I sighed, knowing he made a point. “But she wouldn’t even want to see us get married.”
“I know, sweetheart, but it feels wrong to exclude her. We’re her sons after all. She raised us for the better half of our lives.”
Riley walked down the steps, drying his hair with a towel. He was only wearing slacks, showing off his defined mid-section. He worked out often—I often saw him running in our private gym, much to my pleasure. “What’s going on?”
“Oh, nothing,” I replied. “Just wondering why your mom is invited.”
Making his way over to me, and then trailing kisses down my neck, he asked, “Does that bother you?”
“Slightly.”
“If you insist, we don’t have to invite her.” His mouth brushed over mine, sending a jolt of excitement through me. Why did he have to be so sexy all the time? Just the slightest touch would send my body into a hot mush. Playfully, he nipped my lower lip with his teeth.
He placed his palm over my stomach. I was two months pregnant, and a baby bump had begun to show. The twins found it fascinating, as did I.
I tried to ignore the way his touch messed with my ability to stay focused. “I understand. I don’t want her to botch it up, that’s all.”
“She won’t.” His hand slipped down my pants and found my panties. “You have my word.”
Ryan watched us while sitting on the sofa right across ours. Riley was undressing me, taking it slow as he usually did. Ryan’s erection was already out of his pants, hard and throbbing. He fisted himself slowly as his hungry gaze searched the way Riley’s hands worked over my body.
“Riley, stop,” I begged half-heartedly. “I still have the invitations look through.”
“That can wait,” he breathed into my ear. He fondled my bre**asts from under my shirt. Pinching their peaks with his index finger and thumb, he dragged his tongue down the length of my neck and stroked my cl**it. I bucked against his hand. The twins would do this nearly every single day—abruptly disrupting whatever I was doing with the promise of great sex.
I didn’t complain.
I hugged his neck with my hand. “Riley, you can’t...” My breath died in my throat as my gaze locked with Ryan. He took in every detail of Riley finger-fucking me as he watched, making my pus**sy even wetter.
Riley licked my earlobe. “Hmmm… and why not?”
“You just can’t.”
“I need to drive my co**ck into you, princess. I’ve been thinking about it all day.”
So hot. My thighs clenched as I listened to the dirty words he poured next to my ear. The sensation of his fingers was enough to make me dizzy.
I had been so lost in the onslaught of pleasures Riley provided, that I didn’t notice Ryan crawling in between my legs. He latched onto my inner thighs with his hands and brought his mouth upon my center. Working with Riley’s fingers, his tongue devoured my pus**sy. They probed and prodded my inside walls, forcing my hi**ps to quiver and me to moan into Riley’s kisses.
My cli**max came quickly. The hot coil in me swelled until it was unbearable, and then exploded into my lower belly. My fingers clawed at Ryan’s shoulders—I needed them to bring me back to Earth, and get past the mind-blowing sensations surging through my center. “Fuck f**k f**k,” I whimpered.
Sweat had started to make my skin clammy and sticky. When my orgasm neared an end, I looked down at Ryan. He pulled two completely soaked fingers out of my pus**sy and sucked on them.
Smirking, he said, “I’ve been thinking about tasting you since this morning.”
“Hurry up,” I whined, knowing what was to come next. They had gotten me hot, bothered, and wet. Wet enough for their co**cks to slide in with ease.
Riley unbuttoned my shirt. “Be patient, sweetheart.”
“Kneel onto the floor,” Ryan commanded.
Eager to be filled by these two men, I did as he ordered.
He continued to stroke his erection. “Push your bre**asts together.”
As I pressed my mounds against each other, Ryan slipped his wood in between them. His hands clasped over mine as he rubbed himself inside my clea**vage. I watched his face contort into one of arousal, and listened to him groaning. Looking down, I saw his co**ck gliding between my bre**asts, its head large and begging to be licked. I dipped my face down and ran my tongue over it.
Ryan gripped my hair. “Damn it, Scarlet.” He sounded breathy.
I took that to mean he wanted more. Hungrily, I ran my tongue around the rim, before taking the whole tip of his member into my mouth and sucking as hard as I could.
Riley unzipped his pants and crouched down. He grabbed my as**s and spread it apart. “You’re so wet. Have I mentioned how sexy you look with your mouth wrapped around my brother’s co**ck?”