Three Brothers: A Menage Romance by Samantha Twinn

Author:Samantha Twinn [Twinn, Samantha]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2017-04-24T16:00:00+00:00

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We Don't Need Complications

I sleep deeply, but wake in the morning with a start. I was dreaming, dreaming — oh my god, I wasn’t dreaming. I slept with them. All of them. What have I done?

Images come to me in bits and pieces, but then the whole night plays out in my memory. I initiated it. I invited it. I’ve ruined everything.

It takes me longer to remember what day it is. Monday. I don’t have work, thank god, but the guys will be heading out, Mitchell and Reid will anyway, and maybe if I catch them I can apologize and explain, and somehow, beyond reason, set things back to how they’re supposed to be.

I fling the covers back to discover that I’m naked. Reaching up I find that my hair is matted and tangled, and when I move, I’m sore in unusual places. Oh god.

It’s very tempting to cover up again, to burrow under the covers, stay here until the house is quiet under midday sun, and then run. But to where, I don’t know.

Would it be easier on the guys if I did run? Are they feeling as awkward and regretful as I am? I owe it to them to apologize. Then, if I need to, I’ll just keep my distance until I can figure something out. This house is big enough that it should be possible to avoid them.

I pull a robe around me and stick my head into the hall, making sure I can get to the bathroom without seeing one of them. When I look down the hall, my focus goes straight past their rooms, to the closed door of my mom and Michael’s bedroom.

My mom. And Michael. How could I have done this? In their home, I slept with my stepbrothers.

The upstairs is completely quiet, but I’m haunted by the memory of my moans and cries from last night. How could I have done that, and in this house? Just doors down from where my mom and their father had once slept?

A wave of nausea propels me across the hall to the bathroom, where I quickly push the door shut behind me. I need to talk with them before I leave but I can't do that looking and smelling like sex, so I blast the hot water and climb into the shower.

If only I could just scrub it all away, and make it all disappear. But as my hands slide over my body, other memories follow. Touches, kisses, caresses. Last night was amazing, and along with regret, I'm hit with an intense sadness over the fact that it can never happen again.

I wish it hadn't happened, but I also can't deny that part of me is glad it did. How could I fully regret such pleasure, such good feelings, not just physical feelings, but emotional ones.

Then I'm hit with the fear of those emotions. If the situation was different, I could fall for them so hard. Any of them. All of them. I could love them.

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