Wings of the Walker - CoraLee June Page 0,237

the delicious pleasure he was washing over me. As I writhed between the rough tree and his calloused hands, I appreciated this new distraction tactic.

“The only thing I need is you coming on my cock, little Walker,” he replied.

Patrick gasped, and the sound made Huxley pause and spin around to stare at his brother with a wide smile. This was interesting—and thrilling. “Come here,” he urged. There was something sexy about knowing Patrick wanted me.

Patrick didn’t need telling twice. He practically stumbled over his feet to get to me. Huxley moved aside, making room for Patrick, and I stared into the hungry eyes of my playful twin. For five months, I'd been in an emotionless haze, but now that hope was on the horizon, my feelings were flooding back.

“Kiss her,” Huxley ordered. Patrick was more forgiving than Huxley. He kissed me slow and sweet, licking the seam of my lips like he was asking for my consent. I was greedy with his touch, hanging on the edge of each of his movements and pressing for more.

“You’re not going, Ash,” Huxley said again. His voice was grave as he spoke. Desire dancing along each syllable of his demanding words.

I pulled back once more, earning a groan of disapproval from Patrick. “Yes, I am.” Patrick dipped his hand between my legs. Curling his finger, he stroked me with a grin as I gasped.

“You’re not going, Ash,” Huxley growled once more. “Tell me you won’t go, and we’ll give you what you want—what you need.”

I was too embarrassed to admit what his words were doing to me. I felt like a knot that had been tied tight, and the twins were pulling at the ends.

“And what is it you think I want?” I asked while placing my hands on Patrick’s shoulders. In my limited experience, I usually let the guys take the lead. But tonight, I wanted to show them just how capable I was. I ran my hands down his chest then over the bulge in his pants, slowly stroking over the denim material.

“You want us,” Huxley said while unzipping his pants and pulling out his throbbing cock. It was glorious and hard. He stroked it for me then, dragging my attention away from Patrick and onto his graceful movements.

I swallowed deeply before yanking Patrick’s hand out of my pants and dropping to my knees with a thud. The ground was dry and hard, but I kept my eyes on Huxley to my left while fumbling with the zipper on Patrick’s pants. “Are you saying I can’t have you if I go, Hux?”

He stopped mid-stroke to stare at me as I freed Patrick. The anticipation was carnal. Huxley stood still, holding tightly to his hardness while I let out an exhale of hot breath over Patrick. “Because there was a time I might have accepted that. But not anymore,” I said before twisting my head to look up at Patrick through my thick lashes. My body was straining to please him. I wanted to show him that his patience had been worth it. “Now? I fight for what’s mine. And don’t you forget that you all belong to me just as much as I belong to you.”

I licked my lips before lifting up on my knees a little. Gripping the base of his cock, I slid my mouth over the head slowly. Patrick’s want was palpable. I drew him into my mouth with patience, taking each incredible inch of him while Huxley watched. And when he bumped the back of my throat, Patrick let out a moan that made me preen.

“Fuck, so good.”

I moved up and down his shaft, sucking and savoring as he praised me with his gasps. Leaning forward, Patrick placed his palm against the trunk of the tree, squirming as I alternated between swirling my tongue around and moving my lips along his shaft. “Don’t stop,” Huxley ordered in a hoarse voice as I continued to give Patrick's well-deserved pleasure.

I felt his cock jolt against my tongue, and I pulled away, earning a string of expletives from Patrick’s chest. “Fuck, Sweets, don’t stop. Please.” I loved the affectionate nickname that slipped. Hearing him beg ignited me. I’d never felt more powerful, and this was the most alive I’d felt in ages. Instead of giving in to his wishes, I turned to Huxley who was biting his lip and staring at me with his hazy green eyes.

“I’m going, Huxley,” I whispered. “But you’re going with me. We’re in this together.”

Huxley