Page 25 of The Final Deal

I know what I’m doing: I’ve got both the twins, and now I’m going to push them, see where they really are with me being theirs—both of them.

Zak chops meat and Adrian heats up tortillas in the window. The sight of my guys together warms my heart until I realize I’m sitting out here, waiting for them to return to the table so we can have dinner.

Together.

Without me wearing any clothes.

My nipples are painfully hard, and my inner thighs are slick from more than water as I shift my weight around in my seat. My thighs automatically squeeze together and hips move, allowing a little more pressure to build.

The door swings open and the twins step outside with arms loaded.

Zak quickly averts his eyes when he realizes I’m topless. “Babe, go put some clothes on.”

“No,” Adrian objects, summing me up like the disciplinarian he’s performing tonight as they set plates down on the table. “She wanted to play this game, so let her.”

“Maybe I don’t want my girlfriend naked in front of my brother.”

“Maybe he doesn’t mind because she’s his girlfriend, too.”

“Would y’all shut up and sit down already?” I interject. “Jesus, I forgot how much y’all bicker.”

Both pairs of eyes glower at me with arched brows. Zak mumbles, “Maybe she did need her ass spanked.”

Adrian smirks and sits beside me. He pushes a plate in front of me with two Mixla tortillas with scorch marks stuffed with meat and veggies. Zak slides the bowl of salsa with a spoon stuck in it toward me.

Even when there’s meat juice and salsa dribbling down my chin, Zak doesn’t stop staring at me from across the table. When he peeks up from my chest and finds me watching, he coughs until his face reddens. He blindly reaches for a glass, takes a huge swallow of blood, and coughs more violently with an appearance of disgust.

His incessant coughing eases after he drains his tea. I push away from the table with a loud metallic scrape against the concrete. “I’ll get the tea.”

Surprisingly, neither of them protest. When I throw them a look over my shoulder before entering the house, I find them both staring at my bare ass. And I can’t help the naughty smirk when I return outside with the pitcher as their eyes roam all over my nakedness. Zak adjusts himself again, and Adrian is positively unbothered.

Zak groans and rubs his distended stomach, tilting his head toward the dimming sky with closed eyes. “Man, I haven’t eaten that good in ages.”

Adrian slips an arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer. “Everything was delicious, princesa.”

I smile brightly. “Hope y’all have room for dessert.”

Zak snaps up at attention, ready to say something until he gets an eyeful of boob again. “This isn’t it?”

“Tsk, no! I’ve got your mama’s flan in the fridge,” I reveal as I gather dishes.

The twins push my hands away and grab them from me. Adrian heads for the kitchen, and Zak waits for me to walk beside him.

He bends to my ear. “You’re lucky I’m not bending you over right now.”

I push myself up on my toes and lean over to nip at his neck. “Maybe I want you to.”

We enter the house with devious grins, but the second Adrian glares at me, I avert my eyes to focus on the floor and head for the fridge.

“God, please don’t bring out the flan, babe,” Zak begs. “Save it for later.”

While the twins clean up the kitchen, I escape to grab a shower and fresh clothes. My dripping fingertips graze over my lips that curl upward.

Maybe it’ll take some getting used to, but I think the twins like sharing me more than they want to admit—especially when I act up.

Even better? Zak is slowly letting his guard down enough to see things have changed.

As much as everything is changing, though, I can’t push too hard or rock the boat too much.

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