19. Tucker

CHAPTER 19

Ihaven't played rock, paper, scissors since we were kids and fighting over who would have to take Arden to the park, but tonight, it paid off. I'm waiting outside for Windsor to arrive while Tanner is at our reserved table in a private room, helping some of the wait staff set everything up.

When we proposed to Windsor, it was spur of the moment…impulsive. We had wanted it to be much more lavish despite her repeatedly telling us that she didn't need the opulence we often provided and longed to give her.

Subconsciously, we're probably trying to make up for the lack of love Windsor received from the only father figure in her life. We can't help but want to spoil her. I'm really hoping she wears one of the new dresses we had sent to the apartment today. All of them were more revealing than she ordinarily wears, and that's largely for our benefit because staring at her body makes us both hot and bothered.

Rechecking my watch, I begin to get agitated that she's now five minutes late. I know it's likely due to traffic, but I don't have to like it. With the exclusivity of Clancy's, we've booked a table outside of our room for Jeremy and Benton to have their own dinner. The men are exactly what we wanted for Windsor's safety when we hired them—discreet and focused.

A light breeze kicks up in the evening air, and as I stare at the sky, which was clear and blue an hour ago, I notice dark thunderclouds ominously rolling their way across the city. Just as a limo pulls up to the curb, rain begins to sprinkle down.

Jeremy exits the car, frowning when he feels the droplets on his face. Reaching back in, he pulls out an umbrella before offering Windsor a hand, and as she steps out, I damn near swallow my tongue.

She's wearing the light-blue dress paired with white heels, and I salivate for a fuller look and taste of her. Jeremy escorts her to me, where I wait below the underhang of the restaurant's sign for cover.

"Holy fuck." Wiping my mouth, I offer a hand and guide her to spin for me temptingly. The fingers of my other hand graze across her bare back before sliding down her ass. "You look phenomenal." Her blush is endearing and only adds to the innocent appeal of what she's wearing.

"Thank you. You don't look so bad yourself." Glancing down, I feel under-dressed with how fine she looks—good enough to have just come off a runway.

Jeremy closes the umbrella and opens the door for us to enter. Windsor thanks him, and he gives her a grunt. It's the most he communicates, and I appreciate it. I have no doubt anyone else would try stealing her away from us.

"Where's Tanner?" She glances around, but he's nowhere in sight.

"Would you believe me if I said he didn't come?" What I don't anticipate with my stupid joke is the threat of tears in her eyes.

"Are you serious?" Her chin wobbles.

"Christ, no. Of course, he came. I'm sorry, sweetheart, I was only teasing you." When she gifts me with a bright-ass smile, I know I've been played. "You little brat," I growl, leaning down and nipping her lip, sucking the morsel between my teeth until she hums and melts into me. "Be good, sweetheart, or tonight will not be as enjoyable as you'd like." With that warning, I guide her to our private room with one hand on her back.

"Oh, my goodness!" I grin like a loon at her exuberant squeal as she enters through the doors. Benton closes them behind us, blocking out the noise from the main restaurant.

Candlelight flickers. A dining table set for three is situated in the middle of the room, with a bouquet of pink and white rose blossoms adorning the center of it. Soft music plays from hidden speakers in the corners, and as a server enters with three wine glasses and a bottle of Windsor's favorite Moscato d'Asti, a sweeter white wine, she gasps with delight.

"Hi, baby." Tanner wraps his arms around her from behind, kissing the bare skin of her shoulder. "You are the most gorgeous creature I've ever seen." She preens at his words. Too many years have gone by where she hasn't received the compliments she deserves. I'm happy as hell we get to do this forever now.

"I can't believe you guys did this." She squeezes each of our hands as she moves to the table and smells the roses. "I love it." She turns back around as the waiter pops open the wine, places it in the ice bucket for when we're ready, and then leaves us alone.

Pulling out a chair for her, I help her slide it in as she sits down. "We'd do anything for you," I tell her, leaving a chaste kiss on her cheek before sitting on one side while Tanner takes the other.

"I'm beginning to believe that." She reaches forward to play with the petals of the flowers.

"I admit, I already ordered for us." She raises an eyebrow in question at Tanner's confession. "Freshly cut and mixed ambrosia salad to start, with chicken and spinach, lemon, and parmesan pasta for a main."

"Dessert?" She appears apprehensive. I don't blame her one bit after what happened before.

"Vanilla bean panna cotta. The chef himself is preparing our meal; nobody else is permitted to touch anything. Not even to serve us." The tension releases from her body, and I'm glad we could give this night to her.

"So, are you going to explain all of this yet?" Windsor waves her hand around the room.

"We know life has not treated you well, nor your mother. We wanted to make up for that." I hold up a hand when she tries to interrupt. "Not our fault, I know, but it's our responsibility and desire to make you feel like a queen. Our queen. We have the means and ability to do so, and we want to."

Her demeanor softens as she leans over to kiss me. Our lips touch, and passion ignites. Never have I had a connection with a woman the way I do with Windsor, and I know I never will again. Which is why I'm so desperate to hang on to her.

Tanner

Losing the game to be Windsor's escort inside Clancy's was worth all the griping I did, solely for the look on her face when she entered the room. Pure pleasure and absolute delight graced her eyes, distracting me from how sexy she looked in her dress.

Now, seeing how happy she is just to be with us lights me in ways I can't explain. I never told Tucker this, but there was a time when I wasn't sure we'd ever find a girl who would want to be with us forever.

Windsor accepted us from the moment we met. It was like she anticipated that we fit together—like a set, and she was the glue holding us together. Keeping things honest and real is how we'll keep our relationship together.

Which is why I'm the one to broach the tricky subject when they separate from their kiss. Lifting her hand, I bring it to my lips and kiss her knuckles. "Everything Tuck said is true, but I think there are other things we need to discuss as well." Tucker pours each of us a glass of wine as our ambrosia salad is brought in.

Taking a bite, the light but sweet flavors explode on my tongue, making me crave the bittersweet taste of our woman between her legs.

"Such as?" Windsor asks as she swallows a bite on a low moan and follows it up with a sip of wine.

"What happened last month was a tragedy. Losing something none of us knew we wanted was the most heartbreaking experience of my life." As I say this, I hate that I'm making her sad all over again. "I, we…Tuck and I…want what you want." She nods, swallowing roughly as I reach for her hand. "If you don't ever want to try for children, we'll never pressure you. But if you do, should you want to take that chance with us, we would want that too."

Pulling her hands away from us, I'm unsure what to expect when she picks up her napkin to dab at her mouth and looks down for a few minutes before speaking.

"I haven't…" It's clear she's having trouble, and I want to kick my own ass as much as Tucker's glare burns a hole in my head. "I hadn't thought much about it recently." Her eyes glance up at us briefly, and a flood of emotion consumes them. "I want children. I always have, and what happened hasn't changed my mind. It's terrified me, but I also know that what happened isn't our fault. It's whoever wants to hurt me." Reaching for us, we're gifted with a reassuring smile. "However, I'd like for us to continue getting to know each other. It's been like three months, and I'm living with you, and we're engaged." Her eyes drop to her ring. I wanted flashier, but Tucker talked me down to reasonable. "Everything has been so fast; why rush?"

"Good, I'm glad we got that settled."

Dinner carries on with twenty questions from each of us. Talking about the most ridiculous things and our deepest secrets.

"I don't think you'll have anything to worry about," Tucker reassures Windsor as he feeds her another forkful of dessert—something we both took a taste of first. She and Lux have been terrified about reaching out to their sister, Cecily. She's only nineteen and still living with her mother. From what they've been able to get out of my brother-in-law, Boston, is that their father spent more time with the youngest James sister than the older two, and I think there might be some bitterness about that.

"Easy for you to say. Your sister has kept you on your toes since she was born." This is true. Arden was a late baby and spoiled rotten. She's grounded, though. You'd never know she was an heiress if it weren't for the fact the tabloids blast her everywhere. Well, they used to. Boston and Dare keep a tight lid on things now.

"True." I feed her another bite, licking the side of her mouth when a bit of cream stays behind. "But Lux was so excited to have you. Both of you were lonely growing up, wishing you had siblings. How do you know Cecily doesn't feel the same?"

"Stop being reasonable," she grumps, crossing her arms. She's so afraid. It's the same fear she felt when approaching Lux. The anxiety must be debilitating. "I don't have a way to approach her like I did Lux. There's no opportunity to introduce ourselves without it being intrusive."

A knock on the door interrupts Tucker's reply.

The chef enters with a wrapped box. "Excuse the intrusion," he smiles at us. "I wanted to gift you with another panna cotta for home. A thank you for spending your evening with us."

"You are wonderful!" Windsor accepts the box and a kiss on the hand. "I'm sure my sister will love having a slice of this." Windsor had mentioned Lux was gushing about Clancy's while she helped her get ready this afternoon.

"Oh! I'll bring her another. How about a meal for her also? Some of the ambrosia salad. Yes, yes, I'll be back!" He's gone in a flourish before any of us can utter a word.

"She is going to be in heaven." Windsor laughs at hearing the chef calling out orders before the door completely closes.

"That so?" I'll have to mention to Beau and Gabe to bring her here when they finally get their heads out of their asses.

"Yeah." Her gaze drops, and she turns somber. "Can I ask you guys something, and it stays between us?" We share a look before nodding. "Lux has some student debt. The interest rates just went up, and I think things are worse than she's telling me. How do I help pay that for her? How do I take that burden?"

"I assume she won't accept it directly from you?" She shakes her head. "She going to be pissed it's paid?"

"Probably. Definitely. But I can't let her drown in it. Family is supposed to help, but I wouldn't know who to contact in order to pay whatever I could." This woman, so fucking full of love. She's a gift to the world.

"Let us take care of it," I offer.

"No! That's not what I meant. I want to help her. I don't want you taking on her debt just because you have all the money in the world."

"Not all the money," Tuck laughs. "Seriously, sweetheart, she's your sister, so that means she's ours, too. Family helps family, and if paying off her loans makes life a little easier for her, then we want to do it for the both of you."

Tears trickle from the corner of her eye, and she takes a deep breath. "You guys make it really hard to say no about something, don't you." We shrug. "Yes, okay, fine. You know how to figure it out?"

"We've got this." Tucker sends a quick text to Boston to find out who he needs to contact. "How about you let us tell her? She can be mad at us instead."

Windsor bursts out in laughter. "I don't think she could ever be mad at you guys. She loves you and the way you're so obsessive with me. Nothing makes her happier than you two spoiling me."

"Works in our favor then," Tucker says as his phone buzzes with an answer.

"How about we head home now?" My suggestion makes Windsor blush.

Windsor

My breathing is erratic because I'm filled with anticipation and excitement. I'm also nervous as hell. Anal from both of them is more than I've ever dreamed of happening, but they are insistent that it's happening because I've been a brat all day.

I only wanted to be spanked. A lot.

More than a lot.

It's a deep craving inside of me.

There's almost nothing more that I want than for them to imprint their hands on my ass. And if taking them there is what'll get it for me, I'm all for it. As long as it's mutually beneficial.

As soon as the apartment door closes, Tucker whispers in my ear, "Bedroom. Strip. Hands and knees on the bed." I hear the loss of control in his tone as he waits on me to do as he commands.

For a second, I debate talking back and denying his request, but when I spot the look in both of their eyes, I keep my mouth shut and saunter towards the bedroom with a little extra sway in my hips.

I grin from ear to ear at the sound of their primal groans as I disappear. They can be hard to read sometimes, so to know they're as affected by me as I am by them is a comfort.

Before stripping down, I decide to open the curtains to set the mood. The lights from Manhattan never fail to steal my breath, especially from this high up. Discarding my dress, I drape it neatly across one of the oversized chairs in the corner. Taking off my thong, I hang it on the bedpost.

Leaving my heels on, I crawl on the bed, cross my feet at the ankles, pitch forward so the top half of my body lays flat, and I pop my ass in the air to wait impatiently for them.

Of course, they leave me on pins and needles. Closing my eyes, I work the muscles loose in my body as I attempt to relax. I know things will be much more pleasurable for all of us if I'm not tension-filled.

The cool air from the air conditioner pops goose bumps up all over my skin, and I'm so lost in my own world that I don't realize they've entered until I feel a hand on each ass cheek.

"You are stunning, sweetheart."

"Better than we deserve, baby. We're going to take such good care of you." Tanner's reverent promise makes my heart sing with acceptance and comfort. It's far more than I ever would have thought to ask or look for a few months ago.

"Is there anyone more gorgeous than a naked woman in sexy-as-fuck heels, Tan?" I feel Tucker's hand moving along my ankle in slow circles. I shiver in anticipation of what's to come from them.

"Spread your legs, baby, just at the knees." Doing Tanner's bidding, my knees slide wide open and give them a glimpse of both my holes.

Feeling a finger slip between my legs, gliding gently up my slit and between my folds, I can't help but moan when he rims my hole, pressing lightly before withdrawing. Never entering my pussy but teasing me until I almost can't take it anymore.

"You want her ass or mouth first, Tucker?" Tanner sounds like he's out of breath.

"Ass," Tucker croaks before clearing his throat. "I need to fuck her ass hard."

"I'm tasting her first." I moan at Tanner's comment. I know for a fact what he's about to do, and as weird as it might be to some, I love the feeling of his mouth and tongue on me. "You like that idea, Windsor? My tongue flicking in your pussy before treating your ass to a bathing?" A whimper escapes as I nod, my eyes slit as I glimpse them behind me.

Tucker tenses as he watches his brother give me pleasure. From the first lick of his tongue, Tanner has me in a puddle, craving more. "Yes," I hiss. "Why does that feel so good?"

It's not really a question I expect an answer to, but Tucker gives me one as Tanner continues to eat at my ass. "Because there are a lot of pleasure nerves back there, and when treated right, you can come from that alone."

Backing away from the bed, he swats my ass cheek harshly, and I yelp from the sting before moaning in bliss as he moves to the bathroom. I presume to get lube.

Tanner steals my attention as his fingers dig into my thighs, nipping my ass, then spitting on my hole. Pressure from his finger makes me squirm back into him, silently begging for more.

"Patience, baby, Tucker is going to take such sweet care of you." I can only nod as the man in question returns from the bathroom nude, stroking his lubed-up cock. Precum leaks from the tip, and my mouth waters because I'd love nothing more than to lick it up and swallow it down.

His eyes have a savage look to them as he stalks closer to me. It burns with his need to take me however he pleases, and I want nothing more than to submit to him. It's a craving deep inside my soul to let him have whatever he wants from me.

"Move," he growls at Tanner, nearly pushing his brother out of his way.

"The beast has awoken," Tanner chuckles before giving me one last kiss and a smack to each ass cheek in quick succession. Dropping down on the bed next to me, our eyes meet, and the devotion I see in the soft look makes my entire body melt for Tucker.

I've never trusted anyone as much as I do these two. Closing my eyes again, I stretch my arms above my head, gripping a pillow in my hands.

Tucker crawls on behind me, leaning over my back as his cock nestles between my cheeks with a warning, "Hold on nice and tight, sweet girl, because I'm not going to be gentle." His hips thrust, coating my rose in the lube from his cock before he draws back, and I feel the cool fluid dribbling down my crack before his finger joins the melee of sensations.

"Give it to me, Tucker." I relax my body with the demand for him to stop teasing me. "You keep making promises. I want them now."

Squeezing my ass in one hand, he slips a finger into my hole, stretching me out and adding a second digit. Then, a third. The stretch and burn are so erotic and addicting, tempting me to push back into him again, humping back and forth on the fingers taking me for a ride.

Withdrawing, Tucker replaces them with his cock, and it's so much bigger. I expand wider around him, and he burns me with every inch as I struggle to take his entire length without begging him to stop.

Tanner's fingers distract me as he reaches under my body and begins playing with my pussy, flicking my clit with his thumb before rubbing in slow circles as Tucker begins his deep fucking. Slow thrusts turn into rapid-fire hip checks that bring me up off the bed and have me seeing stars behind my closed lids.

"Please, please, please," I start begging, feeling the coil of pleasure low in my belly as my clit swells and the inner walls of my pussy throb with the need to come undone and scream for them.

"Not yet," Tucker grunts, nipping my shoulder as his hand drops to spank me repeatedly. My ass stings for so many reasons, and I don't know if I can follow his instructions.

When it becomes clear I can't keep from coming, Tucker finally whispers in my ear, "Let go, sweetheart. Come apart for me," while thrusting in sharp, shallow pumps of his hips.

"Tucker!" I scream as I go blind with pleasure. Lights flash in starbursts, and my body can't decide whether to tense up or spasm. The pleasure is incomparable to anything I've felt before. "Oh god." My middle pulsates and releases this mind-blowing fusion of ecstasy as I try to gain my bearings.

"You're perfect, Windsor," Tucker murmurs as he roars his own release, pulling out and shooting his spunk all over my ass and pussy. The warm fluid seeps into me, and I feel a pull to shut my eyes and sleep for days. But I can't.

"Tanner?" I pout, opening my eyes, seeking him out only to find he's right behind me, wasting no time sinking his erection into my ass.

"Right here, baby. Rest. Let me take you away." Nodding my head, my body collapses, and I'm trapped under his weight, exactly how I want it, as Tanner makes love to me so sweetly.

His thrusts, while filling, are slow and leisurely. He takes his time and savors our connection. Tears well because these men give me everything I need and love about being with them. I've never had anyone read me like they do, and I know I never will again.

Tanner and Tucker are my forever, and I don't think I could imagine a future where they aren't taking care of me in the way they do now. I need to figure out how to do the same for them.