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Chapter Sixteen
Tamsyn
What she saw of the house on their way upstairs was just as sumptuous and sophisticated as the outside and the entryway. She hadn’t realized people actually lived like this. It seemed more like a movie set or a magazine spread. But of course she was Tamsyn Yates from Penshaw, Ohio, and Huxley was the eldest brother of the Foster-Webb political dynasty in one of the richest states in the country. This was a different world.
But while she glanced at her surroundings, she was much more focused on the men flanking her as they made their way up the wide, curving staircase. Hux had tangled his fingers in hers while Lowell was resting a palm at the small of her back. Step by step, she felt like the oxygen was getting thinner, although maybe that was her imagination. Or caused by her shallow breathing instead of the air. Whatever it was, this was a heady situation to find herself in.
If she was getting dizzy now, would she pass out when the fun actually started? Did it matter? Surely one of these men would catch her. Maybe she’d like to be caught.
Hux led her down a hallway at the top of the stairs and let them into a room that was all dark wood floors, heavy, masculine furniture, and plush drapes she kind of wanted to wrap herself in. She didn’t have the chance to laugh at herself—who was she, Scarlet O’Hara?—because Hux used his grip on her hand to tug her against him and then he was kissing her, deep and slow. She surrendered with a whimper and put her hands on his chest, curled her fingers into the soft cotton of his shirt.
This was familiar and comfortable but still damn exciting, like a favorite rollercoaster she’d ridden a million times. How he moved his hands over her back, up to her neck, into her hair, his hold on her possessive and claiming.
How would this work with Lowell? Because Hux didn’t seem like the kind of man to share. Like a predator jealous with its prey, she could imagine him snarling at anyone who approached. And Lowell didn’t seem like the type to settle for seconds. But Hux said they’d done this before, so perhaps she should just…not worry about it. Was that a thing she could do? It appeared she was going to find out.
Hux made one last thorough sweep through her mouth with his tongue and then sank his teeth into her bottom lip for a moment before releasing her.
She wanted to protest, but then he was turning her around to have her back pressed into his chest and his erection thick and hard at the small of her back. Lowell was standing in front of her now, so similar but different from his brother.
He cupped her face in his hands, thumbed her cheeks, and then bent down to press his lips to hers. Firm and warm, his lips slightly thinner than Hux’s, she couldn’t resist this man’s kiss either. She melted, her knees going weak and propped up between the twins. Lowell nipped at her mouth and worked a hand into her hair while Hux slid his hands from her hips to her stomach and then up to cup her breasts.
So many hands, so many sensations, and both the brothers made the same masculine hum that sounded like pleasure warring with desire. They hadn’t even gotten to third base and she was going to come. That was fine. Not embarrassing at all.
Lowell broke their kiss but didn’t go far, resting his forehead against hers, their breath mingling between them in pants.
“Let’s get you out of these clothes,” Hux murmured into her ear and she nodded.
Lowell stood to his full height and pushed her jacket over her shoulders, and then Huxley was unzipping her dress and stripping her out of it, leaving the knee length shell in a puddle on the floor.
It was maybe messed up, but there was something about being only in her underwear and heels while the two of them were still fully dressed that was really working for her. Making her feel soft and sexy and submissive, subject to whatever the whims of these two men might demand.
Lowell reached behind her back to unhook her bra and draw the straps over her arms, and Hux peeled her undies over her hips and down her legs where they joined the discarded dress.
“Heels off too, I think,” Lowell said, and obediently she out of them which left her feeling even more small and fragile between the two men.
“Such a lovely girl,” Hux crooned in her ear before he twisted her hair off her neck and started to kiss and nibble her there.
“So lovely,” Lowell affirmed, looking down at her. “And you’re going to be so good for us, aren’t you?”
“Uh-huh.”
She would do damn near anything they asked. These men were a forge and she was a piece of metal they were going to shape however they pleased. She felt herself yield as Lowell looked into her with those cunning but ardent eyes.
“And in return, we’re going to treat you like a princess.”
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Lowell
They weren’t just going to treat her like a princess, she was going tobetheir princess. Pretty little thing trapped between them, at their mercy.
He grabbed a handful of her backside and squeezed, hard. Her responding “ngh” made his dick pulse.
“So I heard you liked to be spanked, princess. Is that true?”
When Tamsyn nodded he released his hand and brought it down again, his palm smacking against her skin.
“Have you ever been spanked by two people?”
