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He strips off my sweater and peels off my leggings, which I kick off my feet. His hands go around my back to undo my bra, and I slide it down my arms before tossing it away.

“You’re always so fucking wet. What a slut you are for us, Little Fox.”

Us?

Movement shifts in the corner, and I freeze.

We’re not alone.

35

ASPEN

Automatically, my mind shifts to ghosts, but then my eyes grow used to the dark. I make out the shape of the figure in the corner, the tiny amount of light from the sliver of moon peeping through the clouds painting him in silver.

It’s Dov.

He sits in a chair in the darkened corner, watching us.

“Hello, brother,” Levi says. “I wondered when you’d finally decide to join us.”

Dov remains silent, and I barely dare to breathe, wondering where this moment is going to lead. It feels like we’re in a precarious position, though I’m not sure why, and I worry the slightest wrong word or movement will send Dov running.

I want him here, I realize.

My arousal rachets up several notches. Two brothers. Both wanting me.

Levi clearly has the same idea.

“You want her, too,” he says, addressing Dov. “I know you do.”

Levi turns me in his arms so I’m facing his brother. My breasts are bare, and I’m in only my panties. The light is dim, but I know Dov can see me. This is how he’s always liked to see me, doused in darkness.

Levi’s palm slides down my stomach and his fingers slip into my panties. “She’s wet, Dov. She’s always wet and ready for us, though I guess you already know that, at least in part.”

His fingers dip lower, and he pushes one inside me and then a second. I gasp, my eyelids fluttering, and lean back on him. Levi is so strong, he easily holds up my weight. His cock digs into my lower back, and he jams himself harder, making sure I’m fully aware of how much he wants to fuck me.

Levi encourages him. “It’s okay, brother. You can do what you need to.”

Dov shifts in his seat, and his hand goes to his pants, unzipping himself. He pulls himself out, fisting his huge cock. In so many ways, he reminds me of Blake, and the size of his dick is one of them.

“Dov worries that he’ll lose control if he allows himself to climax around you,” Levi tells me as he fingers me. “He doesn’t want to hurt you, but he really wants to know how it feels to be inside you. I told him I’d watch out for you. That you’d be safe if I was here, too.”

So they planned this, the two brothers, scheming together. Maybe I should be mad, but I’m not, because I want this, too. It also explains why Dov hasn’t let himself come when he’s been around me. Why he’s limited himself to just touching me, mainly when I’ve been unaware of it. He’s been afraid that if he orgasms, he’ll lose control of himself and hurt me. The thought saddens me, but also tinges me with fear. Would he do that, even unintentionally?

But the sight of his massive fist surrounding his even bigger cock drags my mind from any concerns. A bead of precum forms at the slit, and all I want is to drop to my knees and press my tongue against that hole and lap him up.

Dov might have suffered a brain injury, but it doesn’t make him any less of a man. Everything about him exudes raw masculinity. He doesn’t try to put up any pretenses or act like something he’s not. Perhaps the things he does might seem like games to some people, but not to me. Levi is more likely to play games than Dov.

I want this man. I want every inch of him, all his damage and danger. He’s been through so much, and I want to take him in my arms and make him feel better. The woven bracelet he made me dangles around my wrist, the tiny heart charm catching in the moonlight.

Using his other hand, Levi plays with my tits, making sure my nipples are as hard and tight as possible. He kisses my neck while he fingers me, using the ball of his hand to press against my clit, so I grind on him. It doesn’t take long before I’m gasping for breath, and it’s not only because of the way he’s touching me. Having Dov watching and touching himself while his brother touches me turns me on, too.

Levi senses my orgasm approach. “That’s right. Come for us, slut.”

I nearly fold in half as I tip over the edge, Levi’s fingers working me through wave after wave of heady bliss. My legs go weak. I shake and tremble, my pussy rippling around Levi’s fingers. He holds me up, and Dov masturbates, his movements growing faster along with my orgasm, his broad chest lifting and falling with each breath.

“You’ll be nice and ready for him now,” Levi says when I catch my breath.