Chapter Fifteen
Tamsyn
Standing at the front door to Hux’s big white house with its soaring columns and staid black door was intimidating as hell. Not only was she about to possibly have her very first threesome—with twins no less!—but this kind of money didn’t even exist in Penshaw. The perfectly sculpted glossy leafed plants in their ornate black planters seemed to stare at her and ask what the hell she was doing there.Excellent question, shrubs, excellent question.
The sound of the doorbell seemed to echo in the house and she half-expected a butler to open the door. And then probably tell her the help had to use the back entrance. But that was silly. Hux would’ve told her if there was a butler and he’d never come across as snobby.
When she thought back on it now, he’d been surprisingly down to earth for someone who had come from this. And Lowell seemed a bit stuffy but she thought that was because he was a grump and not because he thought his wealth made him better than other people.
Finally the door swung open and she was greeted by a man. Definitely one of the twins, but it took until he smiled for her to be certain it was Hux.
“You’re here,” he said, sounding not entirely sure that she’d show up. Well, she was nothing if not stubborn, wasn’t she? “Come in.”
The hand he set on her low back made her shiver in a delicious way. And lent her a bit of bravery when she stepped into a foyer that was probably as big as her entire apartment.Holy shit.
The door closed behind her, sounding awfully final, and some of her nerve drained out of her body. What was she doing? It’s not that she felt unsafe. Of course Maddie and Reid knew what she was up to, and for local backup Cosima and her daddies knew where she was and who she was with. Plus Hux had never for a second made her worry he’d harm her. But now that she was here—
Before her mind could totally run away, though, Hux was pulling her into him, and then cupping her jaw with his hands before pressing his lips to hers. So warm, so confident. The familiar sensation had her melting into him, parting her lips so he could tangle his tongue with hers. He adjusted his hold to slip an arm around her waist and slide a hand into her hair at the nape of her neck where he curled it into a fist.
The tugging sensation went straight to her pussy and had her gasping, pushing herself against his solid body, and throwing her arms around his neck. If everything else went to hell tonight at least she had this.
But would she get to keep him if things went badly? Her relationship with Hux already felt tenuous at best, as though they were holding each other loosely because they both knew at some point one of them would find what they were actually looking for and be on their way into the sunset.
Oof, couldn’t think about that or she’d get teary. She wasn’t going to cry in this massive, marble-floored entryway. No, Tamsyn Yates did not shrink from a challenge, and she hardly expected being the filling of a Foster-Webb sandwich to be a hardship.
Finally Hux pulled back, then loosened his hold on her hair so he could massage her neck.
“You nervous?”
“Little bit. I’ve never done this before.”
“I’m nervous too. But you know what Lowell does when he’s nervous?”
“No idea.”
“First of all, he’d never admit he’s nervous. But second, he does research, he makes plans. And I bet his internet search history since I came home talking about you has mostly been about threesomes. So we’re both in luck.”
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Lowell
He’d seen pictures of her, of course. Heard Hux’s end of their conversations and listened to his twin go on and on about this woman. Now that she was here, it hardly seemed real. He could only see Tamsyn’s back, the fall of her dirty blonde hair past her shoulders. Seemed she was a dirty blonde in more ways than one, and his fingers itched to get his hands on her.
But he wouldn’t be the creepy brother lurking around corners—god knew what Hux had already told her about him, probably nothing nice. He would at least introduce himself and then watch reality crash into her like an ocean liner it was too late to turn.
Not that it was ever too late for her to change her mind, but she didn’t seem the type to back down from a challenge. If anything, being told she couldn’t or shouldn’t do something would probably just make her more determined. Feisty little thing.
That this would end badly was almost inevitable. It was just a matter of how badly, and for who. For him, obviously. Because despite being a first rate asshole he loved his brother more than anything in this world and would willingly set himself on fire rather than see Huxley get burned. But would it just be him, with these two living in happily wedded bliss with him gritting his teeth every time he had to see them together? Or would it be all of them? Hopefully it would be worth the risk to find out.
Fixing his cufflinks, he strode across the not-quite-classic black and white Carrara hexagons that tiled the floor until Tamsyn must have heard his approach. She looked over her shoulder and he nearly tripped over himself.
How he could have ignored this woman in the grocery store or anywhere else for that matter was beyond him. Roundish face with plump lips that demanded to be kissed, and lush hips to match. Her hair was begging to be wrapped around a fist and pulled, and her eyes were hazel but with a mysterious depth. Hux had mentioned how lovely they were about a million times but his brother could be sentimental and soft, embellish and be effusive about everything. His twin hadn’t been making this up though. Not the broad cheekbones that took on a pink cast as he took a few steps closer, and not how he felt like he belonged on goddamned Mount Olympus when she had to tip her head back to look up at him.
He waited for Hux to relinquish his hold around her waist and held out a hand when she turned to face him full on.
“Lowell. Also known as the other Foster-Webb twin, or Huxley’s younger, better looking brother. Pleasure.”
When Tamsyn offered her own hand, he scooped it up and brought her knuckles to his lips to kiss. Her blush deepened and she put her free hand over her mouth.