“Are you going to throw the first punch, or do I have to do all the work, dipshit?” Ryker yelled.

  Ryker peeled off his shirt, and my tongue swabbed nervously over my bottom lip. I hadn’t seen Ryker shirtless since before they sent him away. Corded muscles flexed, and I chewed on the inside of my cheek as I followed his movements. His dress slacks sat low on his sculpted hips, giving way to the perfectly carved V that stopped at the band of his boxers. The twins never dressed the way father liked, but seeing them in dress pants that fit snug around their legs was something I could have gotten used to. Ryker paced back and forth as he waited for Connor to throw the first punch, and my gaze dropped to his legs. Ryker was born bowlegged, but it went unnoticed most of the time because he wore baggy cargo pants.

  “I bet you fight like you fuck. Pathetic,” Warren shouted from behind me.

  Connor turned around to say something, but a hard blow to his face cut off his ability to speak. He tumbled backward, and Warren covered my eyes as Ryker gifted him two more punches. I jumped with each blow, and then silence fell over us. Warren removed his hands and my eyes met Ryker’s large chest. Sandwiched between them, I craned my neck to look up at Ryker, and the wolf’s smile bearing down on me. He grabbed my chin and parted his lips, but Connor groaned from behind him, a string of curse words following the irritated moan.

  “Asshole. I want a do over,” Connor protested.

  I rose to my toes and stole a glance over Ryker’s shoulder. A stream of blood dripped down his nose and pooled with the blood oozing from his bottom lip. He looked like someone beat his face to a pulp and then rolled him around in the dirt.

  Ryker rolled his eyes and jutted his chin in Connor’s direction. “Winner, winner, chicken dinner, shit face. Not my problem you weren’t paying attention.” He turned his attention back to me and anchored his gaze with mine. “I won fair and square.”

  Emotion welled in my throat and I forced the lump down. “What are you going to do to me?” I whispered, secretly hoping he wouldn’t hear the words falling off my lips.

  “You’re asking the wrong twin, little cum muffin,” he said, stroking a calloused knuckle down my cheek.

  A murmur of a breath trickled into my ear, followed by a low growl. “My turn, princess,” Warren said.

  Warren pulled me along, leaving Ryker and Connor to deal with their feud. I asked Warren what the issue was, but my question went unanswered. Crossing the threshold back inside the house, Connor caught my glance, but the call of my name in a singsong by Warren made me look away. Sometimes I wondered if Connor knew this was all one big setup, all for the love of money. He seemed to like and care about me genuinely, and it sucked. I didn’t feel the same way about him. Not when my heart ached for the twins, even though I knew we could never be more than a dirty secret that was kept between us. Nothing more than secret fucks and stolen kisses.

  Without realizing it, we were in Warren’s room, and I followed him like a puppy, lost in my thoughts. When the twins had left, our father had their rooms locked, for fear that a visitor would accidentally mistake one of the doors for a bathroom or a spare bedroom. At the time, my feelings for Ryker were nonexistent, but it stung not being able to bury myself in the clothing that trapped Warren’s lingering scent. He smelled like cinnamon with a hint of leather, a combo that I would give anything to bottle and keep forever.

  I looked around the room. Memories of when I used to hide in here to escape Ryker’s tormenting wrath resurfaced.

  “Sweet girl,” Warren called from the doorway of the bathroom, his finger moving in a come here motion. “Clear your thoughts, kitten. I don’t want you distracted when I’m balls-deep in your sweet pussy.”

  He released the clip holding my hair in place, and my hair floated down past my shoulders.

  He walked behind me and stilled his movements. “Let’s make you all pretty. I want to drink in your beautiful face before I make your eyes water with my cock.”

  Items from my vanity laid spread out on the marble bathroom sink. Warren guided me straight to them, the swell of his cock pressing into my ass as he leaned into me to pick up the hairbrush.

  “Make that face fuckable for me.” He ran the brush through my thick tresses. “Make Ryker wish he was the one breaking in your mouth and not me,” he said, eyeing me in the mirror.

  Only a few items of my makeup collection laid in front of me, the most important ones. My dark eyeliner, blush, and peach lip gloss. He watched me apply each item, and when I was all done, he picked up the large pink hair bow and placed it at the base of my ponytail.

  “Let me see.” He turned me around and ran a thumb over the corner of my mouth before stealing a kiss. “Undress for me.” His words came out raspy.

  I did as told, a wave of nervousness coming over me as he kept his gaze glued to mine. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to be with Warren. Besides a few stolen kisses and lingering stares, we never went all the way. He peeled off his shirt at the exact moment I let my dress float to the floor. He and Ryker were built exactly the same, over six feet tall, with ropes of lean muscle engraved into their chest, arms, and legs.

  The twins were identical down to the last hair on their head, and even our father had a hard time telling them apart, but I didn’t. It came down to their smile. That was the telltale sign. Warren’s mouth always lifted at one corner as it pulled into a slow smirk. A complete one-eighty from Ryker’s, who bared his teeth as a grin more wicked than the Grinch’s split his face.

  Warren toed out of his shoes and socks before stalking over to me, and I had a hunch to cover myself, but his hand slinked around my wrist to stop me. Ryker sent my pulse into overdrive because he awakened the dim fire in my soul with his harsh words and rough touch, but Warren plucked at my heartstrings. He was sweet, understanding, and praised me when I was a good girl. His good girl.

  Chapter 8

  Warren

  As Vy lowered to her knees, Ryker came sauntering in and closed the door behind him. He’d showered and changed. A pair of thin joggers sat low on his hips, with no boxer band in sight. The bare soles of his feet hushed across the carpet and he stood behind Vy, his eyes fixated on my throbbing cock.

  “Join our sister, baby bro,” I said, fisting my aching dick from base to tip, inches from Vy’s pretty, plump lips.

  He flicked up his middle finger as he lowered behind Vy, and I made sure he witnessed the lecherous smirk sprouting on my lips.

  Ryker wrapped one arm around Vy and used his other one to stroke her soft hair. “What the fuck are you staring at?” he spat.

  I stroked, and let my fingers run over the angry head of my flesh. “Nothing.” I pushed my precum wet fingers past Vy’s lips. “Just admiring my girl and my bitch on their knees. Together.”

  “You have to fuck me to make me your bitch. Which you’ve never done.”

  I released my hand and threaded the soft strands of Vy’s hair. “Never say never.”

  He blew a glob of spit into the slits of his fingers, and Vy whimpered as he played with her pussy. It turned me the fuck on, seeing him work her heat like he owned it. I could have blown my load right here, but I had plans to fill our baby sister up with my seed and make Ryker lick it up.

  “Has my cum-chasing whore ever sucked a cock before?” he asked, with his lip pressed to the shell of her ear.

  She shook her head, and Ryker pinched one of her erect nipples between his fingers.

  “Baby’s first time. Maybe you should show her how it’s done,” I said.

  “What makes you think I know how suck dick, fucker?”

  I shrugged. “Just a hunch. Seeing how wide your mouth has gotten over the years. I figured something had to be stretching it out.”

  Ryker didn’t date, relationships didn’t appeal to him after getting his heart broken by the one person he loved the most. He closed it up, but fucked the pain away with girls, guys, and whoever else made his cock throb. With one hand still tangled in Vy’s hair, I stepped forward and angled the head of my flesh right in front of Ryker’s lips. I knew it pissed him off, evident by the tight jaw silence he portrayed as the column of this throat rippled with each swallow.

  “Go on. Be a good boy and open that cum-catching trap of yours.”

  He slapped my cock away and started to say something, but the intrusion of my cock cut his words off as I pushed it past his lips. His throat swelled up as I drove it farther inside, the wetness of his mouth making my cock ache harder. I stroked Vy’s cheek as her she stared with wide eyes. She looked so damn cute between Ryker’s legs as I hammered his throat.

  Ryker choked and forced my dick out of his mouth. “I’m gonna whoop your ass.” He paused, a forceful swallow working his throat as he struggled to catch his breath.

  “Doubt it. You’re pretty occupied. Ya know, on your knees and all.”

  His tongue forged words, but once again they were cut off as I shoved my flesh back where it belonged. I could have given him more time to catch his breath, but I wasn’t in the giving mood.

  “Taking notes, sweet girl?” I asked as I slid my thumb inside of her mouth.

  I let her pacify it as I destroyed Ryker’s mouth. Gurgling sounds followed by a long thick stream of drool oozed from his bottom lip as I fed him my cock inch by inch. I made him take all of me, my gaze unyielding as I slid a grin up one half of my face.

  My grip on his strands tightened. “You want my load, baby bro?” I teased and shoved my hips forward before pulling out.

  “I’m—I’m gonna—I’m gonna fucking kill you.” He inhaled, eager to fill his lungs with the air I deprived him of. His wet lips trembled, and a row of fresh tears that teased the brim of his eyes rolled down his face. “Don’t fucking close your eyes tonight, you bastard.”

  “What year is it?” I mocked and jogged my eyebrows up my forehead.

  “Fuck you,” he said, the curse hot on his tongue.

  I couldn’t deny the zing of content I felt seeing him discombobulated after working his mouth with no decorum. Sliding my thumb out of Vy’s mouth, I clipped a finger under her chin and made her rise to her knees. She looked so damn precious, with my wet cock dangling in front of her lips. Eyes wide and foggy with nervousness.

  Ryker leaned into Vy and slid a hand around her throat. “Part those lips, slut. Warren’s cock is nice and wet for you.”

  I guided my hot flesh past her plump lips, and a low moan dripped into the air. Fuck, it was heaven. I wanted to rail her like I did with Ryker, but I couldn’t. Not my sweet girl. I had to take it slow, and feed her my girth slowly. Her lips made a vacuum around the tip and I nearly lost it. Ryker brought his hands around and palmed her perky tits, twirling the nipples between his fingers, and she jerked to the sensation. She was so small between us, with me in front and Ryker on his knees behind her.

  Ryker slid his pierced tongue between his lips and closed his eyes. “Show Warren how much you want his attention, little fuck bunny.” He spoke into her ear.

  She opened up wider, and I pushed in. That sweet sound of my cock cutting off her air made my balls tingle, and I lost all control. I shoved both hands into her hair and rammed her little mouth as she suffocated on my girth.

  “Fucking hell, princess. You look so damn good with my dick in your mouth.”

  “Yeah, she does. Sucking your cock like the needy cum-loving whore she is,” Ryker said, his voice hoarse and low.

  It wasn’t long before the corners of her eyes stung with tears, and it only took a few more hard pumps to make them fall over her fine lashes.

  “Who’s my beautiful girl choking on my cock?” The pads of her fingers pressed into the skin of my thigh as tears skipped down her cheeks. “I’m so fucking proud of you. Look at you sucking me off like you were born to do it. My good girl.”

  I withdrew, and I throbbed at the sound of her hauling air into her lungs. I loved choking her out, watching her struggle and wither as I held her virgin gaze. The air percolated with undiluted lust, and my hunger for Vy increased tenfold as a spark of worry swept over her features.

  I extended my hand. “Don’t be scared. You know I’ll always treat you like a princess.” I pulled her up and brought her fingers to my lips.

  Ryker rose to his feet, the hunger in his eyes darker than mine, and leaned in. “Yeah, pretty girl. Warren will treat you like a princess, but I’m going to be the one to fuck you like a whore.”

  Our words jellied her spine, and she nearly stumbled as I pulled her toward my bed. Ryker had the pleasure of fucking her from behind, but I wanted to look in her eyes when she felt my cock deep inside her. I wanted to witness every single emotion sweeping over her face and engrave the memory into my brain. Ryker stepped out of his joggers, the bulb of his dick hot and dripping at the tip.

  Carnal desire washed over me with an urge to taste the precum running down his shaft, but I squashed my excitement instead. An unexpected yelp pushed past Vy’s lips as Ryker lifted her into the air. He followed behind me and I pulled back the sheets. Vy whimpered in Ryker’s arms, her folds growing wetter by the second. I loved the way he held her. He had her propped up on his shoulder with her legs pried open and pussy lips on display. My palms burned hot as I stroked from base to tip.

  “Give her to me,” I growled.

  Ryker knew this fuck was mine since he went behind my back and took what belonged to me. He lined up her slit with the head of my cock and gently let her body fall. She resisted at first, her legs going rigid at the sudden pressure.

  “Warren…” she whimpered.

  “Feeling full, baby girl?” I asked, slowly pressing her farther down on my cock.

  She nodded, shifting a little as her walls molded to me. She felt so fucking good. So fucking wrong. Her innocence shined through as she sat idle on my cock and warmed it up. I knew she didn’t know how to ride, but I intended to do all the work for her.

  Ryker climbed on the bed, and settled between my legs behind Vy. He extended his tongue, licked his palm and stroked.

  “Sweet girl. You ready to get the princess treatment?”

  Ryker chuckled. “Don’t let her fool you. She craves the fuck-doll treatment, too. Right, Vy?”

  She didn’t answer, but pouted her sweet fucking lips instead. The hum of the AC kicked on, and I was grateful for the added noise. I started slowly, but that didn’t last long. Ryker pushed her down onto my chest, his gaze rough as he ate up her wet hole. Sucking sounds surrounded us, a sonnet of my fucking and his stroking. A sob wrenched from her throat, and the sound just made me ram her harder. I felt like a monster with Ryker’s gaze tethered to mine, not giving two fucks about Vy’s cries as I rearranged her insides. But fuck, did it feel good.

  “Are you going to take my load like a good girl?” I asked, running my hand through her bangs.

  She mumbled, unable to speak, and I slid my thumb between her lips. The whites of her eyes appeared, and it sent me over the edge. She was on the verge of reaching the peak and I tensed, every muscle in my body going rigid as I lost control and let a hot steady stream of my seed fill her up. An undiluted moan erupting from my throat broke the silence, followed by a deeper moan from Ryker. He jerked off good and hard as he watched me fuck Vy.

  I withdrew slowly and lifted my eyes to meet Ryker’s. “Be a good boy and clean up our girl.”

  “Fuck me,” he blurted out.

  “I will. But first stick that dirty tongue out and make it useful for once.”

  The creases around his eyes tightened, sending a surge of pleasure straight to my cock. Then he did as told, the metal ball of his piercing tickling Vy’s clit as he lapped up the leftover juices from our carnal fuck.

  “That’s my boy. Don’t forget to lick the tip of my dick.”

  He met my words with the flash of his middle finger, and my burst of deep laughter filled the space. He pretended he hated it, but I knew deep down he didn’t. I stroked Vy’s back, and Ryker brought a warm towel from the bathroom to press between her legs and clean her up.

  “What time is it?” Ryker asked.

  “Bed time,” I joked, checking my phone.

  The time read 12:47 a.m. I placed Vy on the side of me and Ryker came sauntering back out with a look on his face. We’ve never slept in the same bed before, ever, so it was uncharted territory. I had a hunch he would walk out and go to his room, but he let out a breath and got comfortable under the sheets next to Vy.

  “You still planning to murder me in my sleep, bro?” I killed the lights and let darkness settle over us.

  “Maybe. But if you start snoring, it’s a sure bet.”

  Vy fell into a deep sleep, her light moans and mumbles peppering the air as Ryker and I both lay wide awake in the darkness. Fighting with the heavy lids of my eyes, I succumbed as the softness of Ryker’s lips fused with mine.

  “I fucking hate you,” he whispered, then lay back down on his side of the bed.

  I fucking love you.

  Chapter 9

  Vy

  The Next Morning

  Lances of sunlight peeked through the dark-colored curtains and I peeled my eyes open. My fingers traced the thick veins of Warren’s large arm, tight around my waist. Ryker lay on his stomach with his arms above his head, facing Warren and I. I let my eyes trail the length of his lean muscular body, and let my hands glide over the ropes of relaxed muscle. His nostrils flared with a sudden inhale, and I stilled my movements. Seeing Ryker like this, almost vulnerable, was something I thought I would never witness.

  I tangled my fingers in his thick tresses before letting them brush over the curves of his face. His features seemed to soften, giving me a glimpse of the guy behind the hard shell. The pads of my fingers stopped at his lips, and I pulled my hand away as his mouth morphed into a sly grin. One look from Ryker and my pulse went from calm to overdrive. He had that effect on me.