Lawn Boys Page 4

  “Yes,” she lies again.

  “Do you wish he’d put his finger inside you?”

  Her head tilts back and she stares at the sky that’s quickly darkening. “Yes.”

  I push her suit to the side and ease my finger into her slippery opening. Fuck, she’s aroused. I bury it to my knuckle and curl it as I seek out her G-spot. She jolts in my grip when I run across the tiny nub within her.

  “Do you wish he’d touch you inside and make you come with just one finger?”

  “Oh, God,” she groans, her body trembling. “I do.”

  “Would he do it like this?” I rub her sensitive spot with precision. It makes her jumpy and the sounds escaping her loud.

  “J-Just like that. Yessss…”

  My dick aches to be inside her, but with Steph, we’ll take baby steps. I’ll fuck this beautiful woman soon enough. When my thumb rubs against her clit, she moans.

  “Too much!”

  Of course I don’t stop. I massage her until she’s crying out in pleasure. Her body shudders in my grip and I flash her a satisfied smirk. Panic glimmers in her eyes before she even finishes coming down from her high.

  “Oh, God,” she whispers. “What did I just do—”

  “We,” I growl and nip at her pouty lip. “We just did this.”

  When my phone starts ringing with my brother’s ringtone, a sliver of unease trickles through me. We never call each other. Always text. Earlier he’d texted me saying he was going to watch movies at a friend’s house. That he was going to explore whether he likes girls or guys.

  “I need to get that,” I say suddenly as I slip my finger from her. She lets me peel her off me and I swim over to the side before hoisting myself out. My basketball shorts cling to my ass and dick, no doubt giving Stephanie a show.

  My phone stops ringing but then immediately goes off again. I dry my hands off on my shirt and answer it on the second ring.

  “This better be good,” I snap as I turn, my eyes seeking out the blond goddess in the pool.

  She bites on her bottom lip as she stares unabashedly at my cock that is still hard and straining against my soaked shorts.

  “I fucked up,” Aiden croaks.

  Alarm shoots through me. “What do you mean you fucked up? What’s wrong? Where are you?”

  A girl is crying in the background and another guy is talking in soothing tones. What the hell is going on?

  “I…I…” Aiden curses under his breath. “I pretended to be you.”

  My blood runs cold. “Why?”

  “Because you have history with Alani. I thought maybe…” He groans. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Her dad just about kicked my ass. I think my arm is broken.”

  Fury explodes through me. Fucking Damien. “He what?”

  Stephanie rushes past me into the house.

  “I was making out with Alani. Jaime Harrington, you know him, right? Well, anyway, he’s her cousin and we were all just chilling. Alani and I kissing while we also shot the shit with Jaime. Her fucking dad comes down into the basement, takes one look at me wearing your Brown football T-shirt, and grabs me up by the throat.” He pauses to swallow and then I hear him whisper to Alani that he’s fine. “Anyway, he shoved me and I hit the concrete floor. My wrist fucking hurts.”

  “I’m going to kill him,” I hiss.

  “I’m fine. He stormed out of here and told me to be gone by the time he gets back. The three of us are just sitting in the driveway. I didn’t want to call Dad, but I don’t think I can drive my car right now.”

  “We need to go to the police—”

  “No!” he barks. “I said I’m fine. I just need you to come get me.”

  Alani says his name and he whispers to her again.

  “I guess your secret’s out now?” I ask with a small laugh.

  He grunts. “She said she knew it was me the whole time anyway.”

  “That sucks.”

  “It was a stupid idea but at least she’s not mad at me for lying.”

  Stephanie returns outside, fully dressed but wearing the cutest pink cheeks ever. She tosses me a towel.

  “I’ll be over there in ten minutes.”

  We hang up and Stephanie regards me with a questioning look.

  “Is everything okay?”

  “Yeah,” I grunt. “My brother just got his ass kicked by Damien fucking Rice because he thought he was me.”

  Her eyes widen in horror. “He beat up your brother?”

  “Clocked him in the face and shoved him. Aiden thinks his wrist is broken and he can’t drive. I need to go get him.”

  “I’m coming with you,” she huffs. “I’m going to have a little talk with Damien.”

  It irritates me just thinking about them talking. “Fine, let’s go.”

  I quickly dry off before tugging my shirt on over my head. I snatch up my keys and push my feet straight into my sneakers without bothering with my socks. Within two minutes, we’re in my jeep hauling ass to Alani’s house.

  Steph picks at her fingernails wearing a worried expression. Sitting in my jeep with her hair in a messy blond bun and an old college T-shirt stretched across her perfect tits, she looks younger than her almost forty years. The urge to reach across the console and caress her golden, bare thigh just below her jean shorts is overpowering. But I’d seen the panic in her eyes earlier after she came. If I push for too much, too soon, she’ll back off. Steph is skittish.

  It doesn’t take long to get to Alani’s. Aiden, Alani, and Jaime all sit in the driveway. As soon as my brother sees the jeep, he stands up. He’s holding his injured arm against his chest. We may not share the twin sense other twins have when one gets hurt, but our bond is different. I can still sense his feelings. His ups and downs. My brother is the other half of me. I would die protecting him. His happiness is right up there with my own. I don’t want him to suffer or hurt.

  “Stay here,” I order to Steph.

  She scoffs but doesn’t make any moves to get out. As soon as I’m out of the vehicle, Aiden has made it over to me. His nose is already bruising.

  “Let me see your wrist,” I demand, my voice low as to keep the rage bottled up. I want to pummel Damien.

  Aiden holds out his hand to me. I’ve seen enough football injuries to recognize a broken wrist. I wince because I know it hurts. Thank fuck it’s his left hand.

  “At least you can still choke the chicken,” I tease and ruffle his hair.

  His gray eyes that match mine light up. “Silver linings.”

  I snort. “We need to get you to the doctor. I think we should call Dad—”

  “No,” he bites out. Aiden is the softer of the two of us. Wears his heart on his sleeve. A gentle soul. The fierce glimmer in his gaze is one I see on my own face often.

  “Why not?”

  “Because he’ll kill Damien.”

  “I’m going to kill Damien.”

  Aiden looks over his shoulder at Alani and Jaime before pinning me with a glare. “Don’t. That’s her dad.”

  I glance over at them. Jaime is trying to comfort Alani with his arm around his cousin. Aiden is clearly into Alani and getting her dad in trouble won’t help his game.

  I knew he was into chicks.

  He stalks over to Alani. While he kisses her hard, I lean into my jeep through the window to speak to Stephanie.

  “Can you drive my car back to your place? I’ll come get it later.”

  She nods and her worried gaze flickers to the windshield. “Is he going to be okay?”

  “I’m here now. When we’re together, we’re all good. He’s going to be just fine.”

  Stephanie

  It’s late, near midnight, when I hear a knock on the front door. Knowing they’d come back, I stayed dressed rather than getting ready for bed. I’ve been a bundle of nerves since I stupidly kissed Anthony. And I hate myself for loving it so much. In that moment, I got lost. I forgot who I am—a woman twice his age. I let him finger me, for crying out loud.

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sp; With a groan, I hurry to the front door. I’ll have to talk to Anthony and set the record straight. We can’t do what we did ever again. That makes me a sick woman. He’s eighteen but barely. Ugh.

  I fling the door open and let out a ragged breath. Seeing them both, side by side, two mountainous boys is a little daunting. Heat skates across my flesh, burning me in the process. My heart thunders inside my chest. Anthony regards me with hunger and expectation. Aiden stares at me as if he’s in shock.

  “How’s your wrist?” I question, my tone soothing, much like I’d talk to Lacy when she was smaller and hurt.

  “Fine,” he grunts but holds out his arm that now bears a cast at the wrist so I can inspect it.

  I gently take hold of it and brush my fingers along his. I’m not sure why I did that, but it sends a thrill of excitement spiking through me.

  “Can we sit for a bit? Dad already knows we’re staying out late ‘with friends.’” Anthony’s eyes are on mine, curious, as I still hold his brother’s hand.

  I blink away my daze and release him. “Of course,” I squeak out. “Honey, do you want something to drink?” I ask Aiden.

  Aiden’s cheeks turn pink and it’s the cutest thing. He may look just like his brother, but already I can tell differences. Where Anthony is scowling most of the time, Aiden’s features are more readable.

  “Yes, ma’am,” he says politely.

  I laugh and swat the air at him. “Oh, stop. You’re making me feel old. Call me Steph.”

  Aiden grins at me and his smile is just as breathtaking as his brother’s. I give him a quick smile before hurrying to the kitchen. I’m rummaging around in the fridge when I sense Anthony’s intense presence behind me.

  “Your ass looks downright edible in those shorts,” he murmurs, his voice a low rumble.

  I snatch a couple of water bottles and close the fridge with my hip. When I turn, Anthony is leaning against the counter with his arms crossed over his chest. His shorts have long since dried, but he’s every bit as hot as he was when he had his cock pressed against me in the pool.

  “You’re blushing,” he says, a crooked grin on his face.

  “I’m not,” I huff and toss a bottle at him.

  I stalk past him but not before he gets a good, painful slap to my ass. I’d be lying if I didn’t want him to do it again. Oh my God, I’ve been watching Fifty Shades of Grey way too much.

  “Asshole,” I snap and hurry into the living room. Aiden sits on one end of the sofa. I plop down next to him and hand him the water.

  “Thanks.” His eyes are bright as his gaze falls to my lips. It makes me self-conscious and I lick them. When his stare meets mine, his eyes flicker with darkness like his brother’s. Dear God, these guys are too beautiful for words.

  “So, uh, I’m sorry for what happened to you,” I say softly and pat his knee.

  He lets out a pained groan, which worries me he’s hurting from getting beat up by Damien. When I get to the office tomorrow, he’s going to get a piece of my mind.

  Anthony sits on the other side of me and reaches his arm behind me on the couch. Awareness trickles through me. I’m sandwiched between two of the most good-looking guys I’ve ever seen. Heat floods through me again and I’m ashamed of how they affect me. Why can’t I be the responsible adult here?

  “It’s been a long day,” Anthony says. “Let’s watch a movie.” He leans forward and grabs the remote from the table.

  I want to move to the loveseat, but I’m stunned still.

  “Okay,” I barely manage to get out.

  “Do you have any Tylenol or something? My head is killing me,” Aiden murmurs.

  Thankful for the chance to get up, I pop up from the seat and run off to the bathroom. When I return, Anthony is stretched out like watching movies is an everyday thing, with his feet propped up on the table. Aiden is staring at the ceiling, rubbing his temple with his uninjured hand. Seeing him hurting sparks some need inside me to help him.

  “Here, honey,” I coo as I hold out the medicine. “Take these.”

  He flashes me a grateful smile before swallowing them down. A storm suddenly brews in his eyes.

  “What’s wrong?” I demand, panic rising in my voice.

  His jaw clenches. “Nothing.”

  Without thinking, I reach out and push away the hair from his eyes. He closes his eyes and lets out a sigh.

  “Tell me,” I whisper.

  I glance over at Anthony and he’s smiling at me—the warmth in his gaze makes my heart thunder.

  “I…my mom used to do that when I was little and would get headaches.” His smile is sheepish and his cheeks turn pink again. He’s positively the cutest thing I’ve ever seen.

  I sit on my knees beside him and reach up again. His eyes close when I run my fingers back through his unruly hair.

  “Do the headaches get better with massage?” My voice is breathy and barely audible.

  “Yeah,” he grunts.

  Anthony’s gaze heats my back, but I ignore it for now as I attempt to comfort his brother. His lips twitch and then part when I begin massaging him more expertly. A small groan that sends a surge of need spiraling right to my core escapes him.

  Since his eyes are closed, I take the time to inspect him closely. He and Anthony appear exactly the same. Anthony’s lips are slightly fuller and Aiden’s eyelashes are thicker. Anthony has a faint scar above his eyebrow, but other than that they’re identical.

  “This feels good,” Aiden murmurs.

  “You should lie down,” Anthony tells him. “She can massage your head from her lap. The movie is starting.”

  I flash Anthony a questioning look. “I don’t think we should…”

  He lifts a brow. “Should what? Let you comfort my brother who got his ass kicked today?”

  Guilt surges through me. “Come here, honey,” I tell Aiden.

  He shuffles until his legs hang off the arm and his head rests on my lap. I’m still facing him, so I spread my legs and stretch them out on the couch so he can settle between them. The back of his head rests against my pubic bone and immediately sends heat exploding through me.

  “Relax,” Anthony says as his arm snakes around my chest. He pulls me back against him. With both of them touching me, I begin to lose my grasp on reality. My body burns to unsafe degrees and every nerve ending stands at attention. I run my fingers through Aiden’s hair again and scratch at his scalp.

  “This is a good movie,” Anthony murmurs as his thumb skates across my nipple over my shirt.

  I choke out a sound of surprise. This causes Aiden to tilt his head up to look at me. He rubs up against my clit, which makes me whimper.

  “Don’t stop,” Aiden pleads.

  I shake my head. “I won’t.”

  Anthony’s lips find my neck and a ragged breath tears from me. When he slips his palm under my shirt, I let out more embarrassing sounds. I’m so dizzied by the way he’s touching me and kissing me that I’m taken completely by surprise when Aiden palms my bare thigh. His breath is hot as his lips hover over my flesh.

  Oh, God.

  What’s happening right now?

  His tongue darts out and pleasure surges through me. My panties are probably drenched and they’ve barely touched me. Filthy fantasies flit through my mind and I quickly push those dirty thoughts away. When Aiden runs his teeth along my skin, I cry out. Anthony chuckles against my throat and pinches my nipple.

  “Good girl,” Anthony murmurs. “Good, good girl.”

  But I’m not good.

  I’m so bad.

  Aiden sucks on my tender flesh, causing me to tremble. Then, he runs his tongue up along my skin. His palm slides up my thigh and disappears under my shorts, cupping my ass.

  “Uhhh,” I choke out. “This is…we should stop…”

  “We don’t want to stop,” they both say at once.

  Double the growls.

  Double the intensity.

  Double the pleasure.

  “You taste g
ood,” Aiden praises as his mouth teases my flesh. “Can I taste more?”

  Anthony squeezes my tit and nips at my earlobe. “He’s had a bad day. Let him taste your sweetness, sweetness.”

  The playfulness in his words turns me on. When Anthony, who is always so serious, is teasing, I can’t help but melt.

  Aiden sits up and faces me. His eyes are half-lidded with lust and his hair is disheveled from my playing with it. He’s gorgeous.

  “Unbutton them,” Aiden orders, his voice husky.

  I bite down on my lip and fumble at my shorts. Once I’ve got them unfastened, he takes over, pulling them down my legs to my knees. My mind struggles to find reasons to stop, but right now, I can’t find one.

  “I thought you were gay,” Anthony says to his brother. There is no malice. A simple question.

  “I guess you were right. I’m not because I really want to lick her pussy,” Aiden breathes.

  His fingers skim up my thighs and he latches onto my panties. I moan when he pulls them off. I get a glimpse of how wet they are and I’m embarrassed.

  Aiden runs his fingers down my slit and through my arousal, surprising me when he pushes his finger deep into my core. I let out a choked cry. I’m so turned on that when he draws his finger back out, it’s practically dripping with my need. He brings his finger to his lips. With a hungry, animalistic sound, he sucks off my taste. Feral and desperate. It makes me crazy with desire.

  “She tastes good,” he says to Anthony.

  “I bet she does,” Anthony murmurs.

  I’ve turned to look at Anthony, who is breathing heavily against my hair. He attacks my lips with his and I immediately lose myself in him. I’m so distracted by his kiss that I nearly shriek when a hot mouth latches onto my sex. Aiden’s tongue is soft and unsure as he tastes me. It’s slow and teasing. Torturous as hell. I moan into Anthony’s mouth. I’m so dizzied by what he’s doing that Anthony has my shirt halfway off before I realize what’s happening.

  And I don’t fight him.

  I raise my arms as he pulls it from me. As soon as the shirt is tossed away, he makes quick work of removing my bra.

  I’m naked.