“With pleasure,” Bastian says, and before I can think, he has his hands around me and is lifting me effortlessly out of the pool. He sets me on the edge of it, the lower part of my legs still dangling in the water, and puts his hands on my thighs, trapping me there.
I glance at Amadeo, who is watching us.
“The bikini looks nice,” Amadeo says, and I begin to realize that I made a mistake if I thought Amadeo would choose me over his brother. I didn’t want that. It was not what I expected at all. I just wanted his protection, like he promised. He gets to his feet and walks around the pool toward us. I watch him, unable to look at Bastian. He comes to stand behind me. “Emma’s having lunch on the other side of the house,” he tells me.
I look up at him. “I want to go to her.”
“When we’re finished here,” he says. “First,” he starts, reaching down to lift my wet hair and set it down my back. “It’s time to understand something.” He kneels behind me, trapping me between powerful thighs. His fingers trace the slight swell of my breasts before he takes the triangular cups of the bikini top and pushes each one over to expose my breasts.
I gasp and cover myself with my hands.
Amadeo closes his hands over mine and brings his mouth to my ear. “You belong to us both, Dandelion. I need you to know that. Know it in your bones,” he says loud enough for Bastian to hear.
“I—”
“I want you to show us that you understand that.” He takes my hands and pulls them behind my back, holding both wrists in one of his, then tilts my head so he can look at my face. “Don’t worry, I know you want to.”
“But—”
“Look at Bastian.”
I swallow.
“Look at him, Dandelion,” he repeats, releasing me, so I turn to meet Bastian’s eyes. They burn like lava, but there’s something else there too. His hatred. Whether it’s for himself or me, I’m not sure.
Bastian drags his gaze to my breasts, then back to his brother. There’s a silent exchange I don’t understand.
“Now show him your pussy,” Amadeo tells me, releasing my wrists.
I glance nervously up at him.
“Do it. Move your suit over so he can see your pussy.”
I swallow hard, a plethora of feelings warring inside me. Arousal and humiliation and confusion. Do I want this? Does it matter? Yes, it does. Amadeo won’t force me. I know that.
I lick my lips, face Bastian, and with my stomach fluttering as if with a thousand butterflies, I draw the fabric between my legs over and watch as he lowers his gaze to look at me. And I find I want him to look. I want them both to look. In fact, it’s all I want right now. Their eyes on me.
I spread my legs a little wider, feeling the heat of arousal.
Bastian cocks his head and studies my naked sex. I keep it shaved bare, and I feel myself growing wet beneath his gaze.
“She’s wet, and it’s not the pool,” Bastian says.
“I’m not surprised. I think she likes having us look at her. Touch her,” Amadeo says so close to my ear that his words make the hair on the back of my neck stand on end. “You should taste her.”
Amadeo takes my arms again. I twist a little, but he holds firm. It’s not that I don’t want it. I’m very turned on. But this is wrong. To be with both of them. To want them both. Isn’t it?
Bastian draws me closer to the edge of the pool and spreads my thighs wider. He glances up at me, eyes black as coals, a burning amber glowing beneath. He keeps his gaze locked on mine as he slides two fingers over the crease of my thigh, slipping them beneath the suit. My breath is a shudder as he exposes more of me to his gaze.
The stubble of his jaw tickles my inner thigh. He turns his head, opening his mouth to kiss it, to lick a line all the way to my core as Amadeo leans me backward just a little, giving Bastian that much more of me but making me watch at the same time as Bastian’s dark head moves between my legs. I feel the first flick of his hot tongue over my clit before he closes his lips around it and sucks. I let out a small cry, not sure if I want my arms free to pull him to me or want them free to push him off.
“Spread your legs wider, Dandelion,” Amadeo says, mouth at my ear, teeth at my neck. “Give it to him. Offer him a taste of your pretty little pussy.”
I do as he says, and Amadeo kisses my mouth. It’s a deep, full kiss, devouring and wholly erotic, wet, as wet as Bastian’s tongue on my sex. And it isn’t long before I’m panting into Amadeo’s mouth. He draws back to watch me come, to watch as Bastian’s teeth graze my clit, drawing a cry from me before he closes his mouth over it and sucks. His fingers slide inside me, curling a little, just enough to make my vision go dark around the edges as my world tilts on its axis.
It's over too soon, and I’m left panting as Amadeo straightens me to sit up, and Bastian draws back, fingers of one hand digging into my thigh as he turns almost black, angry eyes to me. He wipes the back of his hand over his mouth before he swims away. I watch as he gets to the opposite edge and lifts himself up, muscles flexing in powerful arms and shoulders, water glistening off tanned olive skin. He doesn’t turn to look at his brother or me but grabs the towel he must have dropped on a chair and keeps walking, his back to us, until he disappears into the house.