as I felt my clit pulse, wanting touch there.
“Can’t play with you how we would normally,” Sterling agreed.
“You can still play with me.” My voice was breathy, disagreeing with them, as Lincoln chuckled dangerously.
“Not this time, but soon,” Sterling promised, my complaint lost in a moan as I leaned further back into his brother.
I let out a surprised sound as he smoothed his hands up my thigh and brought it over his shoulder, causing me to let out a small cry of relief as he buried his face against my center. His hum over my clit as he began to lick and suck had me almost collapsing, only held up by Lincoln. The two of them were playing me in a tune that was so unique to them, and I could feel that they wanted more—the dominant tone that played in the air had me wanting to be more submissive than ever.
I didn’t know how to ask them for what I wanted.
I wanted…no, Ineededthem to take control.
Lincoln wanted to be rough with me, I could feel it. Sterling had a darkness lingering under the surface, waiting to come out and play, but for the moment, neither of them were focused on that. Instead they were focused on teasing me, worshipping my body until I was trembling. Sterling’s mouth and Lincoln’s hand on me were like a euphoric experience. I felt my voice break as I let out a frustrated sound at being so close to coming—
“Come, Dahlia. Now.”
Lincoln’s sharp demand was accented by Sterling sucking on my clit, a climax slamming into me and making me cry out. I felt breathless for a moment, the room spinning as my eyes fell closed. I think I almost fell, Lincoln swearing as he caught me and Sterling pressing me further between the two of them, both pressing kisses over my face and neck, causing me to feel like I was in a bubble of love.
“Sugar,” Sterling finally spoke softly, “open your eyes. I’m worried you almost passed out on us.”
“Oh, I’m fine, I promise.” I let out a near giggle, feeling so damn good. “More than fine. The finest.”
“Lord,” Lincoln chuckled, the tension relieved from the moment.
“She needs food and water,” Sterling expressed, frowning. I reached up and ran my thumb over his brow to smooth it.
Lincoln let out a sound of agreement. “That was why Yates sent me up here. He got caught up talking to his father but had ordered food—”
His father?
“Did my parents call?”
Sterling fixed my robe and offered me an amused look. “Your parents, our parents, everyone is here.”
My eyes went wide as I processed his words. “What?”
“Arrived the night we got you back here.”
Oh.
I swallowed. “How much do they know?”
“Everything.”