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)
I can’t remember the last time we had a talk like this, and it’s a little overwhelming. I want to be the person she sees in front of her. Somebody with a good heart. Somebody who does the right things for the right reasons. I want to live up to the way she sees me.
And I want to earn the happiness I see radiating from Emma as she leads the way down the stairs in a new black dress we bought her today. It’s simple and classic, and it goes well with her pearls. I need to find out when her birthday is so we can buy her a matching pair of earrings.
“Here comes the birthday girl,” she announces once she reaches the bottom of the staircase, but it’s Emma I care about. Emma, who looks so beautiful, radiant.
When Dad comes jogging down the stairs, he pauses halfway down, looking us over. “I’m impressed,” he tells us with a grin. “Look at all of you. How lucky am I?”
I’m starting to understand what he means.
He is definitely in a good mood tonight, and the feeling carries through to the restaurant, where he lifts a glass of freshly poured Merlot in Sarah’s direction. “To the beautiful birthday girl,” he announces with a loving smile. “I’m so proud of the woman you’re becoming. Nothing but the best for you this year and always.”
I would swear I’m dreaming. Mom looks happy and healthy. Dad is actually behaving like a human being, not some robot who learned how to fake emotion. And Emma is easily the most beautiful girl in the restaurant. She glows in the candlelight, laughing softly at the jokes we lob back and forth.
Over appetizers, Dad waves his fork between me and Preston. My heart sinks for a second—is he going to disappoint me and say something shitty? “I have to say, I’m impressed with you two. You stepped up in a big way. Believe me, I receive regular reports.”
That’s not a big surprise. Like it’s not exactly what I knew was going to happen. But I can’t pretend hearing his approval isn’t a change of pace. “You thought we’d blow the whole thing off?” I ask with a smirk.
“Do you want the honest answer to that question?” he counters, though it’s obvious he’s trying to hide a grin. “Suffice it to say, you did well, and I’m grateful to you both for accepting the responsibility.”
I’m liking the way this conversation is going and the mood he seems to be in, so why not take the risk? “Any idea how much longer we’re going to have to accept that responsibility?”
“Yeah, can we at least get an idea of a date?” Preston asks.
“Sure, put me on the spot in front of your friend.” Dad gives Emma a private smile before his gaze swings back to Preston and me. “I think we can call your volunteer duties finished at this point.”
Thank fuck. Now tonight really feels like a celebration.
And thanks to Emma, I can see a future in front of me that involves a lot more nights like this one. Sitting here with a sense of satisfaction, feeling like life is finally on the right track.
Because she’s on that track with us.
30
PRESTON
Three months later
There’s nothing like waking Emma up this way. Feeling her body come alive as my tongue moves along her bare slit. Teasing, probing, not going all the way in just yet. Easing her into it, waking her up with pleasure.
And she does slowly wake up, moaning softly, legs sliding over my sheets. “That’s good…” she whispers before Easton turns her face toward his and kisses her softly, gently, while I watch from between her thighs.
I could live off the taste of this pussy, so fresh and sweet, warm and wet. I can’t get enough of the way she responds to us. The way her body comes to life, thanks to what only we can do to it.
Because she’s ours. She was made for us. And I was made to part her lips with my tongue and invade her one lick at a time. Caressing her pink folds while Easton kisses her slowly, deeply, making her body writhe, making goosebumps cover her skin while her legs close around my head. My hands move over the soft, warm silk of her legs, while my brother caresses her tits.
“Do you like that?” he whispers to her, teasing her mouth with his tongue, nipping her lips while he brushes her nipples with his fingertips. “You like getting your clit sucked while I play with you? Does that feel good?”
Like always, her guttural moan makes my dick leak with excitement. The sound is like magic, narrowing my focus down until nothing exists but the three of us in this bed. The most perfect girl who ever lived lying naked and helpless, so my twin and I can bombard her with all the pleasure she can handle.