Two Times the Trouble Read Online Stephanie Brother

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Total pages in book: 91
Estimated words: 86751 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 434(@200wpm)___ 347(@250wpm)___ 289(@300wpm)
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Next, their hands move down to my legs, focusing on my calf muscles, their thumbs digging in with the perfect amount of pressure.

“It’s easy to see that you do a lot of yoga,” Miles says. “Such strong, lean muscle.”

I twist my neck to look back at him for the first time. “See, yoga isn’t only about breathing and stretching.”

He grins back at me as his hands slide up toward my thigh. “I know.”

As I settle my head back onto my arms, their hands move further up the insides of my legs, several inches past my knees, and though I’d already been getting aroused, suddenly I’m wet.

What if this massage is meant to be purely innocent, and I’m getting myself all worked up?

“Want to turn over?” Max asks.

Now, I’m almost nervous to face them, certain they’ll see my thoughts clearly on my face. Slowly, I turn over, even though they’re definitely going to see that my nipples are hard. There’s nothing I can do to hide the fact; it wouldn’t make any sense for me to lie here with my arms crossed over my chest.

Miles moves toward my upper body, and my breath catches in my chest, but it turns out he’s just reaching for a pillow. He places it under my head, and my voice is a hoarse whisper when I thank him.

My body is aching for them. Surely, they feel it, too?

“You’re so beautiful, Callie.” Miles says this, but both of them are looking at me in a way that makes me feel the sincerity of his statement. I want to thank them and tell them they’re both beautiful, too, but there’s a lump in my throat, and I can’t bring myself to speak.

The two of them look at each other then, and there’s more of that twin communication going on, but I can’t decipher it. When Miles looks back at me, there’s hesitation in his eyes, but it’s nearly hidden behind the desire that’s also there.

Each of the men takes one of my hands and massages it, keeping their eyes fixed on mine the entire time. After a few moments, I have to close my eyes, because it’s all getting to be overwhelming, but when I open them again, I find them both watching me still.

Feeling worshiped by their gaze, I decide to be bold and keep my eyes on them, on their strong arms as they work, on their broad chests and shoulders, their tantalizing mouths, their dark eyes.

When their hands glide gently across my collarbone, my back arches, pressing my chest upward, wordlessly inviting them to go beyond usual massage boundaries.

Miles’s eyes are riveted to my mouth, just before he leans in to kiss me. It’s electric.

When he starts to pull back, my hands circle his neck, keeping him close, so I can taste him again. His kiss turns hungry, greedy even, as he presses my head back into the pillow with the force of it. When he pulls back again, I’m dazed by the power of the lust I’m feeling.

Max watches, his hand stroking across my belly, sliding closer and closer, until it’s nudging the bottoms of my breasts. My nipples may very well poke straight through the fabric if he keeps touching me.

Max leans in to kiss me next, but it’s quick, teasing. “Want a happy ending to your massage?”

I’m desperate for it at this point, and I’m not sure there’s any point in trying to hide it. I grip his arm, keeping him close as I find my words. “Only if I can give both of you the same treatment.”

The twins exchange another look, and Miles pulls back.

I sit up, and now I do take the opportunity to fold my arms over my chest. “I’m sorry for making it weird.”

Max frowns, a small shake of his head. “You haven’t.”

“You’re brothers. There’s two of you, and just one of me. I’m sure that sounds awkward.”

Max’s hand grips my leg, steadying me. “We both want you, Callie.”

Surprised by the boldness of his statement, I look to Miles for confirmation, and plainly see that this is true. My eyes drift downward and find more proof. There’s a sizable bulge in his pants that makes me gulp.

“Despite that fact,” Miles says, “it’s not a good idea.”

“It’s a great idea,” Max says.

“Have you … ever shared a woman before?”

Max, his hand still on my leg, squeezes my thigh. “We haven’t.”

“I don’t want to make things awkward between you.”

“It wouldn’t be,” Max says.

Miles settles on the edge of the bed, near my legs. “It’s not that. It’s that I don’t want you to get hurt.”

Hurt in what way, I wonder? Does he think I’ll get my heart broken because I’m getting attached to them, while they just see this all as a good time? Would I be hurt by having to choose one of them?


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