17. Tanner

CHAPTER 17

Ican't stop watching Windsor. She's in the bath, and I've been sitting here in our shared bathroom since helping her climb in the warm tub filled with bubbles, just watching. No better than her stalker, but she's been able to relax and hum as she washes her body.

"I'm okay, you know." Her husky voice caresses me like a lover's kiss.

"I know you are."

"But you watch me like I might dissolve into thin air." She smiles as she blows bubbles towards me out of the palm of her hand.

"Can't help it. You've stolen my last shred of sanity." Her eyes pop open at the growl in my tone. "Holding you while you cry out of fear makes me feel like I'm failing you somehow, and if my eyes are on you, then I know nothing can happen."

She sighs, and it's clear she's exasperated with how Tucker and I keep blaming ourselves for every little thing. "Would you blame me if the situations were reversed?"

"Fuck no." No way in hell would she be blamed for anything.

"Then why do you believe this is your guys' fault?" Gotta love a logical woman.

Getting up, I drop to my knees next to the tub as I hear Tuck enter the bedroom. Gripping her hand, I inhale deeply, the scent of watermelon and mint lingering from the bubbles as I kiss the inside of her wrist. "You're right, of course."

"Right about what?" Tucker asks, coming in with a fresh towel for Windsor.

"Everything!" she beams up at him.

"Wiseass," I snort. "She was just pointing out that if our situations were reversed, we wouldn't blame her for what's happening, so we shouldn't be blaming ourselves, either."

"That," Tuck mumbles as he leans against the counter, "I think it's ingrained in us. There's no logic to us wanting to keep you safe, and when that doesn't happen, we automatically blame ourselves because we always want what's best for you."

Pulling the plug, Windsor gets to her feet. I help her out before wrapping the towel around her body, ignoring my dick's desire to slide inside her tight cunt.

"Of course, I know that," she says, using another towel to dry her hair. Pulling out the chair at the vanity, Windsor sits, and I take the brush from her before she can start combing her hair. "I simply want you guys to know I'll never blame you." Her eyes close as I brush through her thick locks, the water making it shine in the lights. "I love you." Her voice is soft and filled with emotion.

After braiding her hair, I spin her around as Tuck joins me, and we drop down to one knee in front of her. "We love you too," I reply, and her eyes lazily open in time to watch my brother pull out a box from his pocket.

"Oh my god." Her shock quickly shifts to wonder as tears spill over her lashes and slide down her rosy cheeks.

"Marry us," we say in unison. No lead-in because we know Windsor knows precisely how we feel about her.

"It's so soon." Her eyes move between us as she protests without saying no.

"It's not, though," I counter.

"It feels like it's been a lifetime," Tucker continues.

"From the minute we met, I knew you were meant for us." Glancing at Tuck, he agrees. "Despite this asshole fighting it at first, he knew as well." Her eyes widen at that revelation. "Everything has moved at lightning speed but feels as if it's in slow motion, and we don't want to waste any more time with you or us doubting that we're in this forever."

"A lifetime," Tuck reiterates, slipping the simple princess-cut diamond set upon a gold band onto her finger. "There's nothing that would make us happier than for you to have our name. For us to have your heart." I think that's the deepest I've ever heard my brother get.

"Forever?" Windsor looks down at the ring, tracing it with her finger.

"Until the end," Tucker whispers.

"The end of time."

"Yes," she finally says, and I swear the world brightens from the single word alone.

Picking her up, I carry her to the bedroom. Slamming my lips over hers, I devour this woman whom we get to claim until our hearts cease beating. Stripping out of my clothes, I rip the towel from her body and don't hesitate to spin and drop down onto the mattress, dragging her with me.

"Oh!" she gasps as I position her to straddle me. "I love how hot you always are. I never get cold." She giggles adorably as I kiss along her jaw and down her neck.

"You're going to ride my dick while Tucker watches; give him a real good show." She pulls up, and her round eyes express surprise. We've never given her that much control before. Swatting her ass, her pupils expand, and I feel how soaked she becomes before agreeing.

"I can do anything?" she whispers to me, glancing over at where Tucker has moved a chair closer to the wall so he can sit and watch the way she rides me from the front.

"Whatever you want." From the gleam in her eye, I worry I might regret my easy acquiescence.

Spinning around, she presents her ass to me and lowers her mouth to my cock. "Fuck!" I shout when she sucks me to the back of her throat. My neck strains as I struggle to focus on the pleasure she's giving me. Sucking and licking her way up and down my shaft, letting out little moans as she moves so it vibrates along my sensitive flesh.

Gripping her hips, I try to drag her back to me, only to have the tip of my dick nipped and a glare thrown over her shoulder. "No. You look and enjoy. No playing."

Fuck this woman. She's trying to kill me.

She might even succeed because, in the next second, my cock is in her throat as she bobs her head slowly, letting me feel everything she's doing until my hips start thrusting into her mouth.

"Fuck…Winds, sweetheart, I'm coming in the next five seconds if you don't stop." Grunting with every up and down motion, she stops just as I nearly come down her throat.

"No," she snaps at me, sitting up and settling over my dick, still facing backwards. The slide inside her body is a torture I wasn't prepared for. This woman has unleashed some new fantasies.

"Jesus. She's got you by the balls," Tucker chuckles. I want to hiss that he's next, but before I can get the thought together, Windsor leans back, her hands on my chest, and her hips begin moving sensually, stealing any sane thoughts I might have had. So, I grasp her ankles instead.

Controlling my reaction to Windsor taking the reins is more challenging than I imagined because all I can do is feel—the way her body moves, the way her walls tighten and ripple around my cock. I hear her breathy sighs and moans. See the way she tenses when something feels particularly good, and the way her hair sways in glorious waves, the ends tickling my stomach as she rotates her hips.

Groaning, I lift into her next downward thrust so I get deeper. My neck strains with the effort it takes not to roll her over and pound her pussy until we both see stars.

"Enjoying the show?" I grit out to Tucker after catching his eye. He's glued to the way she gulps up my dick like she's trying to sever it from my body.

"Fuck, yeah," he murmurs, the awe evident in his voice. I don't blame him. Windsor is a work of art.

"Mmmm." Her moan draws our attention to her face as she looks back at me. "I think I like control. Having you helpless under me." My ass cheeks clench, and I can't see straight with how hard I'm trying to delay coming. I need her orgasm first.

"Baby, you gotta fucking come for me. I need that liquid heat coating me before I fill you up." I'm not afraid to beg. Her walls clench tighter, and I bite my cheek until I taste blood.

Swatting her ass on each side twice, my dick grows at the sight of my handprints on her rosy cheeks. She coats my dick with more of her sweet nectar.

"Again," she breathes out, leaning forward to offer me better access to her ass.

I give it to her again, the sound echoing around the room, followed by three sets of sexually charged groans. "I'm going to come," she finally cries out and explodes. Taking me with her, I think I see stars as she collapses across my thighs, breathing hard and panting as I shoot thick strings of semen deep into her core.

Tucker

I don't give Windsor or Tanner a chance to recover as I pluck her up off his body. Spinning her around, she's bent over the edge of the bed, and I'm quick to slide my dick inside her still-pulsing pussy.

"Son of a…how the fuck are you so tight still? We not fucking you enough, sweetheart?" Virgin tight is what she is every single time we dive inside her sweet body.

"Maybe," she sasses back at me, smiling when I growl and drive deeper. Pinching her thigh, she yelps and extends her arms out in front of her like a cat stretching after a long nap.

"Keep that up, and I'll be fucking you until you beg me to stop." I might do that anyway.

Rubbing my hands up and down her back as my hips move slow and steady, I grip a chunk of her hair and tug her head back, arching her spine until she can't bend anymore. Leaning forward, I kiss the side of her neck before licking and sucking on the supple flesh.

"Tell me what you want from me, Windsor." There's a dare in my words because as in control as she was with Tanner, she's still very shy about sex. "Tell me how hard, how deep, what you feel. I want everything."

Her eyes twist to look at me, and in them, I see so much. Her love for us. The shyness she is trying to break free from and the overwhelming lust that gives her the strength to say, "I want slow and deep. I want you to drag every ounce of pleasure out of us both until we're panting and primal."

This woman makes me fucking feral for her. "Just remember, you asked for it." Leisurely shifting my hips back, I make sure to hit every bump and ridge inside of her. Dragging the head across her g-spot only long enough to make her whine for more.

Lifting her hips up off the bed, I pin her with my legs on the outside of hers and trap her hands under her body so she can't move. With one hand on the small of her back and the other on the nape of her neck, I slam inside her tight heat.

She whimpers and wiggles, but I keep her in place. Tanner reclines against the headboard, watching her face as I fuck her cunt in a slow rhythmic pace. "Tell me when you've had enough," I hiss in her ear, pressing my chest to her back.

Dragging my dick out of her so only the tip is poised at her entrance, I jerk into her just a little bit until I feel my balls drawing up, then I pull out completely. I'm not fucking coming until I've got her a needy mess, and I'm not going to let her come until after I do.

I want Windsor begging me to allow her orgasm to roll through her body, and she won't do that until she hurts for the pleasure.

"Tucker, please." I love it when she begs.

"No." Grunting, I slide my dick through her soaked folds, her little clit pulsing with need. She's so fucking swollen that it must hurt. Bumping the tender bundle of nerves with the head of my dick, I keep light pressure on her. Just enough to tantalize and tease but not send her over.

Sweat sheens along her back, and when I bite her shoulder, a full-body shiver works through her, and I swear she might go off like a rocket just from another nip. I feel that quiver vibrating against my dick and can't hold back anymore.

My dick needs to fuck, and she wants it. Cursing, I pop her hips up further and slam inside her heated flesh until my balls slap against her pussy. Her hoarse cry makes me grin as Tanner studies her face, his eyes darkening with his own desire once again. Today is going to be one for fucking and not much else.

Groaning when her pussy constricts around me, I drag myself out of her and slam back in. Over and over, I do this until she's crying out and begging me to let her come.

Wrapping my arms around her from behind, I hold on as I piston my hips back and forth, fucking so furiously that I can't see straight, and close my eyes. Grunting like a savage, I keep up the pace until her entire body spasms, she screams out her rapture, and I feel her soaking my cock.

"Fuck, fuck, Windsor, sweetheart, so fucking good." I can barely keep a thought straight as I fuck her as hard as humanly possible until my body decides we want one more from her. "One more, Windsor, just give me one more," I beg her.

"I can't. It hurts." Her cry inflates my chest and ego.

"Come on, baby," Tanner coaxes, moving down to her and kissing every inch of her face he can. "Give us one more, and then you can rest."

Like fuck she can. I want to keep fucking until our bodies tell us no more, but I don't say that out loud. It's clear that the same thoughts run through my twin's head, and I know he's only getting her to give us what we want.

I thrust once, twice, and on the third, she comes with me. Lightheaded and filled with a sense of pride, I try to savor the way she's breaking apart from me, but all I can think about is the fact my body has never felt so fucking good.

By the time we come down, we're both panting, just like she wanted. Dropping to the side, I untangle our bodies but don't let her go. Peppering kisses all over her face, I praise her. "So fucking good. You know that, sweetheart? You know how fucking good you feel wrapped around me?" She sighs happily, smiling for us, and nods as her eyes close, and she falls asleep without saying a word.

"We need to get shit resolved and fast. I don't want another fucking day where she wakes up worried that she can't go anywhere because someone might try to kill her," I mutter and see Tanner nod his agreement as he traces her pointed nipple with a finger before leaning over and sucking on the bud.

"Can't fucking wait to knock her up and watch her feed our children with these beauties," he comments, and as excited as I am over the prospect, it makes me think of the child we already lost.

"I just hope she wants that too." Our eyes meet over her head, and I recognize mirrored sorrow.

"In time, I hope, but if not, I can live with just the three of us. Can you?"

"As long as we have her, everything else is a bonus."