“I would do anything to protect you.” I reach out and draw Aiden into the heap of the three of us. He kisses me, kneeling on the bed beside Van. I break away just long enough to murmur, “All of you.”
They’re my family.
Chapter Fifteen
Izzy
When I tell him he’s my family, Van just stares at me for a second, his dark eyes searching. Then he abruptly pulls me down toward him. His lips cover mine in a passionate kiss, his arm slipping around my back like a hard bar. My heart thuds against his.
Aiden is backing across the room, his feet almost silent, when the two of us turn to find him.
“I’ll give you two ten minutes before we go wreak havoc on some vamps,” he says, smiling easily in a way that says he doesn’t hold any jealousy at all. “I’ll go round up the other guys.”
I really want him to stay so badly that it hurts. I liked having his hands and Van’s on me at the same time. But I don’t want to hurt either of them, so I glance at Van.
“Stay,” Van says. “We said things were going to be different this time.”
“That’s… really different,” Aiden says.
I quirk a finger at him, and Aiden shakes his head at my bossiness before he comes over.
“Keep bossing me,” he teases, rubbing his hand across the back of my pleated skirt. His touch, even through the plaid, sends electric tingles through my body. “See what happens.”
“Promises, promises,” I tease right back.
Van’s face is relaxed now, but he studies me with bright eyes. He tucks a strand of hair back behind my ear. “You wayward little thing. You’re using your wiles to cool us down, aren’t you?”
“Is it working?” I ask. Then more seriously, I promise, “We will get those vamps, and we’ll make sure they don’t hurt anyone else. But...just to make sure the gods are contained...let’s find some calm. What I mean is, we can’t just let our rage take over. I think that’s too risky. We have to approach this as calmly as we can. All right?”
Van quirks an eyebrow. “Do you know what makes me calm, Iz?”
Instead of answering, I lean up on my knees and tear my shirt off. The material slips off my fingers and hits the ground in shreds, and I try to look like being this strong isn’t cool as shit.
Aiden laughs out loud at my ‘answer’, but both of them gaze at me with desire written across their faces.
“This does help,” Van admits, reaching up to caress my breasts through the lacy material of my bra.
I can still feel tension in his frame under mine, in how taut his abs are and how tight his shoulders, even as his hand slips under my bra and his thumb caresses my nipple, sending jolts of desire through my body.
Aiden’s fingers trace up my spine, his light touch contrasting with Van’s pleasurable roughness, until he reaches the clasp of my bra. Then the cups fall away from my breasts, and I shrug off the bra.
“I want to watch you with Aiden for a while,” Van says, his voice dropping low.
Damn, that’s sexy.
“Whatever you want,” I tell him, because I want them both. The order doesn’t matter to me.
Van’s eyes darken in response and I sense that more of his tension really has fled away at that answer. “You really are a good girl, Iz,” he murmurs, his hand stroking across the small of my back as I twist to face Aiden. “The best girl.”
Aiden catches me around the waist, and the two of us fall together onto the bed. I grin up at him just before his lips cover mine. He runs his hand through my hair, his fingers teasing little sparks across my scalp with his gentle tugging, before his hand fists in my hair. His touch is still gentle, but controlling, as he kisses me deeply. His kiss is slow, deep, certain. The tip of Aiden’s tongue teases across my inner lip, and my lips part to him.
Van scrambles up against the headboard, watching us with dark, smoldering eyes.
There’s something about how close the two of them are--how they’ve been watching over each other and taking care of each other, helping each other through the trainwreck that is their lives--that warms my heart. There’s so much goodness under their darkness, even though they don’t see it.
But I do.
I unzip Aiden’s jeans, and he quirks an eyebrow at me as I drag his jeans down over his thighs. He sits up long enough to pull his t-shirt over his head, and my breath catches in my chest at the sight of of his powerful chest and shoulders and the defined ridges of his abs. You’d think I’d get used to how perfect they are, but it takes me by surprise every time.
I drop to my knees at the edge of the bed, and Aiden’s breath hitches with desire even as he starts to sit up. He’s shaking his head when Van says, “Let her.” His voice is low and commanding, and it sends a strange thrill of desire through me.
Aiden looks like he’s about to argue, but I rise and lean between his thighs to press another kiss to his lips. A long, slow one, threading my hand into his hair. My tongue teases into his mouth. I want to show him everything I can do with that tongue. Before I pull away, my breath grazes his ear when I murmur, “Yes. Let her. I want to.”
Aiden wants to do everything for me, as if he feels like he has so much to make up for. But he doesn’t need to carry all that guilt. I want to do things for him, too. He groans faintly against my lips as I kiss him again, but he nods.
I run my fingernails over his lean thighs as I slide back down to my knees. I bite my lip as I run my fingers under the waistband of his boxers, glancing up at him mischievously, watching the desire written plainly across his gorgeous face. When I pull his boxers down his thighs, his long, thick cock springs up above his taut abs. He and Reid really are twins.
I can feel his thighs tense under my grip even before I tease my tongue across the tip of his cock. I wrap my hand around his base, holding him steady as I run my tongue over him, slipping down the sensitive underside of his cock to his balls and then back up again. As I go on teasing him, his fingers fist in the sheets.
I can feel Van watching us, his interest razor-focused. I draw Aiden into my mouth, swirling my tongue around his tip. He’s too big for me to bring in all the way--yet--but I keep trying, spurred on by the way his body responds to me, by Van’s gaze. His thighs tighten, and he bites his lower lip as if he’s holding back.
Van rises from the bed and slips behind me. His hand grips my hip, pulling me to my feet, his fingers curling into the bare skin at my stomach. He murmurs in my ear, “Are you ready for me too?”
Heat flushes my body at his words, and I nod. My voice comes out husky when I murmur, “Always.”
When he steps out of his jeans, his cock bobs in front of his chiseled lower abs, as hard and ready as if I’ve been playing with him too.
He flips my skirt up over my back, tugging my panties down. His movements are quick and brusque, but Van’s kiss on my shoulder gives away his softer side; that’s just Van. I like him just the way he is.
His hand caresses my thigh, his fingers slipping upwards until he delves between my thighs. My body jumps at his touch as his fingers slip between my folds, finding my clit, but my ass presses back against him, wanting more.
“You’re so wet for us,” Van murmurs in my ear, and I know it’s true. Pleasuring them both has left me flushed with heat and desire. He takes himself in hand and the tip of his cock brushes against me. Then, without hesitation, he slides inside. I rock forward, my lips parting in surprise.