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  Fuck, why did Liam have to rush things? If he hadn’t jumped ahead she wouldn’t have been lying on that couch in the first place. Aidan’s dick hardened, and his eyes watered with the fresh memory of her lithe, sexy pussy sprawled and waiting.

  He’d never been jealous of Liam, but a nagging, uncomfortable doubt edged in his head, making it feel like his brain was rattling inside it. He shook his head in a vain attempt to clear it. What if she preferred Liam? He had after all had the chance to talk to her one-on-one, have lunch with her. That was already two steps ahead in his book.

  He shut the laptop screen then lay back on the king-size bed. Folding his arms behind him, he stared at a slight crack in the ceiling.

  A familiar, sweet scent flitted into his nostrils and Aidan turned his face into the pillow. Gia’s scent. He closed his eyes and took a deep breath, allowing the tantalizing fragrance to swirl through his senses. She’d fucked Liam in this very bed. The thought sent a mixture of simmering lust and inexplicable jealousy rifling through him. He sat up and placed his feet on the carpeted floor. Fuck, what the hell is wrong with me? He slammed the pillow with his fist. He was never jealous of his brother.

  Shit, knowing Liam, with a body as hot as hers, he was probably fucking her again right now. He moved his elbows to his parted knees, and held his head. The thing about having an identical twin brother was that in picturing the two of them together, automatically he saw himself with her. And the thought thickened his cock in place.

  He stood up and took a deep breath, and with it came a stony resolution. There was no way he would be satisfied with Liam being the one to win Gia over on his own. To watch the most alluring woman he had ever met with his brother, especially if he couldn’t have her. He couldn’t bear the thought now, and he doubted he would be able to in the future.

  His heart sprang to life, spurring him on, and each beat came faster in his heaving chest. They had to do it together or not at all. They needed a plan.

  Chapter 7

  Gia trembled with Liam’s mouth at her ear.

  “Tell me, baby, don’t be scared, just tell me,” he whispered before moving his tongue from her earlobe to her neck and sucking softly.

  What choice did she have? None. Of course she had enjoyed it. They were identical. How could she not? She loved every minute of it. “Yes,” she whispered, cringing at the sound of her own voice.

  Liam moved his hand down the side of her waist, down her hip and around her thigh. He lifted her dress up and slid his hand to her still damp pussy.

  “Oh God,” she moaned. Evidence of Aidan was still dripping from her. She could feel it trickling down her thigh, and she clenched her thighs in embarrassment. Even if he didn’t mind his brother’s still-warm liquid slick on her thighs, she did.

  Liam inserted two fingers into her, and she groaned. She didn’t want to feel anything, not after what had happened. She closed her eyes, willing the rush of desire away, but, shit, just the feel of his warm, hard fingers inside her compelled her body to react again with wanting.

  “Liam—”

  His mouth was still on her neck. He moved it to her ear again, his breath tantalizing and warm. His finger hooked into her cunt, and he flicked it rhythmically. “You fucked him so good, Gia. Can you smell his cum? I don’t mind. Your pussy is hot enough to share, baby. So hot.” He flicked his finger faster against her lips.

  Oh God, was this really happening? As much as she shouldn’t, dare not, her body betrayed her. Her pussy throbbed with each beat of his fingers. “I, oh Liam, I’m so—”

  He shoved deeper into her, and she leaned forward, heaving against his chest, her breath catching on her words. She looked lazily into his eyes. She was spent, but now, oh sweet Lord, the things he was making her feel. The thought of Aidan’s juices on his hands, inexplicably, drove her insane with wanting.

  He moved his head down, and his mouth met hers. His tongue moved lazily against hers, his eyes still opened. He moved his hand down to loosen his pants.

  She could hear the sound of his zipper, the swift drums of his heart, and the throbbing of her pulse. She couldn’t move, suspended in disbelief and wanting it more than anything.

  He continued kissing her while he stepped out of his pants and underwear, pushing her slowly toward the same desk perched alongside the bookshelves. The same one where she had just fucked his brother.

  He lifted her up so the edge of her backside was on the table. He opened her legs carefully, placing her one foot on the table and the other around his hip before he leaned forward.

  She moved her hands to the edges of the table just when he shoved his fingers into her wet cunt again.

  She salivated when the titillation swooped over her. She had just fucked his brother. The memories flashed in her mind, and she groaned in shame. The truth was, the thought made her horny as hell.

  In a quick motion, his long, hard cock was inside her, penetrating her pussy, sliding into her soaking wetness.

  She could still smell Aidan, the scent wafting up, and she licked her lips and moaned. The thought of Liam fucking her while Aidan’s cum was still there sent spasms of animalistic desire crashing through every nerve cell. She threw her head back and screamed in ecstasy.

  His cock pounded into her hot, wet flesh, each thrust causing her body to jerk.

  She growled, her voice wild and raw. Each thrust coming in such quick succession, she was unable to match his rhythm. All she could do was sit there and take it while his cock banged into her. She moved her hands down and around his sexy ass, kneading the taut mounds with her hands, feeling the clenching and release with each thrust.

  His eyes were focused on her face while he fucked her, his mouth opened with his tongue flicking against hers between thrusts. The sheer unbridled lust propelling him faster and faster.

  She was so close, but she wanted to ride his hard cock, take control. She quickly pushed him to the floor and onto his back.

  His eyes widened then narrowed in understanding, and his lips curved into a breathless smile.

  She opened her legs, moving one on each side of him before lowering herself onto his cock.

  She was going to ride him hard and fuck him fast, until he exploded in her. His liquid joining his brother’s, mingling with her own pussy juice. The thought caused a shock of painful rapture, and her clit throbbed in ecstasy. She moved her pelvis backward, forward, side to side, slowly, and she could hear him groan, his eyes glazed with lust, savoring the sight.

  He moved his hand to her hip and the other onto her breast, squeezing both. “Oh yes, just like that. Fuck me, you like fucking my big cock, don’t you? Ride my dick with your wet pussy. Fuck me.”

  “Oh fuck yes.” She threw her head back and moved her hips faster. Back and forth. “Oh God, Liam, I love fucking you. I love your big, hard cock. Oh fuck, my pussy is so wet for you.” She rode harder, feeling him deep inside of her, and she rotated hips. Her hands rubbed back and forth on his tightened chest and stomach while she moved, the skin slippery from his slick sweat.

  “Oh yes, baby, your pussy feels so good, so fucking good. You like fucking, don’t you?” He guided her hips with his hands, digging his nails into her skin, making her move faster. He raised his hand and spanked her ass, and she gasped.

  “Oh fuck, yes,” she screamed, throwing her hair onto his chest then up again. “I love riding your cock, oh yes. I love it!” Yes, yes.

  She moved her hands to her breasts and pinched her nipples. She screamed when her body fervently responded to its gratifying reward. The spasms shot through every inch of her body and the warm rush of liquid swirled around his cock.

  Then his dick throbbed and jerked, his creamy juice finally squirting, mixing, and trickling inside of her.

  She collapsed on top of him, resting her head on his chest and exhaled loudly.

  Her head moved up and down in rhythm to his heaving chest. She slowly opened her eyes and found herself looking at—

  “Oh my God, Aidan? L
iam.” She turned to Liam then shoved his shoulder with one hand while she looked at Aidan.

  He turned slowly and looked at his brother, who stood at the doorway, his arms crossed and one leg over the other.

  It was evident that Aidan was rock hard, the bulge pressing against his jeans.

  Gia sat up and crossed her arms over her breasts, Liam’s hard cock still inside her. How long had he stood there watching them? Was this really possible, twice in one night? She glared at Aidan.

  He was smiling almost painfully, his eyes laced with desire.

  Gia turned back to Liam frowning in confusion.

  Liam was—what was he? He seemed to be dismissive. A sated smile spread across his face, his eyes crinkled in delight. He looked as if this was normal, his brother standing there and watching them.

  “Liam?” Gia whispered, moving slowly off of him. She stood up quickly, moving her dress to cover herself. Her mind was spinning from the mixture of interrupted bliss and the soft ache in her heart when she looked at Aidan. She felt almost as guilty as she had when Liam had been the one to walk in on them. She was also just as confused by Liam’s casual acceptance of his brother watching them. Shouldn’t he be angry at Aidan for just standing there? Was this a sibling thing? With none of her own, she wasn’t sure how it worked. She stood frozen, waiting for a reaction, anything.

  Liam got to his feet then pulled his underwear and pants on, remaining shirtless.

  Aidan walked into the library, closing the door behind him. He headed for the decanted vodka before carefully retrieving three glasses. He purposefully poured each a third full. Glasses in hand, he walked over then handed one to his brother.

  Gia stood entranced, watching the impossible calmness of the brothers.

  Aidan strode toward her, offering the other glass, and she accepted it in a daze.

  “Thanks,” she whispered idly, then gulped the drink down in one shot, wincing before she looked back to brothers.

  Liam continued watching her. He grinned, and an oddly triumphant shadow glittered in the depths of his eyes.

  Her eyes widened, and she shook her head and found herself buckling in hysterical confusion. She quickly placed the glass on the table, grinning though she was far from amused. “I am so far down the rabbit hole.” She snorted. “Liam, can you talk to me and tell me what exactly is going on?”

  Liam walked over to her and rubbed his hand on her cheek.

  Aidan followed.

  She stared into Liam’s eyes then brushed his hand away. The room seemed darker, the smell of hot sex in the air. She felt two inches tall while she looked at the dark pair. Irrevocably identical. Both shirtless, both dark pairs of eyes watching her intently.

  Her gaze darted between them, and she battled to control the drumming of her heart. “I’ve been played, haven’t I?” she stammered, and the last of her control slipped away as tears pooled in her eyes.

  In a flash, Liam and Aidan were at her sides, and two sets of warm hands stroked her tears away.

  She looked up into their silent blazing eyes. She sensed a warmth tinged with concern. But to hell with their concern. She was now a bona fide twin sex toy. How poetic. First no sex for two years, and then when she did get her groove on, it was the worst-case scenario she could never imagine. She wiped the unwelcome tears away and steeled herself. “Was this a game from the beginning?”

  Liam and Aidan’s lack of response said plenty, but still she gave them a second more as she waited with bated breath, and clenched fists. Finally she couldn’t take it anymore. She tilted her head back to look at her puppeteers. “Tell me now, dammit! What the fuck is going on? Oh forget it!” she screamed, and before either could stop her, she grabbed her bag from the table, not bothering to get her shoes, and she stormed out of the library.

  The hallway blurred around her, and she wiped the tears now falling rampantly, and ran toward the front door and out into the darkened, damp night. In minutes she was in her car and gone.

  Chapter 8

  “I told you she wasn’t ready.” Aidan stood at the windows, watching the last glimpse of Gia’s white car as it sped down the driveway. He found himself battling the crazy desire to run after her. He could almost hear the screech of her tires on the gravel. When he was sure she was at the gate, he turned and slowly nodded at Liam.

  Liam took the signal and quickly pressed the button on the control phone, opening the gate for her exit before replacing the receiver.

  Aidan stood facing his brother, his jaw tensed with anger. His stomach ached mercilessly with a sense of loss. He bent down, retrieving each of Gia’s gold, red-soled heels off the floor, holding both in his hands.

  Liam gulped his drink loudly, his brow creasing when he faced his brother. “And I told you that she will be.”

  Aidan placed the shoes carefully on the side of the couch. As much as he had hoped she would be back to claim them, something about the look in her eyes told him it wouldn’t be soon. “No, Liam, you blew it. I think we gave her too much, too soon. We should have waited, given it a few more days, weeks even. She’s not the one-nighter sort of woman. She’s special, and you blew it.” Aidan walked over, facing his brother, his hands on his hips and his eyes narrowed, mirroring his twin’s. “Your celibacy seems to have clouded your judgment. Because of you, we’ve missed about ten steps in getting her comfortable with both of us. You found her, and we agreed.” Aidan looked down, shaking his head, then up again, meeting his brother’s dark stare.

  Though Liam’s was fixed over his shoulder.

  Aidan moved his hand up to Liam’s arm, tugging so he would face him. “This obviously wasn’t your first time with her. She didn’t say as much, but she didn’t have to. You fucked her before this.” He shoved Liam’s bare arm, feeling the muscle tense. “Idiot, you should have waited. She was worth it. Would it have killed you to get to know her first? Lunch, dinner, working slowly toward breakfast? Now she’ll think the Wright brothers messed with her. Fuck, Liam!”

  Liam sighed and edged toward the window, turned, then stared out of it. “Look, she’s angry now, but she’ll come around.”

  Aidan headed toward the couch and sat down, focusing on what they would need to do to get her back. What he would need to do, to make sure that they both did. But a nagging incertitude taunted him. “What if she doesn’t? We’ve waited so long for her, and now she’s gone.” Aidan leaned back and closed his eyes, his hands crisscrossed at his neck. The same familiar fragrance in the bed was still on the couch. Her fragrance. He winced and inhaled deeply. There was something about her. Against all his reservations about actresses, he had to admit, Liam was right. She was special. Again, his body ached for her, even if he’d only had her once. She was a piece of deliciously dark heaven. His cock was, once again, rock hard.

  Liam turned, and cocked one eyebrow knowingly at his brother’s erection. “It’s not like you abstained when you found her lying on the couch, did you?”

  Aidan’s eyes shot open, and he threw a scorching glare at Liam. “Well, what were you thinking having her wait for you on the couch with no panties on? How could I bear to walk away? Now she’s gone. When did you fuck her anyway?”

  Liam shrugged. “I told her to wait for me. How she ended up waiting in that position is beyond me. My first time with her, by the way, was this afternoon, when we had lunch.”

  Aidan cocked his eyebrow menacingly. “And you neglected to tell me? I specifically remember you texting that you were bringing her to the house. I’m sure I would’ve remembered if it included dessert. Then again, I should have known, I felt it the moment you fucked her.”

  “As I felt it when you did the same thing you’re judging me for. Come on, Aidan. Does it honestly matter? Your saw the heat come off her. No sane man could be close to her and not want to fuck her. I think we both know this is more than just sex. So much more. This time is different, we both feel it. It’s not you or me, it’s both of us.”

  Aidan nodded, knowing exactly what his br
other meant. His mind flew to the first time he’d fallen for a woman, the first time he’d lost his virginity and the first time he’d got his heart broken. His every reaction to the life-changing events was always mirrored in Liam’s face the moment he saw him. Their emotions were so closely linked, it was impossible to feel anything without the other feeling it, too. He glanced at Liam. Hell, in his brother’s face, he could see what he felt, reflected right back at him. Worry. Worry that they’d possibly lost the one woman that could finally complete them. His chest tightened at the thought. “How is it possible to feel this much for her so quickly? Doesn’t that scare you just a little? She’s perfect, but this, this I sure can’t explain. Can you?”

  Liam shook his head, saying nothing, so Aidan continued. “I know it’s more than lust. There’s this crazy chemistry, or intensity, whatever you want to call it.” He shook his head slowly.

  “I know,” Liam sighed. “Fuck, I can’t stop thinking about her since we saw that photo of her all those months ago. Since we decided to find one woman to share. Shit—”

  Aidan watched the flitter of his own emotions reflected on Liam’s face. And even before he spoke, Aidan knew what he was going to say.

  Liam took a deep breath. “She’s the one. Gia Carelli is it.”

  Aidan nodded, echoing his brother’s words in his mind. She is definitely the one.

  Liam held his hand out, resting it on Aidan’s shoulder. “Don’t worry, brother. We’ll get her back. Let me call her to see if she got home all right.”

  * * * *

  Gia was laying face down on her goose down pillow, wet from the tedious flow of her frustrated tears, and she screamed into it. It was almost four a.m. and still sleep evaded her. Her room was completely darkened, with only a sliver of light piercing through a slight opening in her cream-lined organza curtains. She could hear a distant chirping of birds outside, ready to herald dawn, and she moaned.