“Oh my God!” she blurted out as the lights came on and there stood Hudson in the doorway.
“What the fuck?” he yelled. She turned toward the man in the bed. The one called Jagger.
“What the hell is going on?”
She saw Hudson in the bed. But Hudson was behind her. Then she spotted the tattoos on Jagger’s shoulder.
“Tia Rose?” Hudson said her name and placed his hand on her shoulder. She slapped it away.
“Get away from me. What kind of sick joke is this? I trusted you and you set me up?” She ran toward her dress, grabbed it, and shoved it on.
She felt the hand take her hand to stop her. She looked up.
Holy fucking shit. Jagger is huge and he looks pissed off.
Her pussy wept. Jagger had a fucking talented tongue. No, I need to go. I need to get the hell out of here. They made a fool of me. Hudson was a liar, just like every other person in my life.
“Don’t go. I’m sorry. I have no fucking idea what’s going on right now,” Jagger said.
“What are you doing in my bed?” Hudson asked.
“I just got in about thirty minutes ago. I was fucking tired. I took a shower and got into bed. I’m suffering from some serious jet lag, bro. Then I feel this beautiful, perfect woman on top of me, and hell, I thought she was the surprise for me.”
“Holy shit. Oh my God.” Hudson carried on, but Tia Rose felt the tears begin to fall. She tried to grab her things and place them into her purse.
“Please, Tia. This is a complete misunderstanding,” Hudson stated.
She looked up and placed her back against the wall as she slowly moved from the room.
“I trusted you, Hudson. You set this up? Is this some kind of cruel joke?” She attempted to leave. She felt so hurt and as if she were back to being the brunt of another joke.
“No. Don’t go.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her against his chest. He ran his hands through her hair then cupped her face between his hands.
“Don’t go. This is all a misunderstanding. Please, baby, let us explain.” He kissed her and she felt herself easing into his hold, but then she jerked from his mouth.
“I can’t, Hudson. I just climbed into bed with your brother. I let him…he…”
“Don’t go.” She heard Jagger’s voice. His hand moved toward her cheek and head. He cupped her cheeks and Hudson stepped slightly to the side, but remained holding her.
She looked back and forth between the identical twins. If it weren’t for Jagger’s tattoos, she would have a difficult time deciphering who was who.
“You’re beautiful. You taste as good as you look. Stay with us.”
Jagger’s mouth swept down over hers and devoured her gasp. His words, his description of her taste, and the fact that he found her to be beautiful, too, made her wonder if these men were for real. This was insane.
She couldn’t pull away from them. Hudson was pulling her dress slowly from her hold on it against her, and kissing her neck. “Stay. Be with us. We promise, we won’t hurt you,” he said.
Was he for real? Two men, gorgeous twin brothers, want me?
Jagger slowly pulled from her lips. “We’ll bring you such pleasure, baby. My brother and I have particular tastes. We share everything, and I’d be honored if you’d let me bring you pleasure, too.”
Holy shit. This is another major decision I’m facing. Have sex with two men I hardly know at all and fulfill a total fantasy of mine from reading so many books, or hightail it outta here and pray that I don’t regret it for the rest of my life.
“Please, baby. I was going to tell you about Jagger tonight. He was supposed to be here tomorrow morning. Please, Tia Rose. Let us love you.” Hudson kissed along her neck to her shoulder. Both sets of hands were pushing her dress down, and she allowed it.
“I’m going to hell, aren’t I?” she asked aloud and Jagger chuckled, his warm breath colliding against her neck.
“We’ll go there together, but tonight, we’re doing heaven.”