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“If you have something you want to say, spit it out. I want to eat in peace.”
“How are you doing after all that?”
I roll my eyes, so he can see. “After all what? After getting my dick wet? After finally putting our plan into place and getting revenge on the man that destroyed our lives? Be more specific.”
“Chill out, man. We’re on the same side. I’m just wondering if actually tasting her changes anything. I was looking for a heads up, not a fucking interrogation.”
Well, shit. I take a deep breath and roll my shoulders. “It’s definitely going to complicate things, but it isn’t anything we can’t handle. Pussy is pussy. The end will make everything worth it, so let’s just enjoy our little toy while we can.” I shrug, but he narrows his eyes at me.
“That simple, huh?”
“You and I both know that nothing is ever simple, Hayes.”
“Fair enough. I just don’t want that family to do any more damage to us than they already have. So if you ever feel like you’re in too deep or things are getting too hard, you need to say something.”
Annoyance flashes through me again. “I’m a grown-ass man. I can handle myself. I think you’re the one that’s scared of feeling guilty or whatever. Don’t project your bullshit onto me.”
Hayes laughs and raises his hands up. “I didn’t mean anything by it. But be honest, was it really that good?”
I can’t help the smile that takes over my face. “Dude, that cunt was like a vise. I’m already jealous of the fact that Gray is going to get it in next.”
“Fucking awesome. And you don’t know that for sure.”
“Fifty bucks says he starts trying to wake her up within the next two hours, so he can fuck her.”
“Deal.” We shake on it, and Hayes slaps me on the shoulder before he walks out of the kitchen.
I’m more impulsive than my twin, which is why he feels the need to check in with me so often. He thinks I can’t tell that he’s trying to rein me in or some shit, but we basically share a brain. I meant what I said. Rory’s presence here, our plan, it’s going to get complicated. But I don’t care what I have to do because her family is finally going to pay for what they did to us. I’ll make damn sure of it, even if it kills me.
Rory
Mybodyisbuzzing,and I can feel Brendan’s presence behind me. I have no idea what time it is, but when I’m able to crack my eyes open for a moment, it’s so dark that it must still be the middle of the night. That explains why I’m so tired and don’t feel like moving. It’s been a while since Brendan and I spooned, and I can feel his hard length digging into me. I have thoughts of grinding into him, but I can’t really make my body move. I should be more concerned about that, but everything feels hazy and out of focus like maybe I’m dreaming anyway.
An involuntary groan escapes as I try to shift my body, and his hands tighten around my middle. I realize that I’m still naked when his hand drifts up to my breasts and takes turns teasing my nipples. His hot breath tickles my ear, and even mostly unconscious, my earlier arousal reignites. I don’t know what has gotten into Brendan, but I’m not going to complain. This feels like the early days when we couldn’t keep our hands off each other. I just wish I was more awake to fully experience and enjoy it.
When his mouth comes down on my neck and starts licking and sucking, my body wants to writhe against him, but all I manage is some wiggling. He gets the idea though. His other hand moves to where I need him most, and his fingers trail through the wetness he finds there. My breaths are coming out hot and heavy, and my need for him is almost painful. Neither one of us says anything, he just plays my body perfectly.
His teeth nip my earlobe, and I moan when his fingers begin circling my clit at the same time. He shushes me low in my ear, and goosebumps erupt down the entire right side of my body. His mouth trails down, and at the juncture between my neck and shoulder, he sucks at the sensitive skin, heightening my pleasure and no doubt leaving a mark. We haven’t given each other hickeys in years, but I’ll let him cover me in them as long as he never stops what he’s doing.
I feel his cock slowly pushing into me, and I gasp at how fucking good it feels to be split open by him again. His fingers continue their movements on my clit, and my orgasm rocks through me. In that moment, Brendan shoves completely inside me, and my body trembles. I try to open my eyes or form words to tell him how good this all feels, but it’s like my body only exists to feel pleasure and every other function is turned off.
His hand holds onto my hip in a punishing grip that I fucking love as he thrusts into me. Impossibly, he’s driving me higher and higher again. I feel so weak I don’t know how I could possibly survive another orgasm. His face is buried in my neck, and I feel him groan more than I hear it. I love that it’s my body making him feel so good. I hope this is the start to an improved sex life because I’m already starting to feel addicted to this. His rhythm stutters, and I can feel him filling me up, which sets me off.
“Fuck, Little Bird.” He’s still pumping into me, and I never want it to end.
I’m panting and still can’t form a coherent sentence, so I just sink into the mattress. He stays seated inside me and pulls me into his arms tightly, tracing his hand up and down my thigh. I’m so fucking relaxed and used all my energy to have multiple orgasms, so the soothing touch is putting me back into a coma. I should get up and take care of myself, but everything feels so heavy. I don’t feel like fighting it. I’ll clean up in a little bit.
I don’t know if I fell asleep and woke up or if I’ve just been lying here, blissed out of my mind, but I become aware of a warm, wet towel cleaning me between my legs. What a fucking guy. I smile and mumble but have no idea if my sentiments are clear. I hear a low chuckle before I drift away again.
The next time I stir, it’s a little easier to open my eyes, but they still won’t fully cooperate. The room is brighter, so it must be morning now. I wonder if Brendan wants to go get breakfast because I feel ravenous. I try to roll over to look at him, but my body is sluggish. Maybe I’m sick? I slowly bring a hand to my eyes and rub at them for a minute before trying to open them again. It does the trick. I take in my surroundings, and my brain refuses to understand what I’m seeing.
This room is massive. The walls are creamy white, and there are chairs and blankets in various shades of gray and tan. The bed I’m on is huge and piled with plush blankets in the same color scheme. I can see a bathroom through the open door across from me that looks like it will also be fairly large. This doesn’t make any fucking sense though. Where the fuck am I?
Did Brendan bring me somewhere while I was out of it?
I’m still wrapped in his arms, and it takes a moment of wiggling before I can turn myself to look at him. When I do, I don’t understand what I’m looking at. Or who. Suddenly, I’m staring into the most gorgeous yet unfamiliar silver eyes I’ve ever seen. He smiles at me, and I scream.
“Shh, Little Bird. You’re okay, shh.” He caresses my face, and while I stop screaming, the memory of Brendan calling me Little Bird last night filters through.
