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The awareness that he’s tasting his brother’s cum sends a massive throb through my core. The act feels so taboo, I feel like I need one of them to take me one more time.
When he pulls away, I glance toward Simon.
He’s still panting hard but a look of calm and relief spreads through his face, relaxing his features.
Oliver runs his fingers along my thighs, picking up the sticky mess he’s left there and paints my cheeks with his cum. “I can’t bite you yet but I can mark you like this.”
“Our princess is such a beautiful mess,” Simon muses with an appreciative hum. Sitting up, he captures my lips in a deep kiss.
Can he taste himself on my tongue or did Oliver sweep every last drop off?
My cheeks are already so hot, I’m scared I’ll burn them if they touch me. I never knew being with twins could feel this way.
“You’re the sweetest omegaever, Rory,” Simon whispers, kissing my cheek.
A heavy huff escapes me as I lean against him. “I don’t want to move at all,” I complain as both Simon and Oliver start putting their clothes on.
“Then, don’t,” Oliver says, helping me down among the pillows. “We’ll take care of you.”
A light sigh escapes me as my body sinks into the mattress. Feeling completely boneless, I watch Simon heading into the bathroom while Oliver walks out of the room.
Pure bliss and serenity spread through me, making me doze off.
When my eyes open again, I feel something warm and wet on my thighs.
Simon is back at my side and swiping a wet towel over my thighs and legs. A gentle expression lights up his handsome face as he focuses his whole attention on me.
I moan as he gently cleans up my pussy.
“Better?” he asks, grinning.
“Yeah,” I sigh. “So much better when I don’t have to move a muscle.”
He chuckles and presses a kiss to my lips.
It’s amazing how intimate this quiet moment feels. Jake never bothered to take care of me like this even after we’d been together for months.
I feel like an idiot for the thousandth time. My obsession with an asshole like Jake was no one’s fault but my own.
The sound of the opening door breaks me out of my thoughts. Oliver steps inside with a large tray in his arms and comes over to the bed.
“You’re finally here,” Simon says, eagerly staring at the stacks of Tupperware containers on the tray. “I’m starving. If you hadn’t shown up in the next minute, I’d have gone downstairs to bring the food myself.”
“Did Valerie send the food?” I ask, sitting up. Now that I’m fully relaxed, I realize how hungry I am.
“Nah,” Oliver says, putting down the plates on the bed. “We got this food from the officers’ mess.”
“Roasted potatoes!” Simon exclaims excitedly as he opens the topmost container.
Oliver opens another box, revealing thickly-cut slabs of well-roasted meat.
“The food isn’t fancy but it’ll fill you right up,” says Oliver.
Grabbing Simon’s shirt from beside me, I put it on. His shirt is so large on me, I feel like I’m swimming in the soft fabric.
“There’s pasta too!” Oliver croons, staring into another container.
While they open the rest of the containers, I grab the plates and start loading them with the food they’ve brought.
