Craig, Dede - Three Kisses of Lust (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (11 page)

She lowered her hands and stared at them. She had never felt this cheap. Even though Liam seemed okay with what happened, it was his brother, after all. She raised her head, tears brimming in her eyes then she faced Liam. “I’m so sorry, Liam, I was waiting for you. I fell asleep. I thought, I woke up. It just happened. Oh God.” She frowned and chewed on her lower lip.

He was standing at the side of the couch watching her, with a hint of a smile on his mouth which was otherwise closed in contemplation.

She couldn’t decide if he was angry, bemused, or simply calm. She cautiously stood up and walked toward him, her legs wobbly beneath her. He should be angry, but she didn’t know, did he understand? She raised her hand and caressed his rough cheek. Even before she spoke, she could see the anger she expected to see wasn’t there. But she had to say something. “I didn’t mean to sleep with your brother. You look so alike, you move alike, shit, I don’t mean in that way.” She took a breath and mentally slapped herself then crawled out of the hole she was digging for herself. She lowered her hand to her side and waited, her gaze falling to his chest.

Liam didn’t move, his stare still firmly fixed into her face.

Looking up, his eyes burnt into her skin and her face reddened from the intensity. “Liam, I feel terrible, I really didn’t mean for this to happen. You have to believe me.”

“I know.” A soft smile played at the corners of his mouth.

“You know? What do you mean?”

Liam moved his hand to her chin and raised her face upward to his. He traced her lips with his forefinger before grabbing her arms and pulling her closer to him. His lowered his face to the side of her neck, his warm breath grazing over her pulse point.

Gia turned her face, resting her head halfway between his chest and shoulder. He smelled so delectable. She felt dirty, used.

“Did you enjoy it?” he whispered in her ear, and she swallowed a sharp intake of air. She froze in place, the sense of déjà vu crashing through her, not knowing what to say. Was he actually referring to Aidan?

“It’s okay, baby, you can tell me. Did you enjoy it?” He spoke so quietly, a husky whisper.

“I—don’t know what to say.” She lifted her hands up and held his shirt collar, thumbing the soft fabric. What was she supposed to say? She moved her head, placing her forehead on his chest. Of course she had enjoyed it. Aidan was his duplicate, in every possible way. They were equally hot, attractive, and inviting. Now this, now—

“You can tell me the truth. Did you?” He moved his tongue to her earlobe then flicked it into her ear.

A chill ran down her neck and spine, and she shivered. How was she supposed to answer him when it was possibly the best sex she had had, well, right up there with Liam? She gasped for air then exhaled deeply. What was she going to say?

Chapter 6

Aidan stared at the striking image of Gia.

She was pouting straight ahead at the camera. Her lashes were lowered with a look of sex, beckoning to millions of viewers all around the world. Her website was buzzing with activity from a Twitter feed, tagged with her name, on the right side of his laptop screen.

He stared at the scrolling declarations of adoration from her fans.
Beautiful
.
Gorgeous
.
Can’t stop thinking about you
.

On and on it scrolled, fortuitously echoing his thoughts. She was indeed exquisite, and every space in his normally well-ordered mind was consumed by thoughts of her.

Picturing her face, he cringed, thinking about the look on her when Liam had walked in. She certainly couldn’t have appeared more guilty or mortified. But he knew that Liam would explain as much as he could, and hopefully she would understand that she’d done nothing wrong.

Fuck, why did Liam have to rush things? If he hadn’t jumped ahead she wouldn’t have been lying on that couch in the first place. Aidan’s dick hardened, and his eyes watered with the fresh memory of her lithe, sexy pussy sprawled and waiting.

He’d never been jealous of Liam, but a nagging, uncomfortable doubt edged in his head, making it feel like his brain was rattling inside it. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. What if she preferred Liam? He had after all had the chance to talk to her one-on-one, have lunch with her. That was already two steps ahead in his book.

He shut the laptop screen then lay back on the king-size bed. Folding his arms behind him, he stared at a slight crack in the ceiling.

A familiar, sweet scent flitted into his nostrils and Aidan turned his face into the pillow. Gia’s scent. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the tantalizing fragrance to swirl through his senses. She’d fucked Liam in this very bed. The thought sent a mixture of simmering lust and inexplicable jealousy rifling through him. He sat up and placed his feet on the carpeted floor.
Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me?
He slammed the pillow with his fist. He was never jealous of his brother.

Shit, knowing Liam, with a body as hot as hers, he was probably fucking her again right now. He moved his elbows to his parted knees, and held his head. The thing about having an identical twin brother was that in picturing the two of them together, automatically he saw himself with her. And the thought thickened his cock in place.

He stood up and took a deep breath, and with it came a stony resolution. There was no way he would be satisfied with Liam being the one to win Gia over on his own. To watch the most alluring woman he had ever met with his brother, especially if he couldn’t have her. He couldn’t bear the thought now, and he doubted he would be able to in the future.

His heart sprang to life, spurring him on, and each beat came faster in his heaving chest. They had to do it together or not at all. They needed a plan.

Chapter 7

Gia trembled with Liam’s mouth at her ear.

“Tell me, baby, don’t be scared, just tell me,” he whispered before moving his tongue from her earlobe to her neck and sucking softly.

What choice did she have? None. Of course she had enjoyed it. They were identical. How could she not? She loved every minute of it. “Yes,” she whispered, cringing at the sound of her own voice.

Liam moved his hand down the side of her waist, down her hip and around her thigh. He lifted her dress up and slid his hand to her still damp pussy.

“Oh God,” she moaned. Evidence of Aidan was still dripping from her. She could feel it trickling down her thigh, and she clenched her thighs in embarrassment. Even if he didn’t mind his brother’s still-warm liquid slick on her thighs, she did.

Liam inserted two fingers into her, and she groaned. She didn’t want to feel anything, not after what had happened. She closed her eyes, willing the rush of desire away, but, shit, just the feel of his warm, hard fingers inside her compelled her body to react again with wanting.

“Liam—”

His mouth was still on her neck. He moved it to her ear again, his breath tantalizing and warm. His finger hooked into her cunt, and he flicked it rhythmically. “You fucked him so good, Gia. Can you smell his cum? I don’t mind. Your pussy is hot enough to share, baby. So hot.” He flicked his finger faster against her lips.

Oh God, was this really happening? As much as she shouldn’t, dare not, her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed with each beat of his fingers. “I, oh Liam, I’m so—”

He shoved deeper into her, and she leaned forward, heaving against his chest, her breath catching on her words. She looked lazily into his eyes. She was spent, but now, oh sweet Lord, the things he was making her feel. The thought of Aidan’s juices on his hands, inexplicably, drove her insane with wanting.

He moved his head down, and his mouth met hers. His tongue moved lazily against hers, his eyes still opened. He moved his hand down to loosen his pants.

She could hear the sound of his zipper, the swift drums of his heart, and the throbbing of her pulse. She couldn’t move, suspended in disbelief and wanting it more than anything.

He continued kissing her while he stepped out of his pants and underwear, pushing her slowly toward the same desk perched alongside the bookshelves. The same one where she had just fucked his brother.

He lifted her up so the edge of her backside was on the table. He opened her legs carefully, placing her one foot on the table and the other around his hip before he leaned forward.

She moved her hands to the edges of the table just when he shoved his fingers into her wet cunt again.

She salivated when the titillation swooped over her. She had just fucked his brother. The memories flashed in her mind, and she groaned in shame. The truth was, the thought made her horny as hell.

In a quick motion, his long, hard cock was inside her, penetrating her pussy, sliding into her soaking wetness.

She could still smell Aidan, the scent wafting up, and she licked her lips and moaned. The thought of Liam fucking her while Aidan’s cum was still there sent spasms of animalistic desire crashing through every nerve cell. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy.

His cock pounded into her hot, wet flesh, each thrust causing her body to jerk.

She growled, her voice wild and raw. Each thrust coming in such quick succession, she was unable to match his rhythm. All she could do was sit there and take it while his cock banged into her. She moved her hands down and around his sexy ass, kneading the taut mounds with her hands, feeling the clenching and release with each thrust.

His eyes were focused on her face while he fucked her, his mouth opened with his tongue flicking against hers between thrusts. The sheer unbridled lust propelling him faster and faster.

She was so close, but she wanted to ride his hard cock, take control. She quickly pushed him to the floor and onto his back.

His eyes widened then narrowed in understanding, and his lips curved into a breathless smile.

She opened her legs, moving one on each side of him before lowering herself onto his cock.

She was going to ride him hard and fuck him fast, until he exploded in her. His liquid joining his brother’s, mingling with her own pussy juice. The thought caused a shock of painful rapture, and her clit throbbed in ecstasy. She moved her pelvis backward, forward, side to side, slowly, and she could hear him groan, his eyes glazed with lust, savoring the sight.

He moved his hand to her hip and the other onto her breast, squeezing both. “Oh yes, just like that. Fuck me, you like fucking my big cock, don’t you? Ride my dick with your wet pussy. Fuck me.”

“Oh fuck yes.” She threw her head back and moved her hips faster. Back and forth. “Oh God, Liam, I love fucking you. I love your big, hard cock. Oh fuck, my pussy is so wet for you.” She rode harder, feeling him deep inside of her, and she rotated hips. Her hands rubbed back and forth on his tightened chest and stomach while she moved, the skin slippery from his slick sweat.

“Oh yes, baby, your pussy feels so good, so fucking good. You like fucking, don’t you?” He guided her hips with his hands, digging his nails into her skin, making her move faster. He raised his hand and spanked her ass, and she gasped.

“Oh fuck, yes,” she screamed, throwing her hair onto his chest then up again. “I love riding your cock, oh yes. I love it!”
Yes, yes.

She moved her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She screamed when her body fervently responded to its gratifying reward. The spasms shot through every inch of her body and the warm rush of liquid swirled around his cock.

Then his dick throbbed and jerked, his creamy juice finally squirting, mixing, and trickling inside of her.

She collapsed on top of him, resting her head on his chest and exhaled loudly.

Her head moved up and down in rhythm to his heaving chest. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking at—

“Oh my God, Aidan? Liam.” She turned to Liam then shoved his shoulder with one hand while she looked at Aidan.