Total pages in book: 54
Estimated words: 49074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 49074 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 245(@200wpm)___ 196(@250wpm)___ 164(@300wpm)
Movement at her side caught her attention, and she turned her head. Her eyes widened as Will watched them from no more than a foot away. She would have felt embarrassed, would have been mortified, but the lust clear on his face had a gush of moisture slipping out of her. His rippled stomach hollowed in and expanded out from the force of his breathing, and all she wanted to do was beckon him closer. What the hell was wrong with her?
Here she stood, Rys grinding his shaft into her, while his twin watched the whole act. How much did he see? The tent in his trunks made it clear he wasn’t disgusted. William took a step toward her and then another until he was right behind Rys. When she looked back at Rys, she noticed he was still watching her. There was no doubt in her mind that he knew William was right behind him, and because Rys didn’t seem the least bit fazed, it had her hoping that maybe it wasn’t so wrong she wanted to be with both of them. At the same time.
Chapter 8
Seeing his twin brother kissing the woman he loved shouldn’t have made Will’s dick hard as rock. This was Janey, their Janey. Could he really share her with Rys? He had thought he would feel jealousy or anger the first time he saw his brother making a move on her, but all he felt was his own arousal for her increasing. She was so damn responsive that he jerked in his trunks.
When they had been in the lake and he had his arms wrapped around her, he had seen her desire for him as clear as day. He could still feel her lush little body pressed up against his. Her softness molded to his hardness like a perfectly fitting puzzle piece. He could still feel her nipples rubbing along his chest, twin hard points stiffer than anything he had ever felt. Had she felt his cock press against her belly? If Rys hadn’t interrupted them like the fucker he was, he would have kissed her. God, he wanted to kiss her.
The conversation he had with Rys last night about her had been what he expected. He knew Rys wanted her, had for several years, but Will had been too much of a wimp to come clean to his brother and admit he felt the same way about her. It didn’t matter, though, because Rys had seen through the façade. His twin knew him better than anyone, even Janey, and despite Rys not calling him out on being in love with her, the look his brother had given him told he hadn’t kept his secret such a secret after all. At least, not to Rys. Rhys had called dibs on kissing her first since he’d admitted his feelings first all those years ago.
The dazed looked Janey had when Rys pulled his mouth away from hers was erotic as hell, but when she turned her eyes toward him as if she could feel his stare, her expression went positively molten. At least they were in a very secluded part of the lake, so no one would be able to see the raging hard-on he was sporting.
He held her gaze, and Rys finally tore his eyes away from her to look at Will. They knew what they were going to do. They just didn’t know if she would go for it. Rys stepped away from her, but he kept her hand in his. When she was right in front of him, Will swore he could see her arousal climbing. Her nipples stabbed through the tiny triangles of fabric that covered her breasts, and he had to curl his fingers toward his palms to stop himself from reaching up and pulling the material aside. His mouth watered for a taste of her. He had pictured this exact moment a hundred times, but they had been fantasies. Not now, though.
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Was she actually contemplating doing this? With Rys behind her and William in front of her, she was sandwiched between the two biggest, most gorgeous men in Ecstasy. Letting her eyes slowly glide down William’s chest, she reveled in the fact that it was so masculine, so hard and muscular. It was an identical match to Rys’s, but William had a three-inch scar to the left of his belly button. She traced the thin, pale line of puckered flesh.
As her fingers moved over his skin, she felt him shake. Snapping her eyes up to his, she saw him watching her with what she could only call bedroom eyes. A sliver of light-blue pierced through his heavy-lidded gaze.
“Do you remember how I got that, Janey?” She looked back at the scar and nodded.
“We were fourteen, and I dared you to jump into the lake from that rope that hung from the elm branch.” Her eyes drifted over to the tree in question. The rope was long gone, but the memories of the countless times they’d swung from it and fallen into the lake played through her mind.