13. Windsor

CHAPTER 13

The sadness I've been feeling is still overwhelming, but it's more manageable now. It's like shadows at the edge of my vision, still present but not as consuming.

Tanner watches me from the kitchen, where he's making fajitas, while I set up the living room with dozens of pillows and blankets for our movie night. It's such a simple thing—something I'd have done with girlfriends in high school—and the fact that they're humoring me makes me even more attracted to them.

"All set," I proclaim, wandering towards him and sitting across the island on one of the stools. "You know, for rich guys, you sure don't act like it," I point out, stealing a raw pepper before he adds them to the pan.

"We weren't raised to be fed from a silver spoon. Our folks always made sure we didn't act like spoiled brats, forcing us to learn to cook and do household chores." I love that. My mom was the same way. More out of necessity than anything else, though. "I admit I'm not a fan of doing laundry, so we have a service for that."

"So close to perfect," I tease him.

"Perfect is such an ambiguous word." Draping his arms on the counter, Tanner spears me with a heated look. "Perfect is the sounds you make when you come for us. Perfect is the way you sigh our names as we slide in and out of your snug pussy."

My core pulses with desire as my legs rub together to alleviate the throbbing pressure he's created within me. "Uhm." I don't know what to say.

His grin is so cocky, I want to kiss him, but I know that'll just feed into his ego, so I stay put as he chuckles, pulling back to stir the chicken and steak for dinner.

Thankfully, I'm saved by the bell when Tucker walks in, a covered item in his hands. "Come outside with me," he says, moving towards the balcony off the living room before we can even greet him.

Tanner and I share a confused look before going along with Tucker and watching as he stares out at the cityscape before us. "What's going on, Tuck?" I watch as Tanner searches his brother's face for any clues.

Tucker places what he's holding on the table before pulling off the small cloth and revealing three butterflies in a glass jar. One yellow, one cream, and one a light shade of blue. When he turns to me, tears are beginning to form because I know what this is about.

"After you left, I really thought about what we could do to honor our loss and find some healing." I nod as he grabs both of my hands in his and holds them to his chest. "I called an old Army buddy of mine who works as security at a conservatory, explained what happened, and asked for a big-ass favor." Our eyes all drift to the jar. "I didn't expect to hear back from him for a few days. When he stopped by the office as I was getting ready to leave, I knew you'd want to do this as soon as possible."

"Thank you." Curtailing the sobs is impossible, and I cry into his chest while they hold me until I get myself together. "Could we do it now?" I look between them both; this is for them as much as it is for me.

Tanner picks up the jar and hands it to me. We stand side-by-side near the railing before Tucker lifts the lid. The blue and yellow ones fly away immediately. The cream-colored one sits on the ledge of the jar for a few seconds, and the warmth that envelops me is otherworldly. I feel surrounded by love and peace before it flies off into the evening air.

"I realize this probably felt silly to do." I keep my eyes on the butterflies until I can no longer see them. "I appreciate you both humoring me."

Immediately, I'm surrounded by both of my men. "It wasn't silly at all. We all needed a way to recognize and process what happened. You might think we don't feel the same way you do, sweetheart, but boy, do we." Tucker nuzzles into my neck, kissing every bit of flesh he can.

"We share in this grief, baby. You are not alone." My heart warms further at Tanner's insistence. Knowing they are both with me on this is a relief. I'm unsure what I'd have done if I hadn't had the two of them the past few days.

Tucker

"We need to talk later," I tell my twin as we plate dinner while Windsor chooses a movie. "Boston has the results for us. I didn't look yet."

"There's something else, right?" Tanner has always been able to read me better than anyone else.

"I found an envelope in Windsor's desk. She hadn't opened it, but I did. And we have a real fucking problem." Just thinking of the contents in the manila folder is enough to send me into a blind rage.

"You'll show me later?"

"As soon as we exhaust her."

Tonight is the first time since taking Windsor home after meeting her that we'll get to gift her with pleasure again.

Carrying trays of food over to Windsor on the couch, we sit on either side of her and watch as she loads up her fajita, not hesitating to take a bite. The moan she emits makes my dick twitch in my pants, desiring a different kind of sound I know we can coax out of her.

"This is so good." She takes another bite, ignoring us as she eats her way through three of them before resting back and rubbing her belly.

"You're adorable." Stealing a kiss from her as she licks her lips, I sit back after I've finished my own.

"What's this movie about?" Tanner asks skeptically as we watch a man working with bees.

"It's Jason Statham; need I say more?" She laughs when we nod our heads.

After having the premise explained to us, we're less concerned about the bees and more into the action. Which has Windsor both gasping, cringing, and, at a few points, hiding her face in one of our shoulders when it gets too gruesome for her.

"We could put something else on," I softly suggest in her ear, kissing along her delicate jaw. When I feel a shiver work through her body, I suck on her rapidly beating pulse and slide my hand across her thigh. Pulling her legs apart, I slip my hand up higher.

"L-l-like what?" Windsor's breathy stutter draws Tanner's attention from the movie. I watch his eyes light up before drawing the blanket back and noticing where my hand rests just under her little sleep shorts.

Sliding down the makeshift bed she set up for us, I move to lay between her legs. Kissing the side of each knee, I feel Windsor's eyes on me. I massage her thighs, loving the contrasts and differences between our sizes.

My eyes remain on hers as my hands move to grip the edge of her shorts and slide them temptingly down her legs; I only move to pull them off her feet. Glancing back down, I release a deep groan as I stare at the magnificent sight before me.

"You're so gorgeous, sweetheart." Nibbling up her thigh, I don't stop when I reach her sex this time. I kiss her naked flesh, flicking my tongue against her hidden pearl and absorbing her flavor and sounds into my body like I own them.

Noticing Tanner's movements from the corner of my eye, I watch as he sheds her top and then moves to sit in the chair a few feet away, spreading his thighs and gripping the armrests in a relaxed position.

"You going to watch?" I ask him, keeping my lips on Windsor's pussy.

"Watch our girl come undone? Yeah, I'd like to witness that without her distracting me while being wrapped up in her body." Licking his lips, his eyes shift subtly to meet her stare.

Gripping the tops of her thighs, I drag Windsor farther down the floor so she's lying flat on her back. Pushing up her legs, I instruct her, "Keep your eyes on Tanner. Don't close them." She nibbles on her lip before nodding.

"She's going to kill me with that pouty look," Tan whispers in the now-quiet room—he must have shut the movie off or muted it.

My dick aches in my shorts with Windsor's every wispy breath as she endures my teasing. At one point, I reach down and squeeze until I see stars because our girl makes me want to just take, take, take until I can't think straight.

Closing my eyes, my fingers tighten their hold on her, and I slowly lap like I'll die of dehydration without her sweet, sugary flavor on my tongue and sliding down my throat. Windsor writhes and jitters around, trying to get me to work faster instead of prolonging her pleasure, but I refuse to change my speed, and it's driving her mad.

Flushed, sweaty, and quivering on the brink of an orgasm, I take her clit between my lips and finally send her over the edge. Her hands clutch the blanket on either side of her, back arched, neck straining, and she's the most beautiful I've ever seen her as she keeps her eyes on Tanner and lets out a silent scream.

Bringing her down with slow licks and soft kisses, I growl as I stare up her flushed body to her heaving chest, focus still glued to my brother. "You're addicting, sweetheart." She whimpers without looking at me, and I grin. "Give me your eyes, Windsor." She does so immediately, flooding me with satisfaction at her warm and languid gaze.

Kissing my way up her body, I stop to suckle on her peaked nipples. Her fingers rake through my hair, massaging my head before tugging me up her body so I settle over top of her, pushing my shorts down.

"Hands above your head." She complies quickly, holding onto the couch we had been sitting against. "Don't move until I tell you to." Windsor takes direction beautifully.

Stifling a strangled groan as I sink my cock slowly through her folds, my entire body strains with the need to plunge inside her in one forceful thrust. But if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that I want to take my time with her.

Windsor

I feel like I'm floating through heaven with the amount of pleasure assailing my body. Tucker is both gentle and demanding, such a contrast to his usual personality. He's slowly sliding into my body as Tanner watches us.

It's erotic and hypnotic, taking pleasure from one man while another watches—even more so with them being twins. Having Tanner's full attention on me is heady and addictive.

"Please, Tuck, don't tease me like this." I feel his lips move across my chest, nibbling where he can until he breathes heavily into my ear.

"Do you know how delicious you are? How tightly your little pussy holds my cock, never wanting to let go." I whimper at his dirty words. "I want to take my time with your body, Windsor. I want to savor all the enchanting sounds you make and hear them over and over until you go hoarse from pleasure." He pulls back to look down at me as he slides all the way inside my body, his hips staying put as he grinds his pelvis into mine.

"Yessssss," I moan out. "I want that too, but please, Tucker, please move." By some miracle, he ends my suffering. Wrapping his arms around my back, one hand grabs hold of my ass, and the other grips the back of my neck as he begins to move.

His hips are flush with mine on each inward stroke, stealing every breath I take until he finally lets go and pounds uncontrollably. Over and over. Again and again. Until stars dance in my vision.

Hooking my ankles together around his hips, I score my nails down his back with each grunt and lift my pelvis on every downward thrust. I'm shocked when he rolls over, settling me on top of him.

"This is different," I whisper. I've never been on top before.

"But look at that view," Tanner mutters as he gets up and comes to stand behind me. Pushing his knee into my back so my chest falls forward, he wraps my long hair around his wrist and hand, yanking back so that I'm forced to stare up at him. "If you could see what I do right now, you'd wonder how I'm not coming in my fucking pants."

He leans down, our lips touching, and he lets out a painful growl just as I feel both of Tucker's hands on my breasts, squeezing and twisting until my body is on overload.

Breaking free of Tanner's kiss, I'm left panting, with lust hazing my vision. My hips begin gyrating, knowing just how to work me and Tucker until we're both making the filthiest noises. Tanner doesn't release me, forcing me to watch him as I pleasure myself and his brother.

"God does this make for some very erotic fantasies," I mumble, quite breathless.

Tanner leans down to whisper in my ear, "Finish him, Windsor. Make him beg to come inside your body so I can take you next."

He finally relinquishes his hold and sits on the couch right in front of me, leaning over his brother's head so he can pierce me with his intense stare. Lordy me, I had no idea Tanner could be so feral.

Dropping my hands onto Tucker's chest, he grips my hips and helps me work his cock until our movements are erratic and broken. My natural submission gets a workout until I take control and work my hips back and forth. Up and down. Slowly in circles. Driving the man beneath me crazy as I take all his desire for me and force him to let go just as my orgasm rises to the surface.

A scream tears from me this time, and I'm left lightheaded while my body twitches and convulses around his, taking every ounce of Tucker's satisfaction and making it my own.

"Fuck, how are you able to give me such divine perfection?" he mutters into my hair as I collapse on his body. "I could love you so fucking hard." My breath hitches at his words.

Turning my head, I gaze into his eyes and get lost in what he isn't saying. What none of us are ready to verbalize yet. Moving forward, I kiss him, licking across his lips until his tongue comes out to play with me.

Tanners' impatience makes us laugh when he drags me off his brother's body and plops me down next to him on my hands and knees, ass in the air, arranging me exactly how he desires me.

Tanner

"Jesus, this ass is delectable." Smoothing my hands across the porcelain flesh, I want to take a bite out of her. "When she's ready, I'm fucking her here first," I inform Tucker, who is exhausted from the way she just fucked the life out of him.

"Sure, man, as long as I get more of this pussy and her mouth. Christ, her mouth is made of dreams." I know he's thinking about what she did to wake us up last weekend before everything turned to shit.

"Don't I get any say?" Windsor's soft voice has us both glancing down at her.

"Not even a little bit," Tucker tells her before I can. A pout sets on her lips. Swiping a drop of precum off the head of my cock, I smear the fluid across the plump morsels.

Her pupils blow wide with lust as she lovingly licks it off and moans, closing her eyes and relaxing further into my hold.

"That's your say." I grin when she sighs.

Grasping her hips tightly, I press my cock against her folds, dipping in and out and brushing her clit with each pass. As I lean down, I place gentle kisses on her back before moving up her spine to her neck, where I bite her and suck until I'm certain a mark forms before I release her.

Windsor grows impatient and begins to wiggle her hips back against me. "Please, Tanner, give it to me. I hate being teased." And oh, how we love to do it to her.

"Ah, baby, you beg so sweetly." Lining my cock up with her entrance, I gradually begin pressing my girth inside her restrictive hole. The slickness of her and my brother's lust makes the way easier.

I pause when I get to the bulge at the base of my cock, her whispered fantasy from a few days ago playing in my mind. "Please, Tan, all of it." Her eyes watch me intently as I struggle not to thrust hard and deep like I want to.

"Don't you worry, babe, I'll take real good care of you and this center of sweetness." I love the way a blush blooms across her upper body and into her cheeks. Windsor is far from innocent when it comes to sex and her cravings, but she struggles to take a compliment about how perfect she is for us.

Draping my body over hers, I thrust the rest of the way in. We groan together as I settle inside her snug heat, nice and deep.

Tucker's breathing intensifies in the otherwise quiet room. I can tell he's struggling to keep it together when all he wants to do is join us.

He had his turn. It's mine now.

Next time, we'll take her together.

Windsor's walls squeeze me tightly, almost too much so, as I withdraw slowly and slam back in like a battering ram. Picking up my rhythm, Windsor claws at Tucker's legs as she fights to hold herself together while I slake my lust and fuck her like a wild animal, pounding incessantly. My pelvis slaps at her ass with every thrust, turning her red. Fingerprints bruise her hips because I need her motionless. If she moves and works me like she did my brother, I'll fall apart and come way too fucking soon.

"Oh god, oh Tanner, yes! Fuck, yes!" she screams out as her orgasm washes over her. Goosebumps rise on her flesh, and she shivers as her pussy tightens and strokes me with rippling pleasure that about steals my sanity.

Sweat beads across my forehead as I fight to maintain control, but eventually, my lust wins out, and I finally allow the pleasure to release, straight into her body. And it's fucking glorious.

Fireworks flash behind my closed eyelids, and I battle my instincts to collapse on top of Windsor as she tries to normalize her breathing.

Dropping to the side, I take her with me and hold her tight to my chest as Tucker joins us on the floor. Rubbing his hands along her twitching body, we all eventually give in to our exhaustion so we can be ready for round two later because I know neither of us is anywhere close to being finished with our woman tonight.