Page 20 of Brothers' Brat

Steam wafts from the showers out into the cold hallway. Hayden and Hudson waited for me to head back here before they disappeared into the showers. I lean against the cool concrete wall outside the locker rooms. Anticipation prickles across my skin, an electric hum that quickens with each passing second. I won't get my real kisses until we're back at the dorm, and somehow that just makes it all the more exciting.

The door bursts open. Hayden emerges first, his damp hair clinging to his forehead in disarrayed waves. Hudson follows, a mirror image save for his green eyes. They both sport Hillcrest sweatpants and hoodies, the fabric hugging their broad shoulders, zippers halfway down to reveal the golden skin of their sculpted chests.

"Leila," Hayden's voice rumbles as he sweeps me into his arms without warning. The world tilts as my legs instinctively encircle his waist, his large hands possessive on my backside. Heat radiates from his body, through the thin barrier of our clothes, straight into my bones.

A girl with red hair pauses mid-stride, her gaze latching onto us with unmistakable judgment. She knows the twins are my brothers. Hayden's stare pierces her, fierce and unyielding, until she scurries away, probably to start a rumor that we were fucking in the hallway.

"Can you control yourself?" Hudson asks, but it's rhetorical. He knows Hayden absolutely cannot. He steps close, lips brushing my forehead in a fleeting kiss that leaves me wishing both of their mouths were on me.

"You know," I begin, voice lighter than the fluttering in my stomach, "we could have public displays of affection if you guys would have agreed to transfer to Woodsboro University where people wouldn't know we're siblings."

Hayden's brows knit together, a shadow crossing his face. My mere suggestion is enough to darken his mood. But it's Hudson who responds, voice low and firm, "We would never let you change your last name to throw people off. You're a Hillcrest. You're ours. Fuck what anyone thinks."

I flush at his possessiveness, so many emotions swirling within me. Hayden's grip tightens, fingertips pressing into my flesh. "Are you going to the after party?" I ask, wriggling, trying to get Hayden to put me down. I'm getting worked up, and I can tell by the way his fingers are moving that it wouldn't take much for him to actually fuck me in this hallway with all these people around.

"You are our after party," Hudson tells me softly as he looks around to make sure no one is looking before he lets his hand slide up my jean-covered leg and over my ass, squeezing roughly over Hayden's fingers.

They must be communicating in their minds again because Hayden is following Hudson's lead and we're outside before I even realize that we're leaving the arena. I push on Hayden's shoulders to get him to let me down. Instead, he slaps my ass hard. "I haven't seen you for hours. I'm carrying you all the way back to our room," Hayden's voice rumbles against my ear, his breath warm on my skin. "I missed you too much to let go now."

"Fine, but she's mine to undress as soon as the fucking door closes behind us," Hudson counters, a playful smirk playing on his lips as we navigate the dimly lit path back to their dorm.

Hayden snorts, the sound vibrating through his chest into mine, and I sense the unspoken challenge between them. His arms, bands of steel around me, don't loosen their hold. I nestle closer, finding solace in the fortress of his embrace while the crisp night air nips at my cheeks.

"You stopped fighting with me, and now you're always fighting over me," I murmur with a laugh to let them know I don't hate the way they constantly make me feel loved fully by both of them.

"As much as I'd love to fuck you in that jersey, it's gotta go," Hudson declares as he shuts the door behind us and before Hayden has even set me down.

"When are you going to wear ones with our numbers?" Hayden grins at me because I've chosen to wear a numberless jersey with only the name Hillcrest sewn across the back.

"I could never choose between you," I admit, my voice catching on an emotion I wasn't aware I was even feeling. "Not for a night, not ever."

"You're never going to have to," Hayden says, and I see the gleam in his eye as he looks toward Hudson like they know something I don't.

The floor is cold beneath my feet as Hayden finally sets me down, the room a blur of motion and skin. My breath is nothing but a gasp lost in the rush of air as Hudson slides his hands over my hips, peeling away the last barriers of fabric with a precision that speaks of how much he wants me right now.

"Don't waste any time," I tease, my voice a husky whisper betraying the tremors that ripple through me.

Hudson ignores my comment, his eyes roving my body as his own shirt hits the floor where Hayden's already lies.

I stand there between them, breathing hard, feeling the heat emanating from their towering forms. My hands reach out, tracing the contours of their chests, reveling in the muscle and warmth beneath my fingertips. "You're both… so damn beautiful," I breathe. They're incredible.

"Leila," Hayden murmurs, his blue eyes darkening with something fierce. In one swift move, he grips my hair, tugging my head back with a possessiveness that sends shivers down my spine. His mouth crashes onto mine, demanding, relentless, and I'm lost in the taste of him.

"We decided some things before the game," Hudson's voice rumbles against my ear as his fingers find my nipple, pinching lightly before his mouth replaces his hand, sending jolts of pleasure coursing through me.

"What kind of things?" I manage to pull away from Hayden's intoxicating kiss, my breath coming in short bursts.

"About tonight. How we're going to claim you," Hudson says, his lips grazing my flushed skin, leaving a trail of fire in their wake.

"How?" The question leaves my lips before I can reel it back in, curiosity warring with anticipation. Since Christmas, they've been telling me that they're going to fuck me at the same time when I'm ready, but they've never acted on it. The closest we've gotten is one of them inside me with the other's fingers stretching me just a bit further. They've never thought I was ready to take both of them inside my pussy at the same time, so I'm not sure where this is headed.

Before I can catch my breath, Hudson climbs on the bed and stretches out, a silent invitation written in the lines of his body. In a fluid motion that contradicts his size, Hayden lifts me effortlessly, his hands a firm cradle against my skin as he seats me atop Hudson's hard abs. Hudson's heat sears through me as he flexes his abdominal muscles under my weight.

"Lie back," Hayden commands, his voice a rough whisper that wraps around me like velvet.

I lean backward, my spine arching, resting on the solid expanse of Hudson's chest. His cock, thick and insistent, presses against the slickness between my legs, and I hate that I'm nervous. My breath hitches, anticipation sending shivers through me.

"Good girl," Hudson praises from beneath me, his hands skimming up my sides, a contrast of tender and possessive. His fingers trace the outline of my ribs before settling with a gentle pressure on my hips.