Sunlight stabbed through a gap in the curtains, piercing Sophia’s eyelids like shards of glass. She groaned, trying to roll away from the offending brightness, only to find herself trapped in a tangle of limbs and sheets.
“Good morning, little one,” Jake’s voice rumbled from somewhere above her head, far too chipper for her pounding skull.
Sophia cracked open one eye, immediately regretting it as the world swam into fuzzy focus. She was sprawled across Jake’s chest, with Oscar’s arm draped heavily over her waist. The events of last night came rushing back in a blur of heated skin and tangled bodies.
“How the fuck are you so cheerful?” she croaked, her throat raw. “I feel like I’ve been hit by a bus and my mouth tastes like the tequila died in it.”
Jake chuckled, the vibrations reverberating through her aching head. “Years of practice, darlin’. Nothing a greasy fry-up won’t fix.”
Sophia groaned again, burying her face in Jake’s chest. The mere thought of food made her stomach churn. “If I move, I might actually die,” she mumbled against his skin.
Oscar stirred behind her, his arm tightening around her waist. “Lightweight,” he mumbled, voice thick with sleep.
“Fuck off,” Sophia grumbled, but there was no real heat behind it. She was too hungover to muster proper indignation.
Jake’s fingers combed gently through her tangled curls. “How about a shower first? Might help clear your head.”
Sophia considered it for a moment. A shower did sound heavenly, but it also required moving. She weighed her options, torn between the promise of hot water soothing her aching muscles and the temptation to just burrow deeper into the warmth of the brothers’ bodies.
“Fine,” she sighed dramatically. “But one of you is going to have to carry me. My legs don’t seem to be working properly.”
Jake laughed again, the bastard. “Your wish is my command, princess.”
As he shifted to sit up, jostling her in the process, Sophia couldn’t help but wonder how the hell she’d ended up here. Sandwiched between two gorgeous brothers, feeling like death warmed over…
Life was fucking weird sometimes.
Jake rolled out of bed with annoying ease, stretching his tanned, muscular body. Sophia’s eyes traced the lines of his abs, momentarily distracted from her misery. He turned to her with a mischievous grin, reaching for her.
“Don’t you dare,” Sophia warned, recognising the glint in his eye. “I swear to god, Jake, if you throw me over your shoulder, I will puke on you.”
Jake’s laugh was warm and rich. “Cough, lightweight, cough,” he teased, but his hands were gentle as he scooped her up bridal-style instead.
As Jake carried her to the bathroom, Sophia’s stomach did a lazy flip. She breathed deeply, willing the nausea away. “Why did I let you two talk me into those tequila shots?” she groaned.
“Because you’re a fun drunk,” Jake said, setting her down carefully on the cool tile floor. “And because you said, and I quote, ‘YOLO, bitches!'”
Sophia winced. “Please never repeat that again.”
Oscar appeared in the doorway, looking unfairly put-together for someone who’d matched them drink for drink. “Shower’s big enough for three,” he said, eyebrows raised in invitation.
Sophia considered protesting – she probably smelled like a distillery and looked like she’d been dragged through a hedge backward. But as the steam began to fill the bathroom, the promise of hot water was too tempting to resist.
“Fuck it,” she sighed, leveraging herself up with Jake’s help. “But no funny business, you two. I’m too hungover for shenanigans.”
Jake’s hands were already working on the buttons of her borrowed shirt. “No promises,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
The shower’s warm spray hit Sophia’s skin, eliciting a contented sigh as she stepped under the water. Jake followed close behind, his chest pressed against her back, while Oscar stood in front, boxing her in.
“This is nice,” Sophia mumbled, her eyes closing as the water sluiced over her face. She felt Jake’s hands slide around her waist, steadying her.
“Easy there, lightweight,” he chuckled, his breath tickling her ear. “Don’t fall asleep on us.”
Oscar’s fingers threaded through her wet hair, gently massaging her scalp. “How’s the hangover?” he asked, his voice a low rumble.
Sophia cracked open an eye. “Still feel like death warmed over, but the hot water helps.”
Jake’s hands began to wander, tracing patterns on her skin. “I know something else that might help,” he suggested, a hint of mischief in his tone.
Sophia snorted. “Down, boy. I told you, I’m too hungover for-oh!” Her words cut off as Oscar’s lips found a sensitive spot on her neck.
“You were saying?” Oscar murmured against her skin.
Sophia’s resolve wavered. The warm water, the feeling of being sandwiched between two very attractive men… It was becoming increasingly difficult to remember why she’d protested in the first place.
“Fuck it,” she breathed, tilting her head to give Oscar better access. “But if I puke, I’m aiming for one of you.”
Jake laughed, his hands becoming bolder in their exploration. “That’s our girl,” he said, pride evident in his voice.
The warm spray of the shower cascaded over their bodies as Jake and Oscar exchanged a knowing glance above Sophia’s head. Before she could question their silent communication, Jake picked her up effortlessly, her legs instinctively wrapping around his waist.
In one fluid motion, he buried himself inside her. Sophia gasped, her head falling back against Oscar’s sturdy shoulder. “Fuck,” she breathed, relishing the delicious stretch.
Jake’s blue eyes locked onto hers as he began to move, each thrust deep and deliberate. The familiar warmth of arousal pooled in Sophia’s core. Just as she was getting lost in the rhythm, Jake pulled out completely.
She whimpered at the sudden emptiness, but her protest was short-lived. Oscar swiftly took Jake’s place, filling her in one smooth stroke. Sophia moaned, her fingernails digging into Jake’s shoulders.
“That’s it, little one,” Oscar murmured, his breath hot against her ear. “Take us both.”
They fell into a maddening pattern – Jake would thrust into her a few times before withdrawing, only for Oscar to immediately take his place. The constant switching had Sophia’s head spinning with pleasure.
“Jesus Christ,” she panted. “You two are going to be the death of me.”
Jake chuckled, the sound vibrating through her. “What a way to go though, right Soph?”
Their pace increased, the gentle lapping of water against skin drowned out by ragged breaths and soft moans. Sophia felt herself rapidly approaching the edge.
“Please,” she whimpered. “More…”
Water cascaded over them as Oscar’s lips brushed Sophia’s neck. “More, little one?” he murmured, his breath hot against her skin.
Sophia could only nod, words failing her as Jake thrust deeper. Her breath caught in her throat. Jake felt huge inside her, stretching her to her limits.
Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, Oscar’s cock pressed against her ass. Her eyes rolled back as he began to push inside, the fullness almost overwhelming.
“Fuck,” Sophia gasped, her fingers digging into Jake’s shoulders.
Jake chuckled. “Told you we’d rock your world, babe.” His hips snapped forward, burying himself to the hilt.
Sophia cried out, trembling between them. The dual sensations of fullness and pleasure bordered on too much. But god, she didn’t want it to stop.
“You okay?” Oscar’s voice was strained but concerned.
“Never better,” Sophia managed. “Don’t you dare stop.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Oscar nipped at her earlobe as he sank deeper.
Sophia’s world narrowed to the feel of them inside her, moving in tandem. Steam rose around them, but she barely noticed the heat. Every nerve ending was on fire.
Jake captured her lips in a searing kiss. When they broke apart, he rested his forehead against hers. “You feel amazing, Soph.”
She wanted to return the sentiment, but coherent speech was beyond her. Instead, she rocked her hips, taking them both deeper.
Oscar groaned. “Fuck, she’s tight.”
“Damn right she is,” Jake agreed.
Their words sent a fresh wave of arousal through her. Sophia closed her eyes, surrendering to the pleasure as they moved within her.
Sophia’s world narrowed to a kaleidoscope of sensation as Jake and Oscar moved within her. Their bodies created a pulsing rhythm, filling her completely one moment, then leaving her aching the next.
“Fuck,” she gasped, nails digging into Jake’s neck. Her other hand clutched Oscar’s shoulder, desperate for an anchor as pleasure built to a fever pitch.
Jake’s blue eyes locked onto hers, dark with desire. “That’s it, little one. Let go for us.”
His words sent a shiver down her spine. Sophia could feel herself teetering on the edge, so close to falling apart.
Oscar’s grip on her hips tightened as he drove deeper. “You feel so good,” he growled in her ear.
The dual stimulation was overwhelming. Sophia’s breath came in ragged pants as tension coiled tighter and tighter. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, the dam finally broke.
“Jake! Oscar!” she cried out, her body clenching around them as waves of pleasure crashed over her.
Distantly, she heard their own grunts of release as they followed her over the edge. For a moment, the world went white as ecstasy consumed her.
Sophia’s head fell back on Oscar’s shoulder as she gasped for air, her limbs suddenly boneless. The hot water from the shower continued to rain down on them, steam rising around their intertwined bodies.
“Holy shit,” she managed to rasp out between breaths. Her mind was hazy, overwhelmed by the intensity of what had just transpired.
Jake chuckled, his chest rumbling against hers. “You alright there, little one?”
She wanted to smack the smugness right off his face, but her arms refused to cooperate. Instead, she settled for a weak glare. “Fuck you, Summers.”
“Pretty sure we just did,” Oscar quipped from behind her, his hands gently steadying her waist.
Sophia rolled her eyes, but couldn’t stop the grin that spread across her face. These two were going to be the death of her, but what a way to go.
As her breathing finally began to slow, she became acutely aware of every ache and twinge in her body. “Christ, I feel like I’ve run a marathon,” she groaned.
Jake’s eyes sparkled with amusement. “Didn’t realise we gave you such a workout, Bennett.”
“Oh please,” she scoffed, finally finding the strength to lift her head. “Don’t act like you two aren’t feeling it too. I can see you wobbling.”
Oscar laughed, the sound reverberating through her. “She’s got us there, little brother.”
Sophia savoured the warmth of their bodies pressed against hers, the hot water soothing her pleasantly sore muscles. Part of her wanted to stay like this forever, but the rational side of her brain was starting to kick back in.
“As lovely as this is,” she said, “I think we should probably finish showering before we turn into prunes.”