STORY EXCERPT

“Where is this piece of human trash now?” Paolo’s question sounded conversational. But she held his hand as much as he held hers and she felt when the heat his body generated had risen by several degrees.

“In jail, doing ten to twenty. I apparently wasn’t his first victim. And he had the poor judgment to come at me out in the open where there were a lot of witnesses who turned into defenders. I ended up with a few bruises, but when the people around me got done with him, he looked a whole hell of a lot worse.”

“It’s good to know there were people there for you when we couldn’t be,” Sebastian said.

“We didn’t even know each other then,” Ginger said.

“That doesn’t matter.” Paolo’s arrogance—a trait she usually despised in men—appealed to her in that moment.

She tried not to smile but lost that battle.

“We are both attracted to you,” Sebastian said. “More than either of us has ever been drawn to a woman, we are each and both drawn to you. Do we have that in common, as well, Ginger? Are you drawn to us despite that one bad experience? So strongly that at least a part of you wants to respond, to see what we can be together?”

Though her belly shivered slightly at the directness of the question, she remembered her earlier resolve. “Yes. That’s it exactly.”

“Good.” Sebastian kissed her hand again and then gently released her. “We’ll take things slowly, then. When you feel as if you want to take us to the next level, though, you need to tell us.”

“That sounds more than fair.”

“Let’s finish our supper, go in and tidy up, together,” Paolo said. “Then we’ll stay inside. We have a large comfortable room with music available. We can sit and get to know each other some more.”

“And we would very much like, before we take you home, to kiss you.” Sebastian’s voice had taken on a deep, suggestive tone that set a flock of butterflies soaring in her stomach.

Ginger took heart in that moment, knowing she wanted to kiss them more than she feared doing so. Enough to go into that water past your ankles? The answer to her inner woman was a resounding yes. So she inhaled and asked, “Not just one kiss each, I hope?”

Paolo grinned. “Maybe two or three.”

“That sounds like a good plan.”  This would either turn out to be the best decision she’d ever made in her life—or it could end up being the worst. She really was hoping on it being the former and not the latter.

* * * *

It didn’t take long for them to tidy up. Ginger had the sense that these twins, like the ones she’d seen in action here in Lusty, operated in their own unique mental space. She’d even witnessed some of them—former Montanans Cord and Jackson Benedict, married to her friend Ari, and Chase and Brian Benedict, their Lusty-born cousins, came to mind—be able to communicate with just a look.

Thinking about that and understanding the complexity of the move to town the brothers Alvarez had just completed brought a question to mind.

They’d opted to have some after-supper coffee, so they were still in the now-tidy kitchen waiting for the cups to be brewed.

“How long has it been since the two of you have lived together?” she asked.

“Fourteen years,” Paolo said.

Because she was watching them both, she didn’t think she was imagining the smirk that made a brief appearance on Sebastian’s face. Even knowing that, she couldn’t hold back her tone of shock at the answer given to her.

“Fourteen years?”

“You seem shocked,” Paolo said.

She felt her cheeks heat a little. Sometimes she hated her ginger hair for the easily displayed blushes that seemed to go with it.

She put her attention back on both men but addressed Paolo. “I look shocked because I am shocked. Most twin men I know have been together for practically all of their lives.”

“But aren’t most of the twin men you know from Lusty?” Sebastian asked.

His eyes gave a separate message from his words. Paolo had looked a bit uneasy with her question. She understood, in that moment, that Sebastian had stepped in to support his brother. She sensed that there was something else happening here, and that was fine. She’d remember to think about it. Later.

ADULT EXCERPT

Ginger sighed as pleasure surrounded her.

Warm water showered down, heating, relaxing, and yet arousing as well. Steam carried the scents of her lovers, an aroma so basic and feral that every part of her body began to tremble with her answering femininity. The heat of their bodies, Paolo in front of her and Sebastian behind her, bestowed a sense of safety and security.

Ginger yearned.

A new fragrance, lavender with undertones of sage, teased her senses.

“Head back, close your eyes.” The low vibration of Sebastion’s voice skittered down her body, causing her nipples to pucker tightly.

Ginger obeyed then sighed again as Sebastian began to wash her hair. He massaged her scalp in a way that immediately spoke of his professional proficiency and his personal hunger.

A truth exploded over her, and she knew that she would never be able to let him style her hair in the salon they were building during business hours, if it involved having her hair washed. She wanted to share that thought, but instead whispered, “So good.”

“Poor deprived baby,” Paolo said. “We have barely begun.”

The sound of his hands rubbing together rose above the sound of water and the sensual, silent slide of steam. And then she felt his hands, soap covered, caress her, breasts to shoulders and back down again.

With her eyes still closed, her other senses amplified. Sebastian’s movements caused his hot and hard cock to tap against her lower back, the touch brief but so very arousing. Her imagination showed her a graphic, and it was all she could do not to moan out loud.

The sound of Paolo’s audible gulp as her nipples hardened covered her in need, and when his fingers teasingly pinched those buds, she acknowledged his nonverbal suggestion with a release of her inner nectar. The soft almost-trickle simply shot her horniness higher.

She opened her eyes and met Paolo’s heated gaze. And when he inhaled deeply, when she understood that he scented her arousal, she had to clamp down hard not to come.

Sebastian’s fingers withdrew from her scalp. “Close.” His soft whisper shuttered her eyes again, and then, mere seconds later, warm water rinsed the suds from her hair. Even the sensation of water on my head arouses me.

Ginger couldn’t hold back the sound that emerged from her. Longing, need, excitement. Is there a word for all three for those intertwined? And then she knew there were two words—or rather, two names. Sebastian and Paolo.

“You’re so responsive to us.” Sebastian kissed her neck. Then he stepped back, and she shivered when he poured some conditioner onto her scalp. This time, his fingers worked in a gentler, more soothing rhythm. It felt as if he was taking the time to caress and care for each individual strand of hair on her head.

Paolo’s hands had been caressing her chest, swirling back to her nipples, giving a short pinch, before moving on. But as soon as Sebastian began to rinse the conditioner from her hair, Paolo turned his attention to her abdomen, her hips, and her mound.

“Open.”

Paolo’s command, and she knew it wasn’t her eyes he meant. Her body obeyed before her mind was there, and with the first silky caress of foam-covered fingers on her clit, her knees buckled.

Sebastian’s arm slid around her, taking her weight. His soft chuckle kissed her ear.

“I’ve got you. Just feel what mi gemelo is doing to you.”

Mi gemelo. My twin. Ginger could do nothing but feel. Shivery, quivery zaps of electric pleasure cascaded through her, driving her arousal to heights she’d never felt before. The sound and scent and sense of the water wove a cocoon around them. The aroma of soap and man caused her saliva to pool.

This was heaven like she’d never even dared to imagine it. She hungered and found there was a kind of joy and a kind of satisfaction in not being satisfied. She barely noticed when one hand left her body. The soft snick of a shower wand being lifted from its perch informed, and when she felt the water on her breasts, belly, and between her legs rinse her, she could only celebrate.

She wanted them to hurry, to dry her so they could go to that magical-looking bed and get down to finally, finally making love….

Ginger’s thoughts scattered as Paolo slid to his knees and put his mouth on her pussy.

There was nothing tentative in his intimate kiss. His hot, wet lips generously massaged the sensitive flesh of her vulva, spreading his silky saliva over every inch of her sex. His tongue explored every crevice, setting off fireworks in her blood. Then he closed his mouth over her clit—that coquettish little trigger that had stiffened and sought his attention—and suckled long and strong.

Ginger cried out as her climax exploded over her. Wave after wave of bliss drenched her, catapulting her to heights of sexual joy she’d never known. Everything disappeared but the water, her men, and the sensual storm that consumed her.

In the aftermath of pleasure, she shook. It took her a moment to understand they’d turned off the water. As if performing a dance for the hundredth time, Sebastian stepped back and Paolo lifted her into his arms and carried her out of the enclosure.

“Taste yourself on my lips, querida. Taste us together.” This kiss was as intimate as the one given on his knees. And this kiss enflamed her anew. She wrapped her arms around him and drank him down, drank them down, parched for the flavor he offered.