Page 51 of Please Open Me
Lucian didn’t push, and I seized the opportunity to grab the Oreos from the snack cabinet.
Normally, I’d take two and balance it with a little fruit, but I’d already accepted the fact I was going to gain a million pounds this pregnancy. So I grabbed an entire sleeve from the Costco box and tore it open.
I shoved a cookie in my mouth and crunched down. The knot in my chest loosened just a little.
Until Sebastian joined Lucian and boxed me in.
My back hit the counter as I looked between them.
“Cookie?” I offered, still chewing.
“Only if you feed me,” Sebastian said with a lazy grin.
I blinked as I chewed. “Are you going to make it weird?”
It felt like a reasonable question, because thisalreadyfelt weird. Like I’d wandered into one of those pornos where someone hides their dick in a pizza box.
“Everything Sebastian does is weird,” Lucian muttered, reaching for my arm. “Come on. You need rest. Not this.”
I pulled out of his grasp. “Actually, I’m eating my Oreos.ThenI’m going to bed. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”
To prove my point, I held up another cookie and beckoned Sebastian forward.
He grinned, bowed his head, and opened his mouth.
I kept my eyes on Lucian as I shoved the cookie toward Seb’s lips.
Big mistake.
Sebastian caught my forearm and held it in place, closing his mouth over my fingers.
His pierced tongue flicked against the pads of my fingers, slow, teasing, deliberate. I squirmed, my breath hitching, my stomach flipping. He didn’t stop until the cookie was gone and my fingers were wet. Then he pulled back with a softpop, officially making it weird.
“Jesus Christ,” Lucian snapped. “Can you wait until I’m not in the room to fuck my wife?”
Sebastian didn’t flinch. Just licked the crumbs from the corner of his mouth and smirked.
“You’re lucky I didn’t yank her pants down, bend her over the counter, and make you watch how her body shakes when a real man fucks her.”
Lucian’s jaw flexed like he was weighing the prison time against the satisfaction of strangling his brother.
Sebastian, unbothered, sucked my spit off his fingers.
“Come on,” he said, voice low and gravely “It’s no fun if you don’t fight me.”
I shoved another cookie into my mouth to distract myself. Then it hit me: I was already pregnant. What else could they do to me?
I looked up at Lucian, tilted my head. His expression was locked in irritation, but he didn’t push. Not yet.
There were unspoken rules between them.
They knew I fucked the other.
They knew I loved the other.
But we didn’t talk about the details. They were brothers. There were lines. Lines that Sebastian had apparently decided didn’t apply tonight.
He was high. That explained some of it.
