Every time? Oh, Jesus.Seth mentally recoiled. They’ve done this before.
When? Where? Why?
“I can’t help it,” Connor groaned. “She’s got the finest ass I’ve ever fucked.”
“I get it, bro. Her pussy is the same, but you’ve got to slow down,” Jack reiterated.
“Too late. Fuck!” Connor gave one last jerky thrust before letting out a strangled yelp and stilling in her backside, tendons pulsing in his neck.
Jack gripped her hips tighter, surged up even harder, and growled, “Give it to us, baby.”
Emily did, tossing her head back and screaming as Jack lunged up one last time with a filthy, guttural curse, jaw tensed, teeth clenched. The sex sounds went on for long moments. Seth grimaced. Heartbeats passed. The room fell into silence.
Seth blew out a breath and prepared to open a can of whoop-ass. “What the hell are you two doing?”
Besides fucking this girl into orgasmic bliss?
Connor jerked his head up, his eyes locked on Seth’s before shock and horror ripped across his face. He yanked free of Emily’s backside and scrambled to cover himself with his pants. “Fuck. Fuck. Shit! We got company.”
Jack’s head popped up from the cushion. He blinked at Seth, then his eyes grew bigger than baseballs. Unceremoniously, he shoved Emily off him, then frantically covered her—and himself—with a sheet.
“Who’s that?” she demanded, her big eyes on Seth.
And he was under no illusion. He must look as displeased as he felt.
“Um, our older brother.” Jack looked nervous as he tried to maneuver Emily behind him.
Dismay crawled across her face. “You said that, other than the guy in the bedroom, we’d be all alone.”
From his old bedroom, down the hall, a woman screamed in sexual bliss. Apparently, Zach was getting action, too.
Christ. This place has turned into Grand Fucking Central Station. So much for having a conversation with Beck’s brother this evening…
“They lied.” Seth raised a brow Emily’s way. “If you have someplace else to be, now would be a good time to go.”
“Aww, man,” Jack complained. “Don’t make her leave. Bro…”
He zipped his pissed-off stare at his brother. “You’re lucky I don’t make you leave—back to New York. Explain what you two are doing with her. Now.”
“I’m out of here,” Emily said, jerking the sheet off the bed and exposing Jack as she gathered it around her and plucked her clothes off the floor.
Jack and Connor grumbled as they scowled, rose, and disposed of their condoms.
“Wait.” Jack grabbed Emily by the arm. “When can we see you again?”
“Never. It was fun, but, thanks to the buzzkill,”—she thumbed his way—“fun time is clearly over.”
“It doesn’t have to be,” Connor insisted.
She arched a brow at Seth, then pinned the twins with a scowl as she finished dressing. “Yeah, it does. Lose my number.”
As Emily stormed past Seth and slammed out the front door, an awkward silence descended. Connor tugged on his boxers and turned an angry glare his way. Jack looked equally pissed off.
Seth sent him a scowl designed to take control of the argument and put them in their place. “She’s gone now. Explain.”
Connor sent Jack an uneasy expression, then looked back at Seth. “It was just some harmless fun, you know? Experimentation. We…we were just curious and wanted to see what doing a girl together would feel like.”
“Yeah,” Jack nodded nervously. “We found this video of two guys and a girl and it looked hot—”