The Risk (Kings of Linwood Academy 3)

“Fuck!”

My curse is almost as muffled as Dax’s words were earlier, and I can feel Chase smile against my lips when he hears it. He pulls back from my mouth and shifts his attention downward, pressing kisses to my jaw, neck, and shoulder as Dax moves upward, his tongue trailing over my lower abdomen to circle my belly button slowly. His lips and teeth brush over my hip bones and the sensitive lines of my hip flexors, eating me up in small bites.

Then Dax draws away and crawls to my left side again, sprawling next to me as his twin settles back on the right.

“What are you thinking about now?” Chase murmurs playfully, and I give a low, contented moan.

“Nothing. Nothing at all.”

“Good.” He chuckles, massaging my breast through my borrowed t-shirt, playing with my nipple and making a lingering zap of pleasure shoot through me. “Then our work here is done.”

Wait, what?

That doesn’t seem right.

They’re both hard. I can feel their arousal pressing against me, as if I couldn’t already tell they were turned on from the way their breathing picked up and their bodies tensed as they teased an orgasm out of me.

My hands slip down, ending up on either side of my still naked lower half. When I find two hard cocks straining against the confines of gym shorts, I stroke them lightly through the fabric.

Dax groans, sounding amused and tortured at the same time. His hand encircles my wrist, and he tugs it gently away from his dick.

“Not tonight, Low.”

“What?”

I sound highly incensed, offended almost, that he won’t let me at his cock, and he lets out a low laugh.

“Goddammit, you’re fucking awesome.”

Then he leans forward and kisses me, letting me taste myself on his lips and tongue.

“But you need to get some actual sleep,” he concludes, his mouth moving against mine as he speaks. “Besides, I can’t have you touch me right now without wanting to be inside you. And the first time we have sex, I don’t want to have to rush or worry that you might have a concussion.”

Fuck. Fair points, I guess.

But it doesn’t stop me from punishing him just a little by sucking his tongue into my mouth and pushing against his grip on my wrist to stroke his cock one more time.

He groans, thrusting into my touch, and Chase laughs.

“She’s got your number, dude.”

I punish Chase the same way, just to make sure he knows I’ve got his number too. But just like his brother, he doesn’t let me go farther than that.

“Sleep now, Low.” He drops a kiss to my nose. “There’s plenty of time for that later. Promise. We’re not going anywhere.”

And as if to prove their point, the twins both shift closer to me, wrapping me up in their embrace.

My body is strung out and exhausted, and thanks to the two of them, my mind is blissfully blank.

So I sleep.

5

I walk along a deserted, dark street just like Iris did the night she died. It’s almost like I am Iris, except when I look down, the hands and arms I catch sight of are my own.

I know it’s coming. I know the car is lying in wait for me. But as if the universe has already determined my fate, I can’t stop myself from stepping out into the street, from putting myself in the path of the dark sedan that screeches suddenly into view.

It hits me, and I fly into the air, landing with a jarring thud, my body broken and contorted.