8. Tanner

CHAPTER 8

Staring into the amber liquid swirling in the glass in my hand, I wonder, not for the first time, what the fuck I'm thinking. What I'm doing with myself. It's nearing midnight, we've been home for hours, and all either of us wants is the woman who has overtaken our office in the last three weeks she's been here.

The afternoon our father came in was eye-opening for us. It gave us a glimpse at a piece of Windsor she's kept locked up around us. She gave Dean her soft side, but we still get pure professionalism.

I fucking hate it.

Since that day, Dad has come in at least once a week to take Windsor out to lunch. At times, it feels like he's forgotten about us completely. I'm not complaining because, by the sounds of things, Windsor has lacked a father figure her whole life, and I'm happy to share ours with her. He's a good man, and with Arden, he's proven to be an excellent girl dad. That's what our sister says, anyway, while simultaneously stating that it's our fault he didn't have more daughters because we were big and brutish.

She's probably not wrong.

I've enjoyed watching how Windsor lights up at our father's arrival. They care for each other, and I'm glad they both have that. Tucker and I just need to get our shit together and figure out how to get into Windsor's good graces so we can stake our claim on her.

Thanks to Windsor's efficiency in the office, tomorrow will be Kathleen's last day with us so she can enjoy her retirement early. The woman has big plans to travel across Europe with her husband, and we couldn't be happier for her.

Now, Windsor will be even busier, and I think she's been plotting to transition out to our floor lobby and take over the other woman's desk, as well. I'm not fond of that idea, but Tucker pointed out that distance might make the heart grow fonder, and I'm all for that.

"Can't sleep either?" I turn to see Tuck entering our shared office, grabbing his own drink.

"No. I want Windsor here. With us. And I can't see a way to convince her that we want forever and not some damn fling." I growl the last word like the filthy thing it is.

I've never been a believer in soulmates or love at first sight, but it seems wrong to call what I feel for Windsor anything but those. I always figured if and when we settled down, it would be with a woman we cared for, were attracted to, and could tolerate. I know Tuck felt the same way. Even with how resistant he was in the first few days with Windsor, I wasn't certain I would make him see she was it for us. Thankfully, the cranky asshole came around on his own. I didn't want to have to kick his ass.

"It's a long weekend," he points out.

"And?" I down the rest of my drink, staring out at the skyline before me.

"Could take her on a romantic getaway." I notice his shrug through the reflection in the glass as he chugs his drink.

"How do you plan on convincing her to go away with us? She'll barely be alone in a room with us unless she's forced to." And it gets on my damn nerves.

"Trick her?" He frowns as soon as he says the words, obviously not liking the idea.

"She's too smart to fall for that shit." I'm pretty sure she'd never speak to us again, either.

Pouring himself another drink, Tuck stares out the windows, quiet for a long moment. "We ask her then. Put our cards on the table, let her know where we stand and what we want with her." Nodding in agreement, we begin making a plan for the next day and booking a room at a newly built boutique hotel on Lake Placid.

Once we've got everything settled, Tucker finds his way back to bed while I remain where I am, lost in thought again of the woman we're so infatuated with and our one night with her.

"Tanner," Windsor gasps my name, slowly lifting her eyes to meet mine as she sinks down on me. "It hurts." Tuck kisses along her shoulders from his position behind her, holding her hips and dragging her up and down my aching dick.

"You're so good, gorgeous. Fit me like a glove," I groan when she's all the way down, and we're tightly connected.

My hands strain as I reach up to cup her tits. Tuck already had his turn with her, but fuck, she's nearly virgin-tight, and I'm not going to last. Curling my toes, I push my hips up, digging deeper inside her body.

Her head falls back on a moan, so Tucker leans down to suck on the delicate skin as her heart pounds. "Fuck me, Windsor. Fuck your man." She shivers as her hands caress her body, moving mine out of the way to cup her tits and hold them out like an offering. Sitting up, I tack a nipple between my teeth and tug. Her pussy convulses around me, and we share a moan this time.

"Show me just how addictive this pussy is, baby," I hear Tucker direct her as her hips begin to move. Dropping back down to the bed, I watch Windsor find her rhythm and take from me everything she wants.

I don't last nearly long enough, and by the time I feel my release racing up my spine, I vaguely recall that I'm not wearing a condom and almost black out with pleasure as I let my cum release inside her unprotected pussy.

Windsor

Something's up today; it's evident in the way Tucker and Tanner walk in. They are silent but still give me a smile in greeting. An hour later, coffee and muffins show up from my favorite bakery across town, and before the delivery guy has returned to the elevator, both of my bosses make an appearance.

Sitting across from me, I eye them wearily as I grab a steamy cup and then pick through the muffins until I find the largest blueberry one in the bag.

"What's up?" I finally ask when neither makes a move to touch their order.

They share a look, and I can tell I was right. Tucker is already growing slightly agitated based on how his hands grip the armchair, and Tanner leans forward before sitting back and clearing his throat.

It's then I realize they're nervous.

"Tucker was pretty clear about what we wanted with you a few weeks ago, but somehow, we all let that go." Boy, do I remember that. When they didn't do anything afterward, it's kind of why I moved out of their office. I was constantly on pins and needles, waiting for one of them to ravish me, and I couldn't get any work done.

"Ooo-kayy." Biting the inside of my cheek, I try to even out my breathing.

"We want to take you away this weekend," Tucker finally speaks up. His tone resembles more of a growl than a request. I like that he's a little feral over me. I had no idea it was something I was into until I started working for the two of them. They hate when any man pays me too much attention, and they get possessive in a very sexy way.

"For what?" I know what they're asking, but I'm forcing them to spell it out.

They share another look, and as I watch, I see when they decide to stop tiptoeing around me. Raising to their feet, they approach me, one on each side. Tucker grips my ponytail, tilting my head back with a firm tug, and Tanner cups my jaw, both sandwiching me in.

"We're done letting you put space between us, Windsor. You've been ours since the day we interviewed you. From the second you allowed us inside your body. From the first time you flirted with another man just to get a reaction out of us. We're taking you away this weekend so we can spend time together outside of the office."

Tucker tugs my hair again, so I look at him. "No more turning us down when we ask you out. No more smiling at other men to get a reaction out of us because, baby, you just breathing elicits a reaction. After this weekend, there will be no forgetting who you belong to. Who your men are." My throat constricts as I force a swallow. My thighs squirm, and I know they notice because matching smirks cross their faces.

"The rules-" I start to say.

"Fuck the rules," Tucker growls.

"We own the fucking company, Winds. Don't try that shit with us." Tanner sounds more and more like his twin, and I get a thrill. He's normally so well put together. I like that I can make them lose control, even if it wasn't my intention.

"I'll have to think about it." Obviously, my answer is yes; I'd just like to see how far I can push them.

They crowd in closer before kneeling next to my chair. Tucker grabs the arms of my seat and spins me to face him. I don't get a second to react before his lips collide with mine. His tongue pushes through my mouth and dominates me in a way I never knew I craved.

Wrapping my arms around his neck, I drag my body closer until I'm nearly in his lap. The sound of the chair crashing against a wall almost pulls me from my haze until I feel Tanner at my back, his hands moving over my body as he starts kissing my neck.

I'm so lost in them that I don't hear the ding of the elevator until Tanner clears his throat and pulls away a bit. Tucker snarls his displeasure as he picks me up and takes me into their office just before the doors open and I hear a male voice—likely a mail delivery.

"You're coming with us this weekend," my man demands as he sits me on his desk.

"I am." I give him a bright smile, and his eyes narrow on me.

"You were fucking with us." I shrug at his realization. "Little minx." Kissing me again, less intense but no less potent, he lets me slip off the desk and skitter back out to the lobby.

Sitting down and pretending like that intense interaction didn't just happen is the hardest thing I've had to do in months. Tanner and Tucker get my body going like nobody else ever has. I feel lighter when I'm with them, when they touch me like they own me. I can let go of every bad thing in my life when they take control, and if that's a prelude to what the weekend will be like, then I can't wait for more.

My eyes stray to the computer clock one too many times as I wait for the day to end, making it seem longer than it is. When it's almost time to leave, the phone rings, startling me into nearly jumping out of my chair.

"Tanner and Tucker Graham's office. This is Windsor. How can I help you?" Those words come naturally now. I used to trip up but finally got used to the greeting.

"Windy! It's Dad." My entire body goes numb. I had no way of contacting the man when Mom passed, so I couldn't deliver the news, and I haven't heard from him in almost five years. "Windsor, are you there?"

"Yeah, I'm here. What do you want?" My anger bleeds into my tone.

"Why so angry? I thought you'd be happy to hear from your old man." His chuckle is deprecating.

"What do you want, Roger?" I haven't been able to call him Dad in years, not since I realized how terribly he hurt my mom and how little he cared for me.

"Roger? What happened to Dad?"

"Dad is a title earned. You've never done that." I'm clenching my jaw so tight, I could crack a tooth.

"I'm sorry, Windy, I wanted to be better, but I just didn't know how." There's a pause like he's waiting for me to forgive him. "I was hoping to come by the condo this weekend, see you and your mom."

The sting of tears pushes me over the edge. "Mom?" I scoff. "You want to see Mom? You are such a selfish asshole!" I scream into the phone. "Mom has been dead for a year, and I couldn't tell you because I didn't know how to reach you!" The twins exit their office at my outburst.

"Dead?" He breathes, shocked. "What happened?"

Rage fuels my next words. "She had cancer for three years; you saw her twice. She told you she was sick, but you're a selfish bastard and were too concerned about your two other families to give a shit about her or me to ever check in and see if we needed anything. Was it worth it? To have three daughters who don't know the other exists their entire lives? The betrayal, did it feel good? Did it make you feel like a real man to abandon one family after the other all this time?" I'm nearly huffing after spitting that all out at once.

Tucker takes the phone from me, mumbles something into the receiver I don't comprehend, and then hangs up before he and Tanner pull me into their arms.

"I'm sorry," I whisper. I am sorry for the outburst at work. For interrupting their day.

"Nothing to be sorry about, baby. If that was your father, then we understand. He deserved ten times what you said to him." I nod into Tanner's chest, thankful for their understanding.

Hardening my spine, I pull back and glance up between the two of them. "I should go home and pack a bag. Right?" The idea of getting away for a weekend sounds wonderful.

Tucker

Windsor was quiet the entire drive to Lake Placid. She hadn't spoken much after we took her home to grab a bag. Not even to ask what our destination was. It's worrying because she's an inquisitive woman. As much as I'd like to believe we have her trust, I'm not sure we've gained that much of it.

It's close to eleven p.m. by the time we arrive. Stopping in front of the valet, Tanner hands the man our keys as another grabs our bags. Opening the back door, I gently wake up Windsor. She blinks a few times before gifting me with a smile, and her eyes soften as I help her out.

"This is beautiful," she murmurs as we enter the hotel. The white marble floors with flecks of gold are stunning. Her eyes catch on the abstract paintings before she gasps and rushes off to a wall-to-wall, floor-to-ceiling fish tank that looks like an underwater escape from reality. I've never seen anything like it, so I doubt she has either.

As we approach the front desk, the receptionist watches us with predatory eyes as she discreetly tries to adjust her outfit to show off more of her chest. Tan and I share a look and roll our eyes. She's not the first one who will have tried to get our attention. Like all before her, it won't work.

"Checking in?" She gives a bright smile with sultry eyes, and I'm ready to let a rude retort rip, but Tanner beats me to the punch.

"We are. With our wife." I grin at his word choice. Not so angry about him speaking up first now. Her eyes flick around before landing on Windsor, and jealousy clouds her vision.

"Cute." She gives a tight smile this time. After taking our name and credit card, she hands us a key and tells us our room number. "Are you sure neither of you will need company this evening?" she tries again.

Windsor takes this moment to walk up to us, and from the gleam in her eyes, I know she heard the woman. Placing one hand on Tanner's chest, she leans up to give me a kiss, which I eagerly accept—taking from her until she's breathless and flushed.

"Are we all checked in?" Her back remains to the woman hitting on us, completely ignoring her.

"We are, darling." Tanner cups her jaw and tilts her head up, taking a kiss of his own before we begin to lead her away.

"You are quite subtle." I glance down at her as we enter the elevator, shuttling us up to our suite on the fifth floor.

"Was I?" Christ, I can't get enough of her saccharine smile. Pulling her back into my front, I nibble on her neck, nipping and kissing along the length until she melts against me.

"You know you were." Pushing my aching dick into her lower back, I let her feel exactly what she does to me.

As the elevator dings and the panels open to our floor, Tanner strides ahead of us, sliding the card into the door sensor and pushing it open as I pick Windsor up and carry her over the threshold.

"Holy cow!" She struggles out of my grip and rushes to the window to take in the view of the moonlit lake and surrounding trees. "This isn't the one they filmed that movie on, is it?" She's biting her lip as she turns to peer over at us.

Laughing, I shake my head. "No, that was in Maine." She nods and turns back around.

I see our bags have already been delivered, and I move to get them out of the way. We booked a suite so we wouldn't have to rely on room service if we didn't want to. I suspect we will utilize the service anyway.

"Going to get ice," I tell Tanner as he begins taking off his shirt and approaching Windsor. It takes less than a minute to fill the bucket and make it back to our room.

What I find is a sight that'll remain forefront in my mind for the rest of my life—Tanner on his knees behind Windsor, kissing along her now-bare back, skirt lifted over her plump ass. A pretty red thong nestles between those sexy cheeks of hers.

She's got her hands raised above her head, fists clasped against the window, with her forehead pressing into the cool glass, and I can see the reflection of her pointed nipples swaying as she shudders under my brother's touch.

Placing the ice bucket down, I secure the door locks and strip until I'm in nothing but my boxers. Silently, I move in front of Windsor, kneeling as my brother is and kissing along her soft belly.

"Oh god," she whispers when she opens her eyes to find me level with her pussy.

The scent of her arousal is intoxicating, and as much as I'd like to bury my face between her thighs, Tanner and I made a pact not to fuck her tonight. Tonight is all about the three of us connecting on an emotional level. Doesn't mean we can't give her pleasure, however. Especially when she's so deserving of being worshipped.

Meeting Tanner's gaze from the side of her body, he gives a light nod that we're on the same page, and we work to bring Windsor to orgasm. My fingers play with her nipples while Tanner slips a hand between her legs.

Her body vibrates between us as she cries out her delight. I love how sensitive she is to us and how needy her body is for our touch. As we bring her down, she collapses into our laps, a satisfied smile on her face as we lift her and carry her to bed. Stripping away the rest of her clothes and ours, we tangle around her satiated body and fall into an effortless sleep.