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A massive throb tugs at my core, making me want more. My fingers scratch along his arms, silently demanding more.
Oliver’s lips mold into a grin against my lips. Breaking away, he grabs my wrists and pins them over my head.
He’s panting hard as he gazes into my eyes. “Do we want me, Rory?”
My breath hitches at the rough tone of his voice.
Oliver stays still while I force my mind to work and answer him. “Yes,” I finally blurt out, hoping I didn’t ruin the perfect moment.
His lips curl into a roguish grin. Straddling my thighs, he makes me lie flat against the mattress.
I glance toward Simon. “Where’s Seth?”
Chuckles escape Oliver as he leans down to press a kiss to my cheek. “How can you think of him when I’m on top of you?”
“Simon’s here, so I was wondering if he’d like to join in too.”
A funny noise escapes Simon as he stares at me. “You want me to join in?”
My cheeks flame. Isn’t that what he’d been expecting?
“Uhh, I mean...if you want to...I thought you’d like to...you don’t have to if you don’t want to...”
“Oh, Rory,” Oliver whispers, pressing his lips to mine. “You’re just too sweet and cute.”
I feel Simon’s weight on the mattress as he climbs onto the bed. “Seth’s not home, Princess. You’re going to have to make do with just the two of us.”
“I promise we’ll take good care of you,” Oliver croons against my ear.
“Here, let me help you with your dress,” Simon says in a coaxing tone.
“I usually mock Seth for his fashion sense but he does a great job in dressing you,” Oliver says, moving away so that Simon can work on the zip on my back.
A small chuckle escapes me. “I’m in awe of his choices too.”
“He was close to our grandma,” Oliver says. “He must’ve learned everything from her.”
“Why the hell are you talking about our grandma right now?” Simon groans. “You’re ruining all the sexy vibes.”
Snorts escape me as Simon lowers the dress down my shoulders.
“See?” Simon hisses. “She’s laughing.”
“At least, she’s not cursing at us,” Oliver says, glancing at me.
“I’d never curse you,” I say, laying a hand on his cheek.
His eyes flutter close at my touch.
It’s incredible to see the effect I have on him too.
Simon slowly peels the dress off me, exposing my bare body to his twin.
Oliver’s gaze roves along my body, taking in the ribs that stick out as well as my small, shrunken belly.
“I know I’m not pretty under my clothes,” I say through a painful choke.
“You’re wrong, my darling,” Oliver says in a low, grim tone. “These things...” His fingers lightly stroke over my exposed ribs. “These are battle scars. They’re beautiful and make me so proud of you.”
