Double Heat [Twin Ties: 3] by Lynn Kelling Read Free Book Online Page B

was also a living, breathing demonstration of how literally screwed he’d likely be while Brennan was gone.
    It seemed Brennan’s anxiousness concerning his impending trip was gone. Privately, perhaps selfishly, Evan was jealous of such easy relief. But Evan was glad to see his brother having a good time, especially after the intense worry he’d displayed earlier in the night. There were no more furrows in his brow, or tightness in his mouth. He was straddling Alek’s naked body, kneeling on either side of Alek’s chest while Alek used his mouth as well as one hand to work Brennan’s cock. Brennan had tight hold of the headboard, his back curved in a graceful line as he succumbed to the need to thrust between Alek’s lips, which wrapped his shaft, Alek’s fingers twisting on it near the root. Luka, who was still completely dressed, knelt behind Brennan, straddling Alek. The first two fingers of his left hand were buried to the last knuckle in Brennan’s ass while, with his other hand, Luka alternately caressed the side of Alek’s jaw and Brennan’s undulating body.
    Luka pumped his hand, nestled in Brennan’s clenched orifice. Evan watched Luka’s hand move, and could almost feel the sensations provoked in Brennan’s body. They weren’t letting him find a rhythm, trapping him between mouth and hand, impaled and sheathed at the same time. Alek would take Brennan’s cock into his mouth, down to the hilt, and at the same time, Luka would follow Brennan’s thrust forward, pushing inward and making him gasp small cries. Then they’d both pull back at the same time, and Evan would see his brother quiver, anticipating more, always.
    Evan knew the feeling.
    Brennan’s skin glistened in the dim light. His blond hair, grown longer than ever, had darker roots showing, but around his face it was plastered to him in damp tendrils. His lips were flushed dark, licked moist. His entire body was suffused with a pink tint under his freckles from all of the stimulation. The oddest thing for Evan about watching Brennan make love was the knowledge that he looked the same way in intimate moments. To be able to walk a circle around an exact replica image of yourself, lost in the throes of passion, getting fucked, violated, and stimulated, was both fascinating and intensely disturbing.
    There had been an amused smirk on Brennan’s face when they’d begun, as he’d stripped Alek before peeling off his own clothes, making a show of it to turn Alek on. By the time Brennan was stepping out of his pants, Alek had been hard and ready for him, so Brennan had seemed to take great pleasure in climbing Alek’s body before taking his mouth with vigor. But, the longer it went on, the more frayed the edges of Brennan’s control became due to the incessant probing of Luka’s fingers prying at his opening while Alek teased with tongue, lips, and fingertips. Brennan whimpered and moaned, breathless and restless. His head would fall back on his shoulders, or forward. His hand would claw around the back of his head as he tried to push his hair out of his face. The muscles of his buttocks would clench tightly.
    Alek, probably growing more comfortable with the pace and positioning, resorted to letting Brennan push and move at his own speed. Hands freed, Alek reached around with both of them to palm Brennan’s ass, spreading it wide for Luka to gain greater access. Brennan made a soft, plaintive sound, head bowed, as Luka fed him a third digit, watching Brennan’s slender body take it and stretch to accommodate it. Leaning forward as the fingers pushed deeper, curling his body around Alek’s head and simultaneously sticking out his ass for Luka, Brennan moaned sharply. Luka’s hand reached its farthest, and he pivoted his wrist, twisting and pulling at Brennan’s inner walls. Snapping his hips, Brennan took Alek’s mouth faster and more shallowly, starting to curse, muttering, “God, fuck, damn it....”
    Holding the back of Alek’s head,