Chapter 42

Winnie

“I should probably head home,” I mumble in a tired voice. It’s already dark, and I can barely keep my eyes open. “I can come over tomorrow if you want me to, though.”

“Or you can stay the night,” Mark suggests. His arm brushes against my cheek as he

moves to turn off the TV.

Damn it.

Why is he sitting so close?

I’ve been holding back from leaning against him for the past hour. It would be nice since I’m tired, and he is RIGHT there, but he is

also shirtless for some reason.

It’s kind of making me keep my distance…

“Mhm, it would be nice if you stayed over,”

Jake says from the other side of the couch.

“Agreed,” Mark peers down at me. Unlike

Tobias, the twins are blue-eyed and have darker hair. “We could have a sleepover party, like one of those we used to have in

the past.”

“Sleepover party?” I repeat those words and glance between Mark and Jake in confusion. “You do realize we aren’t kids anymore, right? It would be weird if I stayed over!”

“Only if you made it weird,” Mark shrugs.

“Well…” maybe he is right? “I suppose I could take the guestroom.”

“Great,” Mark says. “We are also staying in the guest room since it’s the largest bed in

the house.”

Do the twins share a bed? Hot. But that isn’t

the point! “Oh, then I take the couch, I guess?”

“Nonsense,” Mark smiles at me. “You

should be sharing the bed with us. It’s more

comfortable than the couch.”

A short, unexpected laugh bursts from me.”

You’re both grown-ass men, and I’m a

woman!”

“And?” Jake grunts. He is blinking as if he is

failing to see the problem. “I don’t

understand the issue.”

“I don’t see the issue here either,” Mark

thoughtfully scratches himself under his

chin. “We are childhood friends, and it’s not

like you think of us as attractive or anything, right?”

I gulp but try not to let it show. The truth is that I’ve never thought of Mark and Jake as sexy, but it seems my body has decided to see them in a different light tonight.

They are both fine men. Tanned from the sun, and muscles for days. They are both drool-worthy, and something dark is gleaming in their eyes-something that looks like heat. It takes my breath away.

Surely I must be imagining it.

There is no way Mark and Jake want me. Yet they look at me like they want to slide their hands over my hot skin and kiss every inch of my body. My body hums at the thought, and the buzz grows louder the longer we

remain motionless.

my heart is slamming against my ribcage. “I suppose one last sleepover would be nice, but it will

both stand up from the couch. I try not

a pervert-I repeat that mantra over and over

Oh my god.

They.

Are.

Ripped.

voice comes out strange

uneven. “Are you all right?”

staring at

leads down into his sweat

low on his hips.

ask. “You seem… weird.

you out,” Mark teases, making me

back at him, but my comeback never comes.

he is built. Did I enter a porno

have I never noticed Jake and Mark have such beautiful bodies before? I must

too interested in Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me

twins.

time to stay here

then laugh in surprise when I’m lifted

lips. I’m unsure where to place my hands, but eventually, they wind

forward.

something else. “Remember when we won that

fight?”

it was fun!” I smile

memory.

was…..” Jake

fingers through his dark hair. He doesn’t mind.

bulging as he climbs the stairs. It sends shivers racing through me. Is it

I am now.

my v-card. My friends all think I’ve already done it. Why? Because I’ve lied to some of them, said I’ve had sex, but in reality? I’ve never even

pair of strong hands-Mark. He is kneeling in the bed and

solid.

him, but the words get lost in my mouth

me. It speeds up

hugged many times before,

never felt like this.

wanting it to be

will sooner or later find

I realize this

had a respective

the

pressed to Mark’s chest, and I can hear his heart’s hurried,

let me

thinking it might make the moment

back, joining the part. “You’re wearing

breathless. He moves

I’m sandwiched

unexpected butterflies

intimate

at all. Both of

for Christ’s

cherry, and playful as I usually

on a movie?”

murmurs,

my shirt

in and out.

Mark yawns and pulls me

gets buried in the cleft between his pecs. He smells like wood and leather, and the scent is addictive.

flex and tense under my touch, yet I’m not called out, nor does he

I stifle a laugh when Jake bumps me with his nose. “You really

this?”

are

stare when they both sit up to pull down their sweatpants. Okay. I did NOT expect that to happen. Just

guys drunk?” I blurt out.

an eyebrow. “Why?”

don’t drink…” Jake mutters and places his hand on his chest. There is a slight color on his cheeks. “I’m trying to stay away

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