be thinking the same thing. Her eyes dance to mine, our stares tangled and caught. Pale skin is framed by her red hair, freckles a faint splattering of pinpoint color across the bridge of her nose. They’ve always driven me wild.
And that mouth of hers, the one that drops me to my knees every time she opens it on a moan, the same pink, pouty lips that shimmer with spit when they’re wrapped around my cock, they scowl at me now because she knows why I brought her here.
This isn’t us.
We’re not flowers and string instruments, candles and cocktails. We’re not anything official because I’m bound to my twin brother and she’s bound to a marriage she doesn’t want.
Instead we’re dirty and wrong. Three sinners who spend our hours sweaty and writhing, a tangle of limbs and bodies all thrusting and biting, licking and sucking, kissing and clawing without giving the first fuck that in every way that matters, it’s forbidden.
How many times have I stared at her beautiful body, my hand pumping my cock while she rode Damon’s face? How many times has my tongue been between her legs while my brother fucked her mouth?
That was all it was supposed to be.
Until I made the fucked-up mistake of falling in love.
Just like Damon.
Just like Emily.
The only problem is that two brothers are never meant to share. Especially two brothers who want to possess a woman entirely.
“What is this?”
My eyes skate to the scene and back again as I jam my hands into my pockets and shrug a broad shoulder. “Ivy suggested it, but I’m not sure I’m feeling it anymore.”
Her gaze locks to mine. “Suggested it for what? I thought I was meeting Ivy here.”
Brows tugging together in confusion, concern flits behind her eyes, bright and accusing. A growl rumbles low in my chest at the sight of it, my hands fisting against my legs.
There’s no other thing to do than spit it out. I went through the ridiculous process of setting this up, I might as well make use of it.
“I want you to give us a shot. Just me and you. Nobody else.”
Even to my own ears, the words are pathetic, but I’m not a master strategist like Tanner or a smooth talker like Gabriel. I’m as blunt as they come, and I don’t see the point of dancing around saying what I want.
I’m more accustomed to breaking arms and banging heads together to get it.
“We can’t do this,” she says, her voice soft, her eyes watering. There’s so much pain in her expression that it’s driving me insane.
She moves as if to open the door to leave, but I slam my palm against the wood to hold it shut. Emily flinches at the sudden sound, and I brace my forearms at the side of her head and cage her in place.
My hips rub against her stomach, and she trembles. Just like always when our bodies touch.
Dipping my head down so I can look in her eyes, I catch her chin with my fingers and brush my mouth to hers.
“You know you want this.”
“It’s not about what I want,” she insists, her voice fucking breathless and shaking.
A tear slips from her eye and I catch it with my thumb, lifting my hand to my mouth to suck it from my skin. There isn’t any part of her I’m willing to let go. Not her taste. Not her voice. Not her heart.
“You want this.”
Her eyes snap open, raw pain now melting the blue color until her eyes are the depth of the sea sinking so damn deep that I’m happy to drown in them.
“What do you think can come of this Ezra? What will we be? In agony like Ava and Mason every day? Two people who know that no matter how hard they love each other and how desperately they hang on, that in the end there’s nothing they can do about being torn apart? I’m marrying Mason in less than two years.”
“We’ll fucking fix that,” I growl.
“Oh, yeah? And what about Damon? Huh? What about him? It would destroy him if we ended up together.”
Tears leak from her eyes and I kiss them away, my hands coming up to cup her cheeks as her shoulders shake with sobs
I press my forehead to hers and lock her gaze in place. “He was never supposed to fall in love. You’ve always been mine, Emily, you know that. He was only part of this for fun.”
She laughs, the short