Page 23 of Her Irish Twins
“That…” I swallow, shaking my head slowly “What have youdoneto me?” I giggle.
“Given you a taste of what could be always,” Gavin says softly. I blush, heat teasing through me as I turn to lock eyes with him. But when I do, I see how real his words are, and at the same time, I know how true my immediate response wants to be.
God yes.
Because I know what he’s saying. I think we all know what he’s saying, and what we’re feeling, just how we all know that nothing that’s happened between us all is “just sex” or “just a wild time.” So when Gavin says “always,” I know it’s not a line, and I know it doesn’t mean “we just want to fuck you some more.”
He means forever in the way that has my pulse racing and my mind whirling and, my God, do I love the feelings it brings out in me.
“We’re serious, you know,” Ben says gently in that deep baritone. “I mean, I know it’s not… you know…”
“Normal?” I say softly.
He grins, nodding. “Pretty much. But, fuck, Charlotte,” he grunts.
“We don’t know how the hell we found you,” Gavin growls. “But I’ll be damned if we let you go.”
“So don’t,” I whisper, biting my lip.
“Done,” Ben purrs. “Done and done.”
I sink into them, melting into Ben’s lips and kissing him deeply before I pull away and roll over to face Gavin. I grin at him, leaning close to kiss him too as his brother nestled in at my back. The first glow of morning is cresting outside the window, but the three of us start to close our eyes to sink back to sleep.
…That is, until both men suddenly stiffen and sit bolt upright in bed.
“What—”
The two of them suddenly grab me and roll us onto the floor to one side of the bed,justas the door to the loft smashes in. Ben roars, lunging for the side table and yanking it over with a crash, both of their guns clatter to the floor, and my heart leaps into my throat as they grab them up, give each other a hard look, and then turn to me.
“Whatever happens, baby,” Gavin hisses as the sound ofseveralmen yelling and piling into the loft drowns over us. “Whatever happens, know that we—”
Shots ring out, and the wall behind us is suddenly peppered with holes. The window shatters, and I scream as the two of them lunge over me, protecting me with their own bodies.
“You Irish fucks!” A thick Russian accent roars out. “You want to die like dogs on the floor, or stand up and face your deaths with—”
Ben suddenly pops up from behind the bed and blasts off a bunch of rounds from his gun before ducking back down. I hear two men scream and then the heavy sound of bodies hitting the floor, and my heart leaps into my throat.
“How bad,” Gavin hisses at his brother.
“I got two,” Ben grunts back. His jaw tightens. “Just about fourteen to go.”
My heart sinks, and Gavin’s eyes harden.
“Oh, is that all?” he spits back in cold sarcasm.
“Counting to three!” The Russian guy yells. “You come out now, and we’ll just kill you. You make us wait, and I’ll keep you alive just long enough to watch every single one of my guys have a turn with your pretty little—”
He doesn’t even finish before both of them are up and roaring, firing away with savageness on their face before they’re out of ammo and drop back down. The Russians open back up, bullets hissing over our heads, and sending explosions of down and cotton from the bed up into the air before the firing stops again.
“That’s it, you fucks! One!” The Russian yells out.
The two of them look at me, their eyes hard.
“Whatever happens, baby,” Ben whispers.
“Please don’t say it,” I say softly, tears welling in the corners of my eyes. “Please don’t—”
“Two!”