Graham groaned loudly as he shot his load into Genevieve’s awaiting lips. Again, Dane was surprised he didn’t feel jealousy. Again, the only feeling was arousal.
She licked him clean and then stood. “Dane – ” Her fingers lined his scar, one of the only visible differences between the twins. Graham had been at the wrong place at the wrong time and gotten scarred for life for his misfortune.
“My God! I never noticed that last night.”
“That’s because I don’t have a scar,” Dane stated, entering the room to stand directly behind her.
Genevieve spun around, her dark hair whipping around and covering her face until she raked her fingers through it, brushing it out of her eyes. Her green eyes went wide as they locked with his.
“Holy shit! Dane?” She looked back over her shoulder at Graham then back at him, confusion so intense on her face that he had to bite back the laugh that was threatening to escape.
He raised his eyebrows at her and nodded.
“Oh my God!” Her face turned redder than he’d ever seen it with a mixture of anger and embarrassment. She spun back around to face his brother. “Who the fuck are you?”
Graham cringed. “Graham. His brother. Well, twin brother to be exact.”
A tense silence overtook the room for the span of several beats.
“You asshole!” Her hand reached out and with a loud smacking sound made contact with the side of his face. “How could you not tell me! How dare you!”
The look of stunned surprise on his brother’s face was too much. Laughter escaped Dane, rocking his body.
“And you!” She spun around to face him, her eyes flaming with the fury within her. “Were you just standing there watching? Is this some type of game you two play to get your rocks off?”
The anger began to fade as tears began to rim her eyes.
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. The sight of potential tears quickly sobered his mood. “Baby no.
That’s not it at all. I had no idea. I just went downstairs to get us some tickets for a show tonight, I had no idea you’d wake up while I was gone and out of the room and –” he motioned toward Graham.
She went to brush past him and escape the room, but he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into him. She was resistant at first, but quickly gave in to him, wrapped her arms around his waist and buried her face against his shoulder.
“I’m so embarrassed,” she murmured against his chest.
“I’m sorry. This is a big misunderstanding. I should have told you my brother was staying in the room. I didn’t think.” As he said the words he couldn’t help but keep playing the scene of her with his brother. A part of him wanted to see more, perhaps break through the boundaries he and his brother set regarding women – just once.
Graham pulled up his bottoms and stepped up behind Genevieve. “I’m sorry too. I really am.
I tried to stop you…”
Dane looked up from Genevieve to capture his brother’s eyes. Would Graham be into sharing her? A one-time thing, just for the night. He looked down at Genevieve and an even bigger question came to mind. Would she be interested? He’d never had a threesome before, but it was on his bucket list. Maybe this was the opportunity. Mind you, his intention was him with two chicks, but this could work too. She’d been so wild and responsive with him last night, hell she’d pretty much worn him out and that was a task for any woman; he was aching to see how she’d respond when she had two men devouring her.
~ Graham ~
He felt like royal shit for what he’d done. She had a right to hate him, he could have stopped her, he could have pushed her away and explained he wasn’t who she thought he was well before her lips wrapped around him.
He’d been weak.
The stunning dark-haired woman had taken him by surprise. She was easily one of the most striking women he’d ever set eyes on. Her breasts were perfectly round globes, just large enough to fill his hands, with large, dark nipples. Her curves were beautiful; she wasn’t pencil thin and he loved that about her. And oh my God, her mound was impeccably shaven. She was sheer perfection.
And then she’d been on her knees, telling him to shut up and let her make him feel good.
What man in his right man would force her to stop after that? And once her hands and lips were on him, all restraint was gone. He’d lost all desire to do anything but indulge in the sensations she was invoking within him.
I’m such a fucking shit.
He watched as she embraced his brother and he had no words to describe how sorry he was so he said nothing more. He looked up at met his brother’s gaze and there was a look in Dane’s eyes, one that said he had something in mind.
Graham’s eyes went back to the woman and then up to Dane’s. Dane’s eyes dropped and he began to whisper something in the woman’s ear. Graham couldn’t hear what was being said; she attempted to pull away from him, but then settled in his arms and her body relaxed. After a moment, she took a hesitant look over her shoulder at him.
“This is Genevieve.”
A forced smile touched her lips and she nodded toward him. “Hi.” Her voice was shaky; it was painfully apparent she was a nervous wreck. His heart went out to her.
What in the hell is Dane up to?
“I’m so sorry, Genevieve. I’m an ass, you just took me by surprise. But that doesn’t excuse what I did. Errr. Well, didn’t do. I’m sorry.” He stepped toward her and was about to touch her shoulder, thought twice and lowered his hand. Her green eyes took every inch of his body in.
It was his turn to feel nervous and he could feel the heat creeping up his neck and to his face.
He looked up questioningly at his brother, who grinned and shrugged. That didn’t help him.
At his brother’s urging, Genevieve turned in his arms so she was facing him full on, allowing his eyes to feast on every inch of her body. His brother wrapped his arms around her waist and nuzzled the side of her neck. She closed her eyes and sighed softly.
“It’ll be okay. Only what you want to do,” Dane whispered to her just loud enough for Graham to hear.
If things were awkward before, they were twice as awkward now. Graham cleared his throat and made an attempt to brush past them, to escape to his room, but a dainty hand shot out, grasping his forearm, keeping him from leaving.
He looked down at her hand, his eyes beginning at her perfectly manicured fingernails and travelling up until his eyes met hers. She chewed at her lower lip, forcing his eyes to look longingly at her lush lips.