Chapter 55

Jamie

I loved them. I loved them. Every time we passed under a street light it hit me again, the rumble of the engine, the sound of the tires on the road all telling me the same thing.

I was fucked.

My brain told my muscles to lock down, clench tight, get ready to run, but then Hayden reached for my hand. When our eyes met, I let out a long, shuddering breath, feeling the tension dissipate.

"Just like that." I glanced sideways to see Hunter turning to face me, smiling when he held my attention before reaching over and drawing me forward. "That's it."

A kiss stopped the frenzied spin of my mind cold. I couldn't fret when I felt his mouth moving against mine, his tongue sliding between my lips, and that quiet, that peace that followed had me going back for more, even when he pulled away.

"Now you're feeling it." There was something self-congratulatory about Hunter, but it was a generous feeling rather than a selfish one. "And so is Hayden. I think he needs a kiss too."

"I don't need…"

Hayden started to protest at his brother's interruption, but that stopped the moment my hands hit his chest. His went around my wrists, stopping me from pulling away. We moved then, tilting our heads to one side, drawn together like magnets until my lips touched his. His grip tightened, his fingers digging into my skin, marking me as his just as his mouth did. The hold on my wrists loosened, his hands going to my hair, then my seatbelt. He reached for it blindly, taking an intervention from Hunter to click it free, before he pulled me onto his lap. Jammed between the car seat and him, this felt exactly right.

"Goddammit…" Brock growled. "We're still about fifteen minutes from home."

"Better put those fifteen minutes to good use then." Hunter undid his own seat belt and slid across the vinyl seat to get to us. "How a bit more over here, sweetness." When he tapped his bottom lip I lunged forward, ready to claim it.

When I was kissing them, everything was right in the world. I couldn't overthink things, and my overactive parasympathetic system was forced offline for just a moment. There was only his lips, his tongue, then Hayden's sharp inhale of breath as I ground down against him. Hunter was fanning the flames of something hot, but as Hayden's hands slapped down on my hips, he was directing it. Back and forth he moved me, forcing me to grind down on him and feel the dull explosion of pleasure with every pass.

But it wasn't enough.

With my head out of the picture, my heart took the ball and ran with it. She was frustrated by all these layers of clothes, seeing them as yet another obstacle to get past. As a result, my fingers found buttons, tugged at hems, each small sliver of bare flesh tantalising until they took over.

"Something you need?"

Hayden was always the quieter twin, the more intense one, but right now I saw a whole other side of him. His cocky smile was a twin of Hunter's in more than one way. The t-shirt was edged up, revealing his taut abs, but when I lunged forward, ready to tug it free, he took over, baring his chest to me and I claimed that surrendered ground. I couldn't see to work out what to touch first, my hands moving restively over every inch of him. Then Hayden said the perfect thing.

"All yours." He moved my hand more slowly across his chest. "I'm all yours."

So there was no rush, that went unspoken. That didn't explain the pressure in my chest though, nor the one building between my legs. I lunged forward, thrown there by the momentum of the car turning around a corner, my teeth scoring the skin of his neck and Hayden held me right where I was.

"Yes… Like that."

I wanted to bite down, leave neat little marks in my wake, maybe even a bruise, because it would announce to the world something I could now admit. That he was mine, would always be mine, but instead I pressed a gentle kiss to his neck. Just breathing him in, I tried to regain my equilibrium, only to hear the metallic sound of a zipper being pulled down.

I felt like a wild animal going into rut, every sense on high alert as my head whipped around. Hunter smirked as he flopped back against the car seat, easing his cock out with theatrical slowness. Big, thick, swollen, and seeping precum, he gripped it roughly, then gave it a slow tug.

"Don't mind me. I'm just enjoying the show."

"Bloody hell, I'm trying to get us home in one piece and without the cops pulling us over," Brock growled, but his expression changed as I twisted to meet his eyes in the rear vision mirror. He was staring at me for far too long, taking in my swollen lips, my shining eyes with a faint look of hopelessness. He didn't want to be responsible, to drive us home. He wanted to be here with us. Some part of me gloried in that need– it made me feel so much better about my own–because they didn't know. I'd tried to keep a lid on things for a reason. It felt like there was a gaping maw in my heart that no amount of love could fill.

But I had to try.

He watched me shift in my seat, one eye on him as I kissed Hunter, then Hayden. I heard the sound of Hunter's strokes growing faster, even as Hayden moaned. But it was when Hayden pushed my shirt up, baring my shockingly hot skin to the cool air, then pushed the cups of my bra up and over my breasts, that he slammed his foot down on the brakes. The sound of other car horns had Brock parking the car roughly on the side of the road.

"What the fuck are you lot doing?" he snapped, turning around and staring us down.

"Looks like Dad is mad," Hunter snickered.

"You're going to cause an accident."

"Only because you're wanting to grab your gear stick and not the car's," Hayden replied.

"Jamie, in the front."

Brock was going into full dad mode, but I kinda liked it, so I pulled away from Hayden and crawled through the gap between the two front seats. He watched my breasts shift as if hypnotised. I kept that attention as I slid into the passenger seat and put my seat belt on. My t-shirt was tugged down lest we flash our fellow travellers, but right as Brock went to ease the car back into traffic, my hand snaked sideways. First to land on his thigh, feeling it tighten beneath me, then my fingers went to his zipper.

"Jamie…" His strangled voice had the twins laughing.

"You thought you were going to keep our girl in order by putting her up next to you?" Hayden said, leaning forward. I turned and kissed him as my hand pushed down the front of Brock's jeans. It was hard to remember who I was kissing and whose dick I was stroking in that moment.

"Fuck…" Brock hissed, his hips bucking up to meet my every stroke. "You're gonna have me crashing the fucking car."

"And what a way to go." Hunter appeared beside Hayden, watching everything I was doing with a lazy grin.

"If anyone's going to ‘go,' it'll be at home," Brock ground out.

I tightened my grip on his shaft, swivelling my hand slowly up and down his entire length to the sound of his groan.

"Then we better get home quick."

He put his foot to the floor then, speeding down the road, taking corners fast, the whole ride a blur until he drove into his garage. As the car fell silent, he dragged me up and out of my seat and into his lap, the horn blasting loudly as my butt was pressed against it. Brock didn't seem to care, kissing me harder and harder before the driver's seat door was wrenched open.

"Tonight is for all of us," Hunter said, "and just us. Not the neighbours that we're disturbing with that bloody awful noise." I was plucked out of Brock's grip and then hoisted up into Hunter's arms as he carried me towards the door. "Been waiting for this moment for so damn long."

"It feels right," Hayden agreed.

"Let's not screw it up then." Brock unlocked the door and then bent down to kiss me, the strange feeling of being wedged between him and Hunter making me think of all the other moments we could enjoy just like this. "You walk in this door, there's no walking back out again. It means you're in, Jamie–all the way in."

There was a wariness there I understood well, because who was more gun shy than me?

"I'm in," I replied in a small voice, then repeated that in a stronger one. "I'm in. Brock?—"

"No more talking now."

I was plucked from Hunter's grip, much to his brother's disgust, but I saw the twins follow us down the hall as Brock carried me into his room. The three of them were darkened shapes, staring down at me as I was laid on the bed. The light flicked on, and I put my arm over my eyes.

"No lights…" I groaned.

"Yeah, I think we're gonna need them on this time." Hayden settled down on the bed beside me, shirtless now. "I think we need to see everything that happens."

I couldn't help but trace the planes of his face right down to full lips that curved now.

"I'm starting to see your point."

I rose up then, moving to straddle him, his hands settling on my hips as I ran my fingers down his chest. Maybe this was the only way forward, with our eyes wide open, so I pulled my t-shirt up and over my head.