all right, princess?” Lucas asks, catching my hand in his.
“No.” I shake my head, done trying to cover up the truth. “I’m not. Everything is so fucked up. Everything hurts. I’m sick and tired of hurting. I want to feel good.”
With those words, I press my lips to his, kissing him hard.
I’m so fucked up, my emotions so tightly wound, that my skin feels like it’s sparking with electricity. My whole body feels like it’s vibrating, like it’s going to explode if I don’t release some of this pressure.
Our tongues tangle, and I don’t hold back, attacking him with this kiss. I don’t want to talk things through and pretend everything will be okay. I want both of these men to devour me until I don’t know my own name, until I’ve forgotten everything that’s happened over the past twenty-four hours. Over the past twenty-two years.
“I want you to make me feel something good,” I pant, pulling away just enough to get the words out.
Hands grip my hips, and suddenly I’m being spun around to face Zaid instead. One arm wraps around my waist as he lets out a low, possessive snarl. The sound makes my pulse spike, heat flashing through me. I don’t have to ask him to drag me against his body and kiss me with the same intensity his brother just did.
He’s already doing it.
His free hand roams my body as he kisses me, finding my breast and squeezing hard enough to make me yelp into his mouth. My body tenses at the slight pain, and molten heat pours through me.
I grip the short coppery blond strands of hair at the back of his head, fisting them close to the roots.
“Please, Zaid. I want you and Lucas. I want you to fuck me until I can’t feel anything else.”
He growls in response, hiking me against his body and letting me feel the way his cock is already stiffening at my words. Lucas is right there with him, his body pressed up against my other side as his hands roam over my curves.
Zaid lifts me up a second later, hooking one of my legs around his waist as he moves toward the bed, his lips still devouring mine.
Both of these men are hot as fuck and make no secret of the fact that they love sex. They’re always flirtatious and sensual, but right now, what’s happening between us feels different. There’s an almost brutal desperation in the way they touch me that lets me know I’m not the only one who’s been feeling the strain these past few days. We’ve all been affected by the revelations that’ve blown everything we thought we knew to smithereens.
And I think we all need this.
A moment to reconnect.
To stop thinking and just feel.
To remember that there are good things in the world, and not just a relentless march of lies and secrets and cruelty.
When we reach the bed, Zaid tosses me down on the mattress. I bounce gently as my back hits the soft surface, and before I can press up onto my elbows, the twins are on the bed beside me. Heat spirals between us like wanton licks of flame as they make quick work of my clothes. Zaid unbuttons my pants and yanks them down, and I kick my legs to help him as Lucas peels my shirt off. He palms my breast again, massaging it through the material of my bra, before reaching behind me to unclasp that too.
We both watch as Zaid drags my underwear down my legs, and when I’m completely naked, the two men gaze down at me. They’re both sitting on their heels, Zaid between my legs and Lucas near my head, and the near-matching green of their eyes burns bright with desire as I look up at each of them.
“Your turn,” I murmur, unable to resist running my hands over my own body as I watch them hungrily. “I want to see you.”
Zaid makes a noise in the back of his throat, reaching over his head to fist his shirt and drag it off. They manage to get themselves naked even faster than they stripped me, and my fingers find my aching clit as I gaze at their sculpted bodies.
These men are built as fuck. Not just muscles developed through hours spent in the gym either. They’re in good fucking shape because they have to be.
My fingers make quick circles around my clit as I watch the ridges of Zaid’s six-pack flex, my gaze