15. Windsor

CHAPTER 15

Lux is gone by the time I wake up, leaving a note that she'll call me after her shift. Thankfully, Tanner and Tucker gave us everything we'd need to prevent a hangover, or I'd be hiding from the sunlight blinding me from the open curtains.

Since leaving the hospital, my days have sort of blended together. I never kept track of what day it was, so when I glance at the clock on the nightstand and see that it's Sunday, I groan in dismay. I feel like I lost an entire week due to my grief—which still flutters in my chest but is less pronounced. Tanner and Tucker put their life on hold for me, and I couldn't be more grateful for them.

From the minute I met the twins, they've always put me first, showed me the kind of affection I'd been missing my entire life. I know my mom loved me, but it wasn't the desperate, obsessive, I-need-you-now-or-I-can't-breathe kind of love I feel from my men.

We haven't talked much about the future beyond wanting more time together, but if I'm being honest with myself, I love them. This week has only proven their devotion to me, and I know without a doubt I could spend the rest of my life with them if they want it, too.

Gradually extricating myself from the comfiest bed I've ever been in, I grab a quick shower before getting dressed. Entering the closet, I realize more of my clothes have been brought over than I thought. Half my wardrobe is here, plus some new things hanging up with the tags still on.

Grabbing a long shirt I wear around the house when I'm feeling lazy, I pair it with black leggings and slip on a pair of flats as I tie my hair up in a mess of damp curls I don't feel like styling right now. I'm not a fan of makeup if I don't have to wear it, so I head out with nothing more than moisturizer on my face, hoping they can still stand the natural me when I choose to be more relaxed and not because I'm drowning in grief.

Walking down the hallway, I'm disappointed to find neither of them around. The coffee maker is on, and when I approach, there's a cup waiting for me and, under it, a note.

Winds,

Down in the gym working out.

Key card to enter the 3rd floor is on the table by the door.

Come find us ??

T in another, it makes my heart soar. I hadn't realized just how much I missed growing up until the loneliness after losing Mom.

Me: Sounds like a plan! Luv u back.

I jump when the toaster pops and laugh at myself. After buttering the bread, my hunt for chunky peanut butter a success, I eat and finish my coffee quickly before turning the machine off and grabbing my phone and the key to get into the gym.

As soon as the door clicks shut, the elevator seems to stop and open on cue for me. Swiping the card, I hit the floor number, and it zips right down.

I was not prepared for the amount of men who would be here on a Sunday morning.

A man around my own age approaches me almost as soon as I step foot inside the gym. "Well, hello there."

"Uh, hi, how are you?" His eyes roam up and down my body, and I take a step to the side. If I went backward, then I'd be pinned against a wall. I'm vaguely reminded of a question on social media that's got everyone in a flurry. It's about whether a woman would rather be alone in the woods with a bear or a man. This man is the reason we keep choosing bears.

"I'm better now that you're here, gorgeous." With that purely predatory smile, he's looking for a quick lay. "You new in the building?"

"Sort of, but I'm looking for someone right now. Excuse me." I make a move to go around him when his hand grips my elbow, preventing me from leaving. "Let go." I won't allow him to manhandle me.

"What's the rush? I think we could connect nicely." His smile might be charming to some, but I see the deviance behind his green eyes.

"I seriously doubt it. Let. Go." I tug, but he doesn't release me.

"You one of those cock teases? Waltz in here shaking it like you're some high-class bitch." There's that personality I was waiting on.

"No, you moron. I walked in here intent on finding the men I was looking for, and you approached me. I told you no, and you didn't get it through your tiny, little head that I don't find you to be anything more than a nuisance fly I'd like to squish. Now, let me go before I scream so loud people will think you're slaughtering me, and I promise you, I will make such a fuss that there won't be a lawyer in the entire state who will want to help you out of this little situation because they'll look like the bad guys, too." My voice begins to rise with my anger, and just as he's about to open his mouth to presumably tell me off, Tanner and Tucker come from around a corner, laughing and joking until they see us. Their entire demeanors change from cheerful to deadly.

"You'd do best to take your fucking hand off of her before I take it off of you." Tucker's deadly voice makes my entire body shiver with arousal.

My harasser's eyes flare in recognition, but he still doesn't let me go. "Hey, man, she was coming onto me. Little cock tease is what she is." He laughs until he notices no one else finds him funny.

"You want to keep that hand for jerking off, or do you want to see it sail out the fucking window?" Tucker's glare deepens, and I swear I see murder in his eyes.

"Baby, you good?" Tanner asks as he gently pulls me away from the stranger. Tucker grabs the guy's thumb on the hand still holding me and twists until he is on his knees in front of us.

"Annoyed but fine," I tell Tanner as he wraps me up in his embrace. "I missed you guys this morning." His palm comes up to caress my cheek. Even as his eyes soften, I can feel the tension in him.

"You were sleeping too peacefully to wake you up the way we wanted to." Leaning down, Tanner captures my lips in a possessive kiss. His hand moves to hold my jaw and tilt my head to his liking as I open for him to gain better access.

My heart thuds heavily in my chest when voices penetrate my fog of lust. "Focus on me," Tanner murmurs into my mouth, moving his other hand around to cup my ass and hold me tighter into his body.

"I didn't know she was yours." What? Like that makes it any better.

Pulling away from Tanner, I narrow my eyes and storm closer to the idiot on the floor. "Why would that matter? A woman says no, and that means no. If she rejects your advances, back the fuck off! Don't grab her and then refuse to let her go when she tells you more than once. BACK THE FUCK OFF!" I snap and slap him across the face. The gym goes silent at my outburst, and I'm too angry to be embarrassed.

"You go near her again, look at her, speak to her, breathe in the same room as her, and I'll make sure you're behind bars in the worst prison I can find for the rest of your life." Tucker shoves him away before guiding me out with a gentle hand on my hip.

My hand begins to sting, and I hold it to my chest as we get back on the elevator. When the doors close, it all hits me at once, and a broken sob bursts from my chest. Tucker scoops me up in his arms, carrying me into their penthouse.

Tucker

Last night, after our meeting with Beau and Gabe, the building manager agreed to lock everything down at our request. Making sure it was clear that nobody was allowed in without a residence ID and that they absolutely needed their keycards, even to use the elevators. Stairwells were secured so that you could only open them from the inside, understanding that they would automatically unlock for safety if the fire alarm had gone off.

She should have been untouchable. We never figured on some asshole living in our building, who couldn't take no for an answer, harassing Windsor.

The fury still burns hot in my veins when I think about what would have happened had we not come around the corner when we did. I don't doubt Windsor could have handled herself, but she shouldn't have to—that's what we're here for. And we fucking failed miserably.

Again.

Laying Windsor down in the middle of the bed, I take a step back and wonder what the fuck we think we're doing. We can't keep her safe when she's poisoned right in front of us. Not even in our building. How the hell do we expect to shower her with love and affection when she shouldn't even trust us with the most mundane things?

Dragging a hand down my face, I can't bring myself to look at her, not when she's crying because we keep letting her down. Maybe I was correct in my reluctance to pursue her in the beginning. Maybe we should have kept our hands to ourselves so she could live a full life.

"Get that fucking thought out of your head, brother," Tanner growls. He can read me like an open book.

Feeling exposed, I lash out at him. "Why? Why should I? We can't keep her safe, so why the hell shouldn't we end things now?" I freeze at Windsor's sharp inhale but refuse to glance at her, knowing I'll see nothing but hurt in her expressive eyes.

"I mean so little to you, Tucker?" Her voice is so timid, muted in a way that indicates she's curled in on herself. The agony is my undoing.

Dropping to my knees in front of her, I cup Windsor's face in my hands. Her arms are wrapped around her legs, trapped between us. "Fuck, no, sweetheart. You mean the world to me…to us. I love you more than I ever thought I could, but the fact you've been hurt so deeply, and we haven't been able to do a damn thing is eating at me, and I have to wonder if you're better off without us."

Tears stream freely down her cheeks. "That should be my choice." Her voice is barely a whisper, filled with heartbreak.

"Sweetheart." Pressing my head to hers, I close my eyes. "I wish that were true."

"Don't fuck this up, Tucker." Tanner's snarled warning leaves me empty inside.

"Do you mean it, Tuck?" Windsor asks, pulling away from me.

Do I? That's the question of the day.

I'm shaking my head before I speak. "No. I don't. But I want you to have options outside of us." The tormented words tear from my throat. "What happened today never should have. We locked this building down last night, and still, that asshole was able to harass you."

A merciless laugh breaks past her lips as she looks at me like I'm nuts. "Do you honestly believe that's the first time I've had to deal with a man like him?" I blink twice before sharing a look with Tanner. "You have no idea, do you?" We both shake our heads as Tanner moves in next to me, reaching out a hand and placing it on the top of her foot.

"Explain it to us," Tanner asks quietly.

"Men do that to women all the time. Especially if we're alone. Have you never noticed a single woman avoid being near you?" Contemplating that, I nod. I didn't think much of it at the time, however. "We do that. We separate ourselves from being in small spaces with men because too many take advantage and believe what that guy did today. That a simple look or a friendly response is an invitation for more when it's just a girl's way of trying to avoid confrontation."

Inhaling sharply, her words hit like a ton of bricks falling from our castle in the sky, shattering the illusion that all men think the way we do. Women should be cherished. Learning they don't is like a bucket of ice water pouring over me until hypothermia sets in.

"Jesus, sweetheart, I'm sorry." I'll never understand the predatory mindset of men.

"So when I tell you I want this with you two, I mean it, Tucker. You don't get to run away from me because some asshole can't handle being told no. You don't get to do that to me, especially after you tell me you love me." The conviction in her voice grows, and I can't help but be proud of her.

Gripping the sides of her face, I drag Windsor forward and gently claim her lips, giving her time to pull away if she chooses. She doesn't, and I soar with gratitude that this woman wants us as profoundly as we want her.

Crawling onto the bed, I take her down to her back so I'm lying over the top of her. I feel Tanner grasping her pants and pulling them from her body. I don't hesitate to push my shorts off as our tongues tangle in her mouth. Slipping a hand between us, she's soaked and ready for me.

I don't waste a second sliding my aching dick between her folds, all the way inside her tight pussy. There's nowhere else I'd rather be in the world than exploring her body, especially when I pull away and she lets out a little sigh of contentment with a stunning smile on her face.

"I love the feel of you." She caresses my face as her legs hike up my hips, holding me in place.

Kissing along her jaw, I suck on her throat before asking, "How about the feel of both of us?" She sucks in a sharp breath. Her eyes go wide as I pull back.

Licking her lips, her gaze shifts between us before she nods eagerly. "I'd really like that." Rolling over so she's hovering above me, her body drops down until we're wholly connected, and I'm deeper inside her body than I've ever been.

Tanner

As soon as Tucker flipped over, I headed to the bathroom, anticipating what was about to happen, and my dick was so hard I felt like I was about to nut any minute. Seeking out the fresh bottle of lube we'd bought for our trip with Windsor, I bring it back to the bedroom before removing my clothes and climbing onto the bed.

Dropping the bottle next to Tucker's legs, I hold Windsor's hips as she slowly moves up and down my brother's dick. Pressing my chest to her back, I know she feels my hard length against her when she lets out a moan and reaches a hand back to grip my neck.

"You're fucking gorgeous like this." Peppering kisses along her neck and shoulder, I bite gently, leaving tiny bruises she'll carry for a few days. "I need you to understand that once I'm in this ass, Windsor, there's no turning back. No running away for any of us." She nods, but she's too lost in her pleasure. "This is as binding as saying our vows as far as I'm concerned," I growl in her ear until she pauses and turns her head to meet my eyes.

Chewing her lip, it's obvious she wants to say something. "Forever?"

"Yes," I hiss when she brings my hand down to play with her swollen clit.

Closing her eyes, her body arches as an orgasm crashes through her. Tuck's eyes roll in the back of his head as he strains to hold onto his control and not succumb to her delightful body before we take her together.

"I like forever," she finally sighs as her body collapses onto Tuck's chest.

"Good, because it was forever, anyway," Tucker growls into her hair as he holds her so I can ready her for my dick to slide into her sweet ass.

The silence in the room is punctuated every so often by the soft sounds of Windsor moaning and sighing from the light touches of my brother and the way I can't stop running my fingers across her body—admiring her pale perfection and needing to mark her.

Grabbing the lube, I pop the top and squeeze a small amount onto two fingers. Using one hand to steady her lower back and push her down, Tucker brings his hands back and spreads her cheeks for me. "Fuck." The word is torn from me. I've been an ass-man my entire adult life, and seeing her tight pink rosebud has my mouth watering for a taste.

Unable to resist, I bend down, kissing each cheek, leaving love bites before moving closer to my target. Goosebumps rise on her skin when I blow across the little dot. Mouthwatering, I flick my tongue out and slowly slide it across the sensitive nerves.

"Tanner!" Her surprised gasp makes me grin. Her flavor, all sugar and spice, explodes on my tongue, and I dive in for more. Licking and sucking while she squirms and moans, trying to pull away, but Tuck holds her in place for me.

"Let him taste you, sweetheart. Tanner is all ass, all the time, and he's been dying for a taste of yours from the moment we met." She seems to settle a little at my brother's words, but she's slightly tense until I slip a finger inside her tight bud, enjoying the feel of the muscles expanding and contracting around my digit.

I don't stop my oral assault on her, though, and my finger glides in and out slowly, pacing her breathing so she registers every nerve ending being touched by me. Once she's relaxed and loosened up some, I insert another finger, and she pushes her ass back at me, enjoying the new sensation it brings.

It's not long before I add a third finger and start coating my flesh in lube. Kissing up her back, my dick zeroes in on where my fingers play with her. "Are you ready for me, baby?" She mewls deep in her throat and thrusts back at me as our eyes meet.

Replacing my fingers with the crown of my cock, I gently start pushing inside her tightest hole, savoring the desperate feeling of possessing her that overcomes me.

"Holy fuckin' sweet Mary of I've-died-and-gone-to-heaven." It's agonizing in the best damn way possible. From the minute I met Windsor, I knew she was the woman for us. I knew I was going to spend my life kneeling at her feet and worshipping the ground she walked on, but I had no fucking clue, not an inkling of intuition to tell me just how perfectly she would take us both and make me feel like a whole man. No patches to cover up, no nightmares to bring me under, nothing to give me a hint of how complete I feel when we're both inside her body with her sweet voice begging for more.

"There's something building," she whispers, turning her head to lay it over Tucker's heart. "I need more. I need you both." A serene look of yearning whisps across her face, and she appears to be floating in a world of her own where only sexual bliss exists.

Soon, we find a rhythm where when I pump in, Tucker pulls out, and she's constantly filled with one of us. Using what little strength she has, Windsor pushes up on Tuck's chest and leans back into me. Wrapping my arms around her body, I'm forced to slow my thrusting and start playing with her nipples. Twisting, pinching, pulling, I massage the heavy globes as she shudders in my arms.

"I'm going to come again." As soon as the words leave her mouth, she shatters so forcefully that her entire body locks up and squeezes mine and Tucker's release out of us without permission.

"Fuck!" I shout as my cum bubbles over and shoots long, thick rope after rope of semen into her ass, and I can feel my brother doing the same into her pussy. Collapsing to the side of Tucker, I pull Windsor with me, kissing and praising her as I slowly retreat from her ass. "Never in my life has anything felt so fucking perfect, baby." Nibbling the shell of her ear, I whisper, "I love you so fucking much." And now, I'm more determined than ever to find out who's been stalking her because I refuse to live in a world where the future mother of my children doesn't feel safe.