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 cane 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 nce 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 thergest 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


    A short, unexpectedugh 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


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    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.


    “I…” my heart is mming against my ribcage. “I suppose onest sleepover would be nice, but it will be


    thest one!”


    Mark and Jake exchange a look, and then they both stand up from the couch. I try not to stare at their


    abs. I’m not a pervert, I’m


    not a pervert-I repeat that mantra over and over again, but—


    Oh my god.


    They.


    Are.


    Ripped.


    “Winnie?” Jake’s voicees out strange


    and uneven. “Are you all right?”


    “Yeah,” I breathe while staring at his happy


    trail that leads down into his sweat pants


    that are low on his hips.


    “Are you sure?” Jake ask. “You seem… weird.


    “She might be busy checking you out,” Mark teases, making me blink away from Jake.


    I focus on Mark instead, about to quip back at him, but myeback neveres. Instead, I’m busy


    staring at his v-lines.


    My god, he is built. Did I enter a porno or something?!


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


    have been blind or too interested in Andrew to pay attention. But Andrew rejected me to pursue Caroline,


    and now I’m SEEING the


    twins.


    “Well, we don’t have time to stay here all


    night…” Jake bends down, and I shriek, thenugh in surprise when I’m lifted onto his shoulders.


    “What are you doing?” I can’t help the goofy smile spreading over my lips. I’m unsure where to ce my


    hands, but eventually, they wind up in Jake’s hair as he walks


    forward.


    Ignoring the question, Jake says something else. “Remember when we won that chicken


    fight?”


    “Oh, yeah, it was fun!” I smile at the


    memory.


    “It sure was…..” Jake sounds nostalgic, and


    without thinking, I brush my fingers through his dark hair. He doesn’t mind.


    His muscles move underneath me, shifting and bulging as he climbs the stairs. It sends shivers racing


    through me. Is it possible to get hot and bothered from being carried? Shit. I’ve never considered myself


    a sexual


    creature, but I am now.


    I wish to lose 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 touched a dick.


    Jake sits down on the edge of the bed, and immediately, I’m lifted off him by a pair of strong hands-Mark.


    He is kneeling in the bed and takes me to hisp. He is warm and


    solid.


    I should probably point out it’s weird that I’m straddling him, but the words get lost in my mouth when his


    arms wrap tighter


    around me, holding me. It speeds up my


    pulse. We have hugged many times before,


    but it never felt like this.


    Am I weird for not wanting it to be over?


    Mark and Jake will sooner orter find


    partners, and I realize this would be


    inappropriate if they had a respective


    partner. Yet I don’t want the hug to end. My


    cheek is pressed to Mark’s chest, and I can hear his heart’s hurried, rhythmic beat.


    How long will he let me stay like this?


    I say nothing, thinking it might make the momentst, and then I shudder when


    Jake’s fingers run up my back, joining the part. “You’re wearing a lot of clothes…”


    His warm hand prompts another shudder from me. The way Jake is stroking me is leaving me


    breathless. He moves in the bed, shifting his position to lie down, and Mark does the same.


    A momentter, I’m sandwiched between


    them, and unexpected butterflies swarm me


    when I realize how intimate this is. It


    doesn’t feel friendly at all. Both of them are


    half-naked, for Christ’s sake!


    “Umm, guys…” I try to sound as confident, cherry, and yful as I usually do. ”


    Shouldn’t we put on a movie?”


    “I’m pretty tired…” Jake murmurs, and I feel


    his warm breath hit my shirt as he breathes


    in and out.


    “Me too…” Mark yawns and pulls me closer.


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


    addictive.


    A smile spreads over my lips. I like this proximity, and I can’t help but reach out and touch Mark’s hip. His


    muscles flex and tense under my touch, yet I’m not called out, nor does he remove my hand. Oh boy, is


    he really giving me permission to touch him?


    A thrill of excitement passes through me, and I stifle augh when Jake bumps me with his nose. “You


    really gonna sleep in all


    this?”


    “You guys are wearing sweatpants!”


    The twins share a chuckle, and I stare when they both sit up to pull down their sweatpants. Okay. I did


    NOT expect that to happen. Just what the heck is going on here?!


    “Are you guys drunk?” I blurt out.


    “Nope,” Mark lifts an eyebrow. “Why?”


    “I don’t drink…” Jake mutters and ces his hand on his chest. There is a slight color on his cheeks. “I’m


    trying to stay away from calories… for some reason, I put on pounds so easily… it’s embarrassing.”


    “Trust me, you have nothing to be embarrassed over,” I’m taking off my


    clothes while talking because fuck it. “You’re hot and would be gorgeous even without


    your abs.”


    To my surprise, the grumpy guy smiles faintly at that. He is sitting down and looking


    Gorgeous.


    I frown at myself. I’m beyond confused today. Sure, Mark and Jake look good. Toned muscles in their


    bare arms, and they are


    both only wearing boxers. But they are my


    childhood friends, and even if I am suddenly


    interested now, I should settle for one!


    Instead, I’m lusting after both, which is way,


    way inappropriate. Have I lost my goddamn


    mind?!


    Yes, but… that knowledge doesn’t stop me


    from looking.


    Fuck, they are cute. Mark is back to lying on


    his back. He is drawing soft circles over my


    thigh while Jake is sitting. His eyes are roaming over my face as if searching for something. I can’t help


    but admire his tan. It looks like he is months into azy summer.


    I’m almost afraid to lose my shirt in front of two beautiful men, but I push courage into my veins, throwing


    it down on the floor.


    Immediately, Jake’s attentionnds on my breast, and even though I’m wearing a bra, I feel naked. At


    first, I’m nervous, but I feel powerful when I lift my gaze. Jake is staring at me like I’m the most beautiful


    woman in


    the world. It’s ttering and sends heat to


    my core.


    “You’re…” he sucks air into his lungs, exhaling. “Beautiful.”


    “You too,” I blurt out, and then I grimace. “I mean… you both are…” Jesus. Iugh at my stupidity.


    “Okay… that wasn’t what I meant to say… my brain clearly isn’t working right


    now.”


    Mark pokes my leg. When I nce down at him, he hides a smile against my thigh. I can feel it. “Do you


    mean that?”


    I don’t want to lie. I can’t. “Yes… is that bad? “Am I slut for finding them both attractive? They are simr,


    so it makes sense. But they are entirely different people on the inside.


    “It’s not bad,” Mark’s voice is rich but unsure. Like he is trying to figure out something while speaking to


    me, read my mind or something. “You want to see us?”


    I freeze. “Excuse me?”


    “Naked,” Jake says from his side of the bed. He is on his back too, and his thumbs are ying with the


    waistline of his boxers.


    I can’t help but inhale sharply. My heart is going a mile per hour, Jake’s lips lift in a hesitant smile, and he


    delivers a look that says he is willing to show me anything. It’s yful and teasing. A lethalbination.


    My tongue feels too heavy for my mouth. “I… “I let my gaze slide to Mark, who is smirking at me too. I


    swallow thickly. “What is going on here? Are you guys messing with


    me?”


    “A little bit…” Mark’s teeth show in his


    smile. “Is that a bad thing?”


    “Oh, so you openly admit you’re just messing around?” tears are burning in my eyes. “I guess I won’t be


    sleeping here after all,” I can’t get back into my clothes fast enough. Here I was, bing hot and


    bothered, and these idiots were only fucking


    with me. “You have a good night.”


    Jake sits up in rm. “Wait, hold on. That’s not what he meant-”


    “I can’t believe I fell for this. I should have sensed something was wrong when you said you usually


    share a bed-that’s weird as fuck!” I interrupt in a hurt tone.


    Honestly, I don’t find it weird that they share a bed. I think it’s hot. And what they do is their business.


    Also, twins can supposedly have a special connection to each other, but I’m mad and throwing insults.


    Jake grimaces, and I re at him. His facial expression is all I need to know. I walk to the door and don’t


    even bother to look at Mark. He must be wearing the same facial expression as Jake.


    “Have a good night.”


    With that, I leave the idiots alone and m the door behind me. I don’t want to see them again, not for


    months, at least. Not after


    they humiliated me like this… ugh, I can’t


    believe they did this.