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I was scared of how safe I felt in his arms, even after his stinging betrayal. But I’d come to find that when I looked back at it, he’d never truly betrayed me, even if it had felt like it. The twins had taken me up to shower the moment we arrived at the bar. They’d whisked me away with the promise that once I’d rested, we’d go down to talk with my father.
My father.
That word held a different meaning now. I didn’t know if I’d ever be able to call him that. Not when the word was so tainted.
“He’s not going anywhere,a stóre,” Seamus assured me as he carefully washed my sore and battered body.
“What does that mean?” I asked curiously. They’d been calling me that just as long as they’d been calling me their whore. It was probably something along that line. Like slut or something equally derogatory. The only difference was they never referred to me as their whore outside of the bedroom. They’d used the other phrase no matter where we were.
“It means treasure.”
That was not what I was expecting. Nor was I expecting the redness that crept up both twins’ cheeks. They were embarrassed.
“I like it,” I whispered softly, kissing his shoulder and then Kiernan’s, since that was all I could reach without having to stretch on my tiptoes. Slowly, I ran my hands down their chests, toward their obvious arousals.
“Not now, wildcat.” They both let out pained groans when I stroked their lengths. “This isn’t the time for that. You’ve been through something traumatic.”
I was mad as hell at them. But I was also cracked and hanging on by a thin thread. I needed something to ground me. Even if it was sex with the two men who’d betrayed me. They’d broken my heart, shattered it, but now, within their presence, those pieces lit up and trembled with delight.
Even after everything that had happened, it still wanted them.
Needed them.
Loved them.
Even if my brain refused to accept that.
But I didn’t need to love them to experience freedom. I needed them to shut off my mind, otherwise I would begin to spiral.
I’d begin to break even further.
“No one touched me,” I assured them, my voice soft but strong. “But all I could think about, even after I thought you’d betrayed me, was every time we were in this shower together. The three of us, and how good you made me feel. How much pleasure I got from touching you and giving you both your own pleasure.”
Kiernan chuckled, his gaze on his brother as he pulled me against his chest. He snaked his hand down my chest, tweaking my nipples as he went before he cupped my pussy.
“Have you been a good girl?” Kiernan whispered in my ear, his gaze still holding Seamus’s. Seamus looked torn between taking what he wanted and being a gentleman.
“Have you been a good boy?” I snarked, then gasped as he slapped my pussy. God, that felt so good.
“We’re the ones in charge here,mo fraochÚn beag.”
It didn’t bother me like I thought it would, the degradation, because when it slipped from his lips, there was nothing but love and safety behind it.
“Understand?”
I nodded my head, unable to get the words out as he sank two digits into my tight heat.
He groaned. “So fucking tight and ready for us.”
Seamus, who had been standing back, watching his brother finger me while he stroked his cock, grinned.
“Let’s see if we can stretch her out a bit.”
“The mouths on you two.” I moaned in ecstasy when Seamus’s mouth latched on to one of my rigid nipples.
“Speak fer yerself, lass,” Seamus smirked. “You’ve got the mouth of a drunken sailor.”
“And your mouth, lad,” I teased, “should be busy giving me orgasms.”
