Total pages in book: 93
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 87152 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 436(@200wpm)___ 349(@250wpm)___ 291(@300wpm)
22
EMMA
Before I even open my eyes, I notice how hot I am. Not burning hot, more of a nice and cozy warmth down to the bones, like being wrapped up in a thick blanket that just came out of the dryer.
I take in a deep breath, realizing how it is a little hard to lift my chest, as if something heavy is laying on it. I try to reach for it, wanting to check what’s on it, but my arm won’t move.
Panic has my eyes flying open.
I blink, because I can’t believe what I’m seeing. Yes, they were here when I was falling asleep last night, but for some reason, I didn’t think they would stay.
Preston is lying in my bed. He is on his side, his eyes closed and his lips slightly parted. He looks younger right now, more boyish. His arm is slung around my waist, his warm hand sprawled out on my lower back.
Easton is behind me, being my big spoon. His arm is wrapped around my arm and chest tightly. Like he is bear-hugging me. His face is pressed against the back of my head, his breath fanning over my bare scalp, tickling me there.
I try to wiggle out of their hold, but that only makes them grip me tighter, like they are scared I’m floating away unless they are holding me down. Instead of fighting it, I relax in their hold, letting my mind wander back to yesterday.
Usually treatment drags out. It feels like forever sitting there being hooked up and waiting for the time to pass. Having the twins there yesterday was actually nice and, though I’m not fond of the idea of needing help, I felt relieved when they did take care of me.
That relief comes with a heavy price tag. Because accepting help from them is dangerous… needing them is dangerous. Ever since they found out about my cancer, they have been nothing but nice to me, even when I’ve snapped at them. Still, how can I believe that I can trust them to stay this way? They had my fucking car towed a few days ago, and now I’m supposed to forget about all of that and forgive them?
My body seems to think so, because every time they touch me, my brain shuts off and slut mode is initiated. Seriously, why do I turn to molten lava when the guys have their hands on me? Am I so starved for intimacy that I allow this to happen? Would I jump at any guy’s approach or is it something about the twins that has me in a chokehold?
All of these questions run through my head, and I don’t have answers for any of them. All I know is that I like being physical with the twins. I like them holding me and no matter how much I don’t want to admit it; I like them taking care of me. Which brings us back into the danger zone. Liking it means liking them, and that’s the most dangerous thought of all.
Falling for them would give them all the power. They could use that against me. No one can hurt you more than a person you love. Whatever I do, I can’t be falling in love with them.
Easton stirs behind me, snapping me out of my thoughts. He mumbles something incoherent before grinding his hardening cock against my ass. Immediately, my body reacts to him. I soften, my core heats, and I push my butt back at him.
“Mmhh, I want to wake up like this more often,” he murmurs.
Me too. I’m not ready to say something like that out loud, but I allow myself to think it. I wouldn’t mind waking up with them cocooned around me again.
Preston’s eyes open at the sound of his brother’s voice. His gaze meets mine and his lips curl up into a smile. I can’t help it; I smile back at him.
“Emma could move in with us,” Preston’s sleepy voice rings out. “No offense, but your bed is kind of small. Not that I mind cuddling.”
“I didn’t peg you for a cuddler,” I tease, ignoring his comment about moving in because I’m not sure if he is joking or not.
“There are many things you don’t know about me yet.” He winks. “I’m looking forward to you uncovering it all.”
Part of me wants that too, but another part of me is scared again. I can’t let them get too close, too personal, too intimate. Which is really hard to remember when they are so close.
Easton unwraps his arms from me, his hand slowly running over my boobs and stomach. Preston is on the move too. His hand glides over my back before landing on my hip. He grabs me there, and I remember how he fucked me the last time he did.