Dear Double Team: The Matchmaker Series

by Hawthorne, Olivia

  James’ hands on me kind of helped in that department too.

  Harrison chuckled. “It’s good, I promise.”

  He cruised into the underground parking and past a long row of cars. All luxurious, all fast, and all immaculate.

  “Your neighbors keep their cars clean,” I said as he pulled into a spot on the end.

  “These are ours,” James laughed. “And yes, Harrison is a little particular about keeping them spotless. I like getting them muddy.”

  “Even the Lamborghini?” I gasped.

  “Especially the Lambo,” he replied.

  Harrison rolled his eyes and cut the engine. “This guy can’t keep anything clean, it’s ridiculous. I feel like I’m living with a toddler.”

  “Have you guys ever lived apart?” I asked.

  “Not yet. You know our story, we’re happier when we’re together,” James replied.

  Their parents had been murdered in front of them when they were children. It had been a stupid robbery gone wrong, but it had bonded the twins together in shared trauma and grief.

  They’d been walking to their car after a movie one night when a stranger with a gun had held them up.

  Their dad had tried to wrestle the gun away to protect his family, but he’d gotten shot.

  Their mom had reacted out of fear and anger, jumped at the thief as he’d rustled through their dying dad’s pockets…and in turn she’d been shot too.

  I understood why they were so close. I couldn’t imagine going through such a tragedy. At least they had each other.

  We got out of the car and I walked with them, securely between them with our fingers entwined and our bodies so close I could feel their heat.

  I wondered if that’s why they seemed to flank me when we walked, they were always on guard to protect me, their precious girl.

  As much as it was rooted in their pain, I felt a sense of satisfaction that they were so caring about me already.

  We reached an elevator, James punched in a key code and we began to move upwards.

  I tripped on a crack in the concrete floor and almost lost my footing. Harrison steadied me with his hand on my back.

  “Careful, sweetheart,” he said and the deep vibration of his voice hit me with a delicious reaction.

  The hair on my arms felt prickly and my stomach felt fluttery, filled with frantic energy.

  “I’ve got her,” James said and pulled me against his hard chest while he wrapped his arms around me.

  “Don’t keep her for yourself,” Harrison laughed and stepped towards us, putting his hands on my shoulders. Our eyes locked and as the elevator raced to the top of the building, he bent down and kissed me.

  James brushed my hair off the back of my neck and kissed my exposed flesh.

  Electric jolts of pleasure raced up and down my spine, along my arms and down to my legs and up again.

  And right to my center, the core of me where I began to warm up, like liquid heat.

  I sighed against Harrison’s demanding tongue and I leaned back against James.

  And I was lost in blissful pleasure.

  Until the elevator stopped and the doors slid open.

  “Damn,” I whispered as Harrison and I broke apart.

  “There’s plenty of time, princess,” James said and kissed my neck again.

  I stepped out into the foyer of the penthouse apartment and gasped.

  Across the sleek, modern apartment I could see floor to ceiling glass windows surrounding the living room.

  And beyond that, the lights of New York City winking on, one by one in the darkening evening.

  “Wow,” I said and kicked off my shoes, walking towards the view as if I was in a dream.

  “If you like this, you’ll love our surprise,” Harrison said.

  “Come with us,” James told me and grabbed my hand.

  I followed as if under a spell, up a glass and metal staircase to the upper floor, through a bedroom with a massive bed, and out onto a huge rooftop deck overlooking the city.

  “This is stunning,” I said and spun around, enjoying the almost three hundred and sixty degree view. “How high up are we?”

  “We’re on the top of one of the tallest buildings,” Harrison said. “But our surprise is over here.”

  They led me a little further and I gasped when we turned the corner and right onto a helipad.

  Complete with a sleek, black helicopter.

  “What? Where are we going?” I exclaimed.

  “Just a private tour of the city, then back here for some alone time with you, princess,” James said.

  He was my rogue, his hair was always a little messy and his tattoos gave him a bad boy vibe.

  Harrison was my intellectual. He had sleek, shorn hair with no tattoos and an almost scary genius grasp of most subjects.

  And his memory was impeccable. If James agreed to something, Harrison would hold him to it years later.

  They entertained me to no end, they were always back and forth as if showing off to me, each desperate to impress.

  And it worked, I soaked up every ounce of their attention.

  The helicopter pilot was waiting for us, and the guys helped me hop up inside.

  It was luxurious, the seats were made of buttery soft leather and monogrammed with the Manchester M that had been displayed in their cars and all around the apartment I’d just been whisked through.

  I liked the fact that they came from family money. They’d inherited their parent’s business empire and had managed it well. Their love of music was funded by the investments they’d made over the years, and now that Signal Pyre was such a headliner of its own, they left more and more of the businesses to their managers.

  They handled their affairs in a similar fashion to myself, and I liked that about them. They appreciated my hustle and had already given me invaluable advice on how to go ahead with a couple ideas I’d come up with to use the Blythe Orion brand.

  But that was boring business, and I was sitting in between two hot hunks in a private helicopter taking a tour of New York City at night.

  I put all the boring stuff to the side and let myself enjoy the moment.

  The pilot had a route in mind, and I was able to see all the sights I’d only ever seen from the ground.

  A short time into the tour though, James pointed something out on the Statue of Liberty’s torch. When I’d leaned over him to take a closer look, I’d brushed up against the thick, ridge in his pants and all at once I was overcome by an urgent need to have them both at last.

  I looked up, my lips parted, to tell him something…anything…but he already knew.

  My eyes flitted over to Harrison and he knew too.

  The sexual tension was suddenly unbearable and James dipped his head down to kiss me.

  Harrison moved against me and lifted my hair, kissing my neck.

  I glanced at the privacy glass between us and the pilot and was grateful that he couldn’t see what we were up to.

  It wasn’t that I was ashamed of being with both men, but I didn’t want our love to be seen as some vulgar display.

  I moaned quietly as they kissed me, then somehow twisted me around so I was kissing Harrison and being kissed on my neck by James.

  Their hands explored my body in places they’d never touched before. I lost track of who had his hand where, but I didn’t care.

  It was all so incredible.

  I felt one of them tug at the hem of my skirt as they twisted me between them to switch up who I was kissing again.

  Two hands gripped my thighs and slid slowly under my skirt as we kissed and touched each other.

  I moaned as they reached the edge of my panties and I lifted up to help them tug them off me.

  Harrison lifted the little red silk bunch to his nose and inhaled deeply, as if I was a fine wine.

  “Intoxicating, sweetheart,” he said in a low voice. “You are perfect.”

  “That she is, isn’t she?” James chuckled as he pulled away f
rom our kiss. He lifted his hand to caress my face, while his other hand joined his brother’s between my thighs.

  He kissed me again and they moved up, massaging and prodding until they reached my soaking wet pussy.

  “She’s hot and wet,” James growled and slipped his finger between my swollen lips.

  “Fuck, she is,” Harrison agreed and dragged his finger along my wet heat until he reached my entrance. He prodded and pushed it inside and began to finger fuck me slowly, deliberately.

  I gasped and writhed against their eager hands. James pulled back and looked at me, they both watched me as they worked their fingers against my pussy.

  I didn’t last long, not with my heightened senses exploding in my head like blossoms opening, or fireworks going off.

  I wiggled in their grasp, twisted my hips and ground myself against their hands and fingers.

  James joined Harrison’s finger inside of me with one of his own. Two brothers, identical hot twins pumped their fingers into me in perfect time.

  It was too much, the explosions got harder and the fire behind my eyelids sparked like white heat as I crested with my orgasm.

  “Oh god, you two,” I groaned and panted. “This feels so good…so good…”

  “I want to make you feel good, sweetheart,” Harrison said, sliding his finger inside one last time, nice and deep.

  “You feel so good like this, with your cunt clenched tight around my finger,” Harrison said, sliding his finger in deep to match his brother’s.

  I moaned and bit my lip to keep from screaming their names as I was finally dragged under the waves of pleasure that rocked my body.

  I went tense, clenched one last time, and collapsed at last against the rich, leather seat of the private helicopter.

  I hadn’t been one hundred percent sure they felt the same way about me as I felt about them, but now I knew.

  I knew they wanted me with the same fiery passion that drove me into their arms.

  And I knew in my heart of hearts that we were meant to be together.

  Always.

  All ways.

  All of us.

  Chapter Eight

  We spent the rest of the helicopter tour exploring each other’s bodies instead of paying much attention to the city at night.

  I didn’t get a chance to play with their thick, equally impressive cocks as much as I wanted because the tour came to an end before I could get them completely naked.

  And besides, other than playing here and there, we couldn’t strip completely down with the pilot on the other side of the glass.

  We landed and I thought I was going to tumble out of the helicopter and right onto my face because my knees quivered so badly when I stood up.

  Those guys had worked me hard already, making me come a couple more times with their glorious long fingers and thick, meaty hands.

  But they caught me, supported me and helped me down.

  Harrison had my panties balled in his fist and shoved them into his pocket when we walked back into their apartment.

  “We bought this place a couple years ago and it’s the main place we stay when we’re not touring,” James told me while we strolled through that rooftop deck and into the first bedroom on the second floor.

  I was still in awe of the magnificent view even after seeing it from the air.

  “We each have a bedroom but it’s funny,” Harrison told me, we walked down the hall to a door on the end. “We had this room set up for somebody special and had hoped we’d end up with somebody like you.”

  “Part of the reason we haven’t had you over this week is that we have had a designer setting it up for you, princess,” James said and they paused at the door.

  “This is all for you, sweetheart.”

  The door swung open and I stepped inside, looked around, and shook my head in complete amazement.

  “This is exactly what I would have chosen,” I said.

  The bed was massive and in the center of the room. It was covered in thick white covers with a slinky fur throw on the end.

  The windows were floor to ceiling and were slightly shaded.

  “They’re smart windows, they are controlled by your voice. We can have you added to the system,” James said.

  A velvet chaise dominated one corner and two large, wooden bookshelves filled with books flanked it.

  A desk and media station was set up in the other corner, as well as a light studio and several cameras.

  “This is everything I need for my Instagram accounts,” I breathed out lightly. “You two are incredible.”

  “You’re the incredible one,” Harrison said. “We’re hoping you’ll decide to stay with us here, Blythe. I love you.”

  “And I love you,” James said. “It’s fast, we know that. Grace was dead on though, she knows her clients perfectly.”

  “From the moment I saw you that night I knew I had to have you,” Harrison said. “I knew we both would have you.”

  “I watched you from the DJ booth that night even before I realized you were Tweets A Lot,” James said, his voice thick with emotion. “I wanted you so bad even then. I knew you were the one.”

  “Oh you two,” I sighed and looked around again at the perfect space they’d designed for me. “How could I say no to this? To you? I love you both so much, I can’t imagine what I would do without you at this point. Grace is a genius.”

  Harrison and James didn’t respond. They looked down at me and I flitted my gaze from one to the other, overwhelmed by the lust and love I saw on their faces.

  They took turns kissing me while we undressed each other.

  We made our way to the bed, a tangle of limbs and lips and love.

  Once at the bed, I practically scaled Harrison like a mountain as James nipped and nibbled my neck and shoulders.

  Harrison’s cock pressed against my stomach and I could feel James’ pressing against my ass. I wanted to arch my back or tilt forward and take either one of them inside of me.

  I wanted it so badly that I felt fevered, a desperate fever.

  Harrison backed up and sat on the bed, kissed my breasts and sucked my nipple until I gasped and felt as if I was going to come just from his mouth on me.

  He laid back and pulled me with him. I giggled as I fell forward, but he caught me in his strong hands.

  “I need to feel you,” Harrison said. “I need to fuck you. Get on my dick.”

  I nodded wordlessly and let him lift me, carry me towards him.

  James kissed me again, kneeling on the bed next to us, helping Harrison guide me towards his raging hard on.

  “I love you, Blythe,” Harrison exhaled as he lifted me one last time, then slowly eased me down his thick, throbbing shaft.

  “I love you too,” I moaned as he split me open with his girth. I’d never felt so filled, so complete.

  He grunted and thrust upwards, hammering deep into me.

  I felt like I was going to fall off him as he began to slam into my with more force. James held me steady, his hands on me and his mouth on mine when I twisted my head to reach it.

  It didn’t take long, I was so full of desire and love and the brilliant fire of acceptance that my orgasm burst out of me.

  And this time I screamed their names, I sobbed their names.

  “Harrison! James!”

  I felt Harrison’s body stiffen and his cock twitched inside of me and he joined me as his hot seed exploded, filling me.

  I threw my head back and James kissed my breasts as I came down from the high of my release.

  James didn’t let me wait long though.

  “I need you,” he said, kissing and licking my breasts. “I need to feel your hot cunt, Blythe. I need it so bad it fucking hurts.”

  I reached down and gripped his cock, found it throbbing and rock hard and waiting for me.

  I rolled off Harrison and into James’ arms. Harrison rolled to his side and watched me with a grin.

  “It’s my brother’s turn,” he said.
“She feels fucking unreal, you’ll love her pussy.”

  “I need it now,” James growled and climbed over top of me. He shoved my thighs apart with his knees and crawled in between my legs.

  Harrison massaged my breasts and watched as his brother slid his fat, hard cock into my pussy. Right where his had been only minutes earlier.

  I felt so dirty, but in the sexiest way possible.

  I felt freed by my sexual explorations, and knowing that two men were having their way with me gave me a thrill like no other.

  “Fuck, she’s tight,” James groaned and began to pump at my pussy in long, rhythmic strokes.

  I wrapped my legs around his thighs and clung to him as he fucked me like he was a man possessed.

  “Oh princess, oh Blythe,” he groaned and thrust over and over.

  Harrison kissed me as James pounded my pussy and I thought I was going to lose my mind in the beautiful chaotic pleasure that swirled through my body and my mind.

  I couldn’t hold back, it felt like a dam burst somewhere inside of me and it flowed through me like a powerful river. I was flooded with it as it swept through me, a force of nature and completely unstoppable.

  I arched my back, threw my head back and dug my nails into James’ flesh, dragging him deeper inside of me.

  “Fuck yes, Blythe, milk my balls,” James breathed and stiffened. “Drain me, take it all, princess.”

  And I did, my pussy clenched and fluttered around his cock and he let out a long, satisfied groan as he spilled his hot spunk inside of me.

  James collapsed on me and kissed me, letting our bodies cool down after our mutual orgasms.

  I finally rolled off him right into Harrison’s arms. James turned to embrace me too, and I lay between the two of them in complete and utter satisfaction.

  I didn’t know how this was all going to work, or if we were going to be able to manage a relationship as crazy as ours.

  But right then, between my guys, I couldn’t see anything but the bright happiness in our future.

  The beautiful love and sunshine on our horizon and the possibilities that our lives were going to open up.

  I closed my eyes and felt their hands begin to explore my body again, and all thoughts of the future were banished as I concentrated on the here and now.