Page 112 of Reckless Seduction
Since the night I returned, they haven’t touched me. Haven’t pushed or prodded for more. They know I need healing and to wrap my head around the convoluted mess that has become mylife. The woman I thought to be my best friend has betrayed me. My belief about my mother being some crack addict has been nothing more than a fabricated lie. My whole life has been a lie.
Then there are these two dumb fucks.
I trusted them to protect me, and they gave me away like a party favor. Kiernan uttered cruel words that pierced the very heart I’d given him without knowing it. It wasn’t love at first sight, but I steadily grew to trust them. With every kiss, every touch, every whisper, they endeared themselves to me.
Then fucked it all up.
These men won’t grovel or plead for me to forgive them. It isn’t who they are, and I wouldn’t want them to. But the primal, lust-filled looks in their eyes tell me they have ways to make me forgive them, and I’m not about to stop them from doing exactly that.
“I love you both too.” My teeth bite into my lower lip shyly. I’ve never uttered those words to anyone before. “But if you think saying that is going to make me forgive you, then you are way off base. I want something more.”
Seamus and Kiernan smirk, a mischievous glint lighting up the gold flecks in their emerald eyes. “And what is it that you were thinking, wildcat?”
Licking my lips, I drag my hungry gaze down their bodies, eyeing them like a wolf eyes its prey.
“Orgasms.”
There is a mild pause between them, just long enough for my words to sink in, and then Kiernan acts. Throwing restraint out the window, he surges forward, drawing me into his body, and kisses me with more passion than I’ve ever dreamed of knowing.
His lips on mine cause my head to spin. Kiernan has always been the reserved one. The brother who calculates risk before reward. But there are bolts of intensity lingering beneath the surface that send shock waves racing through my body. Mydesire surges to dizzying heights as he plunders my mouth, pouring every single ounce of his apology into his kiss.
A soft moan escapes me, and his tongue stops exploring to graze across my lips before he delves deeper, hungry and desperate and searching for more. Kiernan lifts his hands to run his fingers through my hair, and I cling tightly to him when my knees shake beneath me. I really am screwed. He has always held back when he kisses me, but this, this is something more, and I love every bit of the reeling, quivering blob of hormonal jelly I have become in his arms.
Kiernan’s kisses move from my mouth to my neck, and I moan at the delicious sensation, my hands weaving in his soft ginger hair to pull him closer. My eyes are open, peering at Seamus, who watches the two of us in silence for a few beats before he begins to slowly undress. My gaze tracks his panther-like movements as he discards piece after piece until he is bare before me, the hard evidence of his arousal on display.
Stalking forward, he taps his brother’s shoulder, his gaze holding mine, sending a sizzle of excitement through me as he takes his brother’s place. He pulls me close with one hand on my hip, the other cupping my cheek gently. Desire flames in his gaze as he holds me, pausing for an instant before he brings his lips to mine.
The kiss is featherlight and coaxing enough to provoke a shiver before I melt into him, opening up and following exactly where he wants to lead me. If Kiernan’s kiss makes my head spin, then Seamus’s takes my breath away.
In this, as much as everything else, there is a balance to be found between them. The raw passion of one brother starts a wildfire that sears me with its power, and the smooth sensuality of the other tempers the inferno into a blaze that will burn through the night.
They broke me apart the night of the auction, and those parts were kept jagged and in pieces every night I was stuck in that brothel, but slowly, they are putting me back together again, stronger than I’ve been before.
Seamus draws back sooner than I want, and I lean in to close the distance before I am aware of it. Judging by the satisfied gleam in his eyes, that is what he intended.
Bastard.
“Who’s going first?” Kiernan licks his lips seductively, his tatted, callused hands skirting down the buttons of his shirt, revealing the tattooed expanse of his chest inch by inch. Seamus smirks as his own hands divest me of my bra and panties.
“Why don’t we let her choose?”
“No way.” I shake my head. “You two always have this weird ESP shit going on. I’m not choosing. I will never choose.”
There is more weight behind those words than just simply choosing which one of them gets to dominate me first. I will never choose between the twins because I love both of them equally. They need to know I won’t be the tie breaker or the referee. It is important for them to know that if we are going to have a healthy… whatever the fuck this is. Ava warned me that the two of them are competitive, and fuck it all if I am going to be some kind of trophy.
Not gonna happen.
The twins shoot each other a look, the wheels in their heads turning.
“Flip a coin?” Seamus suggests, his hand running soothingly up and down my arm.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me,” I mumble so they can’t hear me. This is how they are going to decide? The toss of a coin?
Inner bitch is giving me a smarmy smile like she knew this would happen.
“Rock, paper, scissors?” Kiernan offers. Seamus considers it, then gives a short nod and holds out his fist. I curse under my breath. Fucking children. “Count on three,” Kiernan tells him, his own fist at the ready. “One. Two. Three.”
Two rocks.
