Dear Double Team: The Matchmaker Series

by Hawthorne, Olivia

  Harrison pressed himself against me and I found myself turning in his arms so I could rub my ass against the thick shaft I felt in his jeans.

  The champagne had definitely made me bold, but the magic of the moment was getting to me too.

  The beats sped up and our bodies seemed to melt together as we flowed and swayed to the bass.

  I turned again and looked up at him, the champagne making the lights seem softer and the room hotter, but I couldn’t look away from him.

  Lights hit his eyes and I noticed something I hadn’t before.

  One of his bright green eyes had a spot of amber, a patch of earth among the greenery.

  “Your eyes are incredible,” I said and he bent to hear me.

  “So are yours,” he replied and his hand slid up my back and settled on the back of my head where he wove his fingers into my thick hair. “Grace got this right, didn’t she?”

  “That she did,” I said and parted my lips, waiting for his crushing mouth.

  He didn’t disappoint, he kissed me again.

  This time he tasted different, not like champagne. He tasted smoky, like whiskey…and his scent was woody, but still that intoxicating musk that I loved so much.

  I moaned and he moved against me with the music.

  I spread my legs and felt the bulge of his thick cock pressing against my soaking wet panties and I realized my skit was pushed up to my thighs.

  I didn’t care.

  I wanted him, and everybody around us was locked in their own debaucherous formations of bodies pressing against bodies.

  I opened my eyes and glanced around and noticed the DJ staring at me.

  Well, as much as he could with a helmet on his head.

  But I got the strangest feeling that he was looking at me.

  And I liked it, I liked him seeing me behave like this. I liked the thought of Harrison kissing me in front of a man who wanted me too.

  I liked the thought of him watching us do more…

  We danced until my hair was damp with sweat and I was hornier than I thought possible.

  I swear, if Harrison had asked me to, I would have ridden him right there on the dance floor.

  I looked back up at the DJ and he was gone.

  In his place was a punky looking girl with spiked blue hair and a painted mask of dark color splashed across her eyes.

  I was a little disappointed, I’d enjoyed putting on a show for him.

  The music kept going, the throbbing beat pulsing through my body and I closed my eyes again and moved in Harrison’s arms.

  I kissed him again and his hands held me close.

  And his hands moved across my ass, my back, and encircled me from behind.

  I realized what was happening, that somebody else had joined us.

  I jerked my eyes opened and twisted in Harrison’s arms and turned around to look right into the eyes of…

  “Harrison,” I exhaled. “Harrison? What’s going on here?”

  The man behind me looked exactly like the man in front of me.

  Identical.

  I could see the differences now though, one had shorter hair, one had an amber spot in his eye, one had tattoos…there were two Double Teams and it all clicked to me.

  The nick name. The unusual circumstances he’d mentioned in the first letter.

  “Double Team,” I laughed and leaned back into the other twin’s arms. “I get it now.”

  “I’m James,” the man with the amber patch in his eye told me. “I hope you’re not angry with me, I meant to introduce myself but when I saw you I wanted you.”

  “Harrison and James?” I asked and turned around, and back again. “Two of you?”

  “Yes,” Harrison said from behind. “It was my turn for the set, so I had to leave you.”

  “The set?” I asked.

  I was overwhelmed and having trouble keeping up.

  I’d like to blame the champagne at that point, but it was mostly the crazy hormones racing through my body, the double desire and double needs pulsing along my limbs.

  “We’re Signal Pyre,” James said.

  “We’re the DJ,” Harrison added with a wide grin.

  “What? How can you…wait, you’re both him?” I asked.

  “Yeah, crazy, right?” James chuckled.

  “We’ll tell you all about…tomorrow,” Harrison said and brushed my hair off the back of my neck and leaned down to kiss me on the nape.

  I practically purred, it felt so good.

  “I’m up for anything,” I replied and closed my eyes, leaning against him while James moved against the front of me.

  I was in heaven, absolute heaven.

  Tall, dark, muscled heaven.

  The music faded into the back of my head, but the bass throbbed through my body like it was a steady crashing rhythm of waves against the shore.

  I felt drunk on lust, it wasn’t just the champagne that had gone to my head. The heady sensation of being with two stunning men in the middle of the crowd gave me an added confidence that I needed.

  The confidence to dance like nobody was watching…especially since I lived online and people were always watching.

  And especially especially because I was dancing with two incredible men. Hot, sensual, mysterious DJs….could life get any better?

  We danced until my dress was soaked and my hair was limp, but I felt sexier than I’d ever felt before.

  When the music stopped I was just getting started.

  Chapter Six

  “I was hoping to stay behind,” I told Sophie at the end of the night.

  “So you can spend some alone time with your man?” she asked, then looked behind me where Harrison and James were gathering their jackets and getting ready to go. “Or should I say men?”

  Her eyes widened in surprise and a smile slowly spread across her face.

  “What’s going on? They look the same! I mean, similar but different.”

  I let her figure it out on her own, she was pretty tipsy but clued in.

  “Oh my god, they’re twins! Hot twins!”

  “Yup,” I replied.

  “Are you going to try and figure out which one you like more?” she asked.

  “I don’t know. I don’t think so,” I replied with a mischievous smile.”

  “What? Are you crazy?” she blurted with a startled laugh.

  “No, but I don’t think I can choose. And I don’t think they expect me to. I think that’s what they meant about them being unusual, in the letters they wrote,” I said.

  She narrowed her eyes slyly and looked behind her again, then back at me. “Why not have both?” she asked.

  “Both?” I exclaimed. “I can’t do that, can I?”

  “Sure you can,” she said. “I’m sure you thought about it.”

  “Yeah, I did,” I grinned. “I’ve been totally thinking about it all night.”

  “Then go do it. Get your guys,” she said. “But I’m leaving in about ten minutes, right after a give a certain security guard my details.”

  “Seriously? You’ve talked to him?”

  She nodded, grinned and it was my turn to laugh at her. She waved goodbye to my guys and made her way off through the crowd.

  My guys.

  I had mentally called them my guys.

  That alone sent a little thrill of pleasure along my spine.

  Was this something I’d been seeking all along?

  Was a woman like me only satiated by two men at once?

  I guess there was only one way to find out, spend time with them and see if Grace had known something that I hadn’t even known about myself.

  I walked back towards the two of them but as I reached the lounge area, the floor seemed to tilt to one side and I lost my balance.

  I began to tip over and my head felt light and strange but a strong hand reached out and prevented my fall.

  “Easy there, princess,” James said and helped me stand upright. “Are you okay?”

  “I drank I thi
nk more than I thought,” I said with a hiccup and my eyes felt as if they were crossing.

  “Well, considering that sentence just made no sense I think you have had a lot to drink,” Harrison said. “Where’s your friend? It’s time for you to get home to bed, sweetheart.”

  “I want to stay with you two,” I said, my words slurring together more than I’d expected them to. I really had been drinking a lot.

  “It’s boring now for us,” James told me. “We have equipment to take down and get back to our studio.”

  “And we’ll feel much better if we know you’re safe back at the hotel,” Harrison said. “I’ll find Sophie and we’ll make sure you get to the car.”

  “Well, you guys are no fun,” I complained. “I thought we were going to have a threesome. I want a threesome. I want to be the filling in the delicious Manchester sandwich.”

  “As fucking hot as that sounds,” James said, “I prefer you’re not drunk when we take you the first time, princess.”

  “We want to fuck you, Blythe. And we will fuck you. But we want you sober and ready for us,” Harrison said.

  I gulped and blinked, thinking about the two of them naked, me naked…

  But they were right, my drunken brain wasn’t able to process it beyond that.

  “Okay,” I replied. “I’ll go back to my suite tonight but I want to please you both. I want to be yours…both of yours.”

  Harrison reached for my hand. I entwined my fingers in his, noting how small I seemed next to him. I loved it.

  James casually draped his arm around my shoulder and we strolled through of the club like that, not caring who saw us or who was taking photos.

  I knew I’d probably be tagged in hundreds of them on social media by now, but I wasn’t concerned.

  We quickly found Sophie chatting up her sexy security guard.

  “Sophie, dear,” I said, leaning on Harrison and holding tightly onto James’ hand. “These hot twins are going to make me the filling in their sex sandwich.”

  Sophie started to giggle and her security guard gave me a broad grin. “Wow, you girls are pretty freaky. I like that.”

  “You’re not invited to my sandwich, security guy,” I said and looked at Sophie. “Neither are you, Soph.”

  She laughed. “You are toasted, holy shit. We’re taking you back to the hotel now, my friend.”

  My guys helped me follow her out to the sidewalk. She kissed her security guard goodbye and our car pulled up just then.

  “We’ll text you in the morning,” James said and leaned down to kiss me.

  I loved the feel of his mouth on mine, his tongue and taste enveloped me.

  We broke apart and Harrison took his turn, kissing me hard and hungrily. His scent surrounded me and I wanted them both so bad.

  But he broke away from me too and they helped me into the car after Sophie, and I held my hand against the glass as I watched them in the window.

  We drove away and I closed my eyes, yearning for them immediately.

  The only thing on my mind was seeing them again when I was sober…and finding out just how right this felt, two for one…double team.

  But somewhere inside, I knew it already felt right.

  * * *

  They texted me first thing in the morning.

  Well, as soon as I woke up at least. I suspected they weren’t exactly up early either, with the late night we’d all had.

  “We’ll pick you up for a late lunch at two,” Harrison texted. “Can’t wait to see you, sweetheart.”

  I responded enthusiastically and flopped back onto my bed.

  I could hear Sophie out puttering around in the open area of the suite. The scent of coffee wafted into my room and got me up and out of bed.

  I pulled on a soft hotel robe and padded out to fill up on caffeine before meeting my guys.

  “There you are, sleepy head,” Sophie smiled. “I’m surprised you’re not clutching the toilet. I can’t believe how drunk you were last night.”

  “Remind me to never do that again, I was ready to follow those two hot men home and do things with them…”

  “What kinds of things?” she laughed. “Wait, never mind. I don’t need to know.”

  We relaxed in the living room and chit chatted about our night and the day ahead of us.

  She was going to see her security guard later on, and then planned to fly back to LA for a photo shoot the day after.

  I decided to stay in New York until I figured out what was going on with me and the Manchester twins.

  “I seriously can’t believe you’re going to date hot twins, and I still can’t believe they are Signal Pyre,” Sophie said as I got ready to meet them for lunch. “You’ve always been my wild and crazy friend, but this is something else.”

  “I guess it will help my social media though,” I pondered. “I mean it’s the best of both worlds. I get to date the hottest guys I’ve ever seen, I get access to all their shows as Signal Pyre, and I’ll bet people are going to go nuts when they see me putting up photos of the three of us.”

  “That’s true. Although there are going to be hundreds of jealous haters leaving all kinds of negative comments.”

  “I’ve thought about that. I can handle it though. Look at my career, look at all the people I’ve dealt with. The trolls and haters and even those freaks who find me and stalk me in real life. The best thing about this is that I feel like living online for the last few years has toughened me up, given me a thick enough skin that I can deal with anything they say about our relationship.”

  “You’re braver than I am,” Sophie said. “But you always have been. That’s why you’re so successful online.”

  “Aww, thanks. That means a lot coming from you…my bestie,” I said and leaned in, hugging her tightly.

  “You’re my bestie too,” she replied.

  We hugged for a few moments until I pulled away and said, “Okay, I have to get downstairs and find out what the hell is going to happen with those hot twins.”

  She smiled and helped me finish my make-up, gave me hair advice, and told me no way on the ill-fitting sweater I’d chosen for comfort rather than fashion.

  I looked good in the end, good enough to see Harrison and James Manchester.

  * * *

  The day was amazing. We went for lunch at an exclusive restaurant where they knew the chef.

  We were seated in the kitchen and I was in awe watching Chef Richarde prepare our meal for us.

  “I asked him to create something special for this date,” Harrison said.

  “I hope you’re not a vegan,” James said, pouring me a glass of wine.

  “Nope, I’m quite adventurous when it comes to trying new things,” I replied.

  “Good to know,” Harrison said and raised his brows at me suggestively.

  “Very good to know,” James added and looked at his brother with a gaze that was filled with plans and promises for me.

  I felt flushed with red heat and sputtered a reply that didn’t make me look like I’d been fantasizing about being naked between them since last night.

  But of course nothing worked. Because that’s all I’d been thinking about.

  Chef Richarde approached the table just then and saved me with his little talk on the various delicate amuse-bouches he presented to us.

  My mouth watered, and strangely enough, I no longer felt hung over. It was if being with the Manchester twins helped my mind stay clear and my focus razor sharp.

  Maybe the adrenaline and hormonal rush that raced throughout my body kept me on high alert.

  My senses were heightened because of my arousal, so everything tasted better and everything smelled wonderful, and the sounds of the kitchen were like music dancing in my ears.

  But the most melodic thing of all was the deep, bass vibrations of the twins as we ate, drank wine and got to know each other.

  It was a meal to remember, but it quickly became just one dot on a list occasions with my Manchester twins.
r />   By the end of the week I’d spent every single day with them, eating and visiting museums, taking in a Broadway show, shopping, dancing.

  Everything you could do when you were courting somebody, we did it.

  Except for that one thing I was dying to do.

  A threesome.

  Or any sex at all.

  They were the perfect gentlemen, and it was okay on one level but drove me a little crazy on another.

  My Instagram was bounding up and up as I’d expected though, it seemed half the planet was as fascinated with my guys as I was.

  Every photo I posted of us together got hundreds of thousands of likes and comments.

  And of course everybody wanted to know our story. To find out if I was dating both of them.

  I played it cool though, I didn’t reply to anyone. Leaving my fans and all the gossip sites to speculate proved to be almost as rewarding as reclaiming the number one spot on Instagram.

  I was back on top, and it was in part thanks to my twins.

  I’d decided after a week with them that I was never going to let them go.

  I just hoped they felt the same way about me.

  Chapter Seven

  “We have a surprise for you,” Harrison said as he pulled his Range Rover up to a sleek, glass building near Central Park.

  Their apartment. I’d never visited it yet and I was excited to find out more about them by checking out how they lived.

  They’d picked me up at my suite in the afternoon and we’d spent the day walking around Central Park in the sunshine. It was after dinner now though, and we’d gone for Japanese food and I’d had a couple shots of sake that left a nice buzzing glow in my mind.

  It was sunset as we drove through the streets, but the sun was gone when we got to their place.

  “I love surprises. Good surprises, this is a good one, isn’t it?” I asked.

  I was talking too much, my nerves taking over my tongue for some reason.

  “It’s very good,” James said, reaching around from the back seat to massage my shoulders.

  I leaned into it, melting against the heated leather. I was chilled in the New York air, but the car was luxurious and warmed me quickly.