by Meg Bawden
Grabbing Grayson’s cock, I jerked it fast, and soon enough his muscles locked again and those hazy green eyes looked at me needily. His lips parted in an O, and he panted. “Oh God, I’m going to come.”
“Come for me. Show me how much you want me,” I hissed.
His back arched, head thrown back, and a scream ripping from his throat. Cum exploded from his cock, streams of white shooting across his stomach and my hand, some landing on my chin.
Grayson Briggs was going to end me.
I leaned down and kissed him gently. “You’re as tight as I imagined.”
He laughed. “And you’re actually bigger than I remember from a few hours ago.”
“What?” I frowned down at him.
The door slammed open and my attention jumped to the doorway.
“What the fuck, Blair?”
Bristol stood in the doorway, naked except for a pair of jeans. Although he had his T-shirt clutched in his hand.
What the fuck, indeed.
Grayson stared between us, eyebrows drawn together. “Blair, why are there two of you?”
Grayson
My first instinct was to sit up and get away so I could think, as much as I could with my mind this blown, but Blair—maybe?—was stuck inside me, and when I struggled, he only sighed and nuzzled his lips against my neck. Sharp bolts of excitement tore through my gut, and I had trouble breathing. I flexed around the massive knot in my ass, I swore the biggest I’d ever had, and he tried to rut deeper, even though that wasn’t physically possible. My balls ached and my dick got hard again. I whimpered and arched under him.
The shirtless Blair stalked into the room, nostrils flaring and murder on his face. There was a moment where I was genuinely scared for… whoever it was I’d just had sex with. A strange feeling twisted up in my gut. Which one was my alpha? I inhaled deeply but couldn’t detect a difference in the scents in the room. Instead, all the alpha spice floating through the air made me feel lightheaded and… fuck, horny. I squeezed on the knot in my ass again and the alpha on top of me shuddered. The other Blair was obviously the man I’d been staying with. I blamed my heat on how long it took for the pieces of this puzzle to snap together.
“You’re brothers?” I never even knew Blair had a family until a few days ago, let alone a twin.
My question stopped the newcomer in his tracks. “You thought I was Blair?” It was a question, but he winced as he asked.
“You’re not?”
“My name’s Bristol.” He licked his lips and skimmed his gaze over my naked body trapped under his brother.
Stunned, I stopped moving, and Blair raised his head.
In a whirl, the last couple of days crashed down on me. The sweet, soft way I’d been taken that first time, so different from what I had expected. How quiet and, well, kind, the alpha I’d been sleeping with had been. Not that I thought Blair was a raging asshole, but I’d been shocked.
“This makes so much more sense now.” My stomach dipped and roiled, even though I was still turned on, hell, still impaled on a thick, wonderful knot. I wanted to be alone for a while, but my body didn’t. A horrible discordant hurricane of emotions had me frustrated and close to tears. The last time I’d cried had been the day I broke my arm skiing. I hated this feeling.
“What precisely does that mean?” Blair leaned away enough to scowl.
“He’s… different from you.”
“Of course we’re different,” the other man, Bristol, said. He clutched his shirt in front of him as though he wanted to put it on, but there was a bulge at the front of his pants showing exactly how much he didn’t want to get dressed, either. “Why the hell are you here, Blair?”
“You sent Emily to Quinn’s house.” Blair turned enough to glare at his brother. “She was worried about you because you’ve never done that before. How did you steal my omega?”
I snorted on a laugh, and they both turned their attention to me. I knew where those words came from because they were pure alpha impulses. My instincts were deeply confused at the moment. I wanted my alpha to protect me from the horrible confusion pinwheeling through my chest, but they both seemed to be my alpha right now. Bristol turned abruptly and paced toward the door.
“Please, don’t go,” I said, too loud for the small room. They both stilled. Blair’s knot began to go down enough that, with an unpleasant tug from me, we were free. He hissed and scowled, and there was a little bit of pain in my ass, but mostly I was relieved to be loose. Cum dribbled out of my hole and I closed my eyes, feeling equal parts humiliated and absolutely turned on, knowing they had both come in me. These two alphas had stuffed me so full and so well, my body literally couldn’t contain their seed.
With all the pheromones flying around, I was dizzy.
“Fuck off.” Must be Blair.
“You fuck off. He came home with me.” Oh, that was Bristol.
Blair shifted on the bed. “I can’t even begin to imagine how that cock up happened. Did anyone see you drive him out here?”
“Who cares if they did?” Bristol sounded outraged and disgusted with Blair, and I couldn’t take the yelling. It made me want to curl into a ball.
“Please don’t fight.” I slithered out from underneath Blair, off to the side. My arms shook, and I realized I might need to eat. My ass felt empty again already, though, and having them both staring at me with hunger on their faces drove all other thoughts out of my mind. I spread my legs a little and Bristol groaned.
Blair put an arm around my waist and yanked me closer to his side. Bristol moved fast and was at the bed before I really registered what was happening. He shoved at Blair. Blair let go of me and lurched toward his brother. Before I knew what was going on, they were both slammed to the floor, grappling with each other. There was a lot of straining and grunting going on. Someone got off one punch that grazed a cheek. They rolled around.
Honestly, the sight of Blair’s naked body straining and the way Bristol’s biceps flexed, was the hottest thing I’d ever seen in my life. Now that I saw them side by side, Bristol was a little more built, probably from working on the farm, but they were both sexy as fuck. Sexy enough to fuck. Moaning, I slid down until my head hit the pillow, and slowly started palming myself. I’d never had a heat burn this hot, and maybe it had something to do with both of them, but I was so ready.
I spread my legs and worked my hand carefully on my shaft. I knew that jerking off would only drive me crazy without providing relief, but I couldn’t help it. They continued to grunt and shove each other around. First Blair would be on top, then they’d roll, and Bristol would dominate.
“Maybe you should kiss and make up,” I gasped out and whimpered. The head of my cock was so sensitive right now, and my thumb accidentally grazed it. Then I kept it there, torturing myself.
They made faces, but what I’d said threw them off enough that they stopped trying to kill each other and looked at me.
“Oh, wow.” Bristol had ended up with the semivictory—on top—and I wished his jeans were gone. He glanced down at Blair and frowned.
“Yeah, I’d smash him anywhere.” Blair chuckled, and Bristol picked him up by the shoulders and thumped him back against the floor. They narrowed their eyes on each other in a way that told me they were about to start fighting again.
I’d never done anything this insane. I couldn’t, with aspirations in the public eye, but they were both here, and my skin tingled, and sweat beaded on my forehead and ran down my temples.
“I have an ass and a mouth.”
They stilled. After a few seconds Bristol climbed to his feet, and Blair stood as well.
“You’re serious?” Blair asked. His eyebrows dipped low.
My asshole felt so slicked up I was surprised the bedsheets under me weren’t wet. I slid my hand back and fucked my fingers into my ass, enjoying the idea that I was full of cum from both of them.
“I’ve knotted him so much in the last two days, he has to be stretched a bit. We might both b
e able to… you know, if we don’t try to knot him. I doubt that would end well.”
Blair spun toward his brother and his hand flew to his half-hard cock. “Your dick isn’t touching mine today, thanks. I’ll fuck his pretty mouth, you can have his ass?”
A thrill shot through me. Were they really talking about screwing me at the same time?
“We’re never doing this again. Ever.”
“Why on earth would I share Grayson with you again?” Blair muttered. They squared off again.
“My fingers aren’t big enough,” I murmured, and that was all it took to get them both back to me.
The bed wasn’t really big enough for three people to sleep, so it was a good thing they didn’t seem intent on doing anything of the sort.
Bristol reached me first and cupped my cheeks with his sturdy, work-rough hands. “Are you okay with this?”
I dragged in another deep breath, and my balls drew up tight. My dick got so hard it ached. I couldn’t form words, so I nodded. Bristol’s mouth softened, but he didn’t seem entirely happy, different than earlier when he left my bed and gave me a long, sweet kiss. My heart twisted and I tried to work out exactly what was wrong, but I felt slow, like I was trying to think through a fog. I gasped in more air but it was saturated with alpha. I spread my legs, shoved my fingers farther into my ass, and fucked myself, feeling slutty and perfectly happy all at the same time.
“Fuck,” Blair whispered.
Pleasure zipped up my spine and I arched with it. Someone moved over the top of me, and I loved that, loved the pressure of being weighed down into the mattress. When I opened my eyes again, they were both naked, and I felt too fuzzy to tell who was who. All I knew was two massive alphas, who looked identical, were hovering around me. One of the men shifted my legs toward my chest, and my body geared up to be fucked. Slick spilled out of me around my fingers, and I felt overwhelmed.
“Yes, oh please, yes,” I chanted.
“This is going to be difficult.”
“No, just come here.” The man who’d moved my legs made space for the other one, and the next thing I knew he’d straddled my chest and there was a cock in my face. With a cry, I opened my mouth and grabbed his dick to steady it. I opened wider, and he fed himself to me. My mouth bulged with him, he was massive, and I had no idea how much of him I’d be able to take. I whimpered and sucked at his head. Someone shoved my legs higher, wider, and then there was a blunt cockhead at my slicked-up asshole. I whined as he pushed into me. The cock angled a little more and hit my prostate harder than the bigger one had. Bristol. I could tell them apart that way.
I almost choked on the dick in my mouth. I eased into what was happening, lightheaded and turned on to the point that my need was almost a mind-shattering ache. I tried to wiggle my ass closer to Bristol, and Blair began to rock against my face in earnest. I took as much of him as I could and choked. He backed off quick. The feeling of needing air didn’t scare me exactly, but it did thrill me. I reached up and gripped his hips, urging him on.
The distraction of the dick in my mouth was good, considering how high I was already, and how much the ache of the need to come was as it settled in my balls. My stomach felt tight and a deep, empty ache had settled into my ass. All I wanted was to be rammed until Bristol came and knotted me again.
I felt insatiable. This crazy, horny desire to fuck until we were all covered in cum and sweat was not something I had ever experienced outside of heat, or in one, and I was quickly losing my grasp on what was real and what was delirious fantasy. But then Blair shoved a little too far into my mouth and I couldn’t breathe for a second, and reality came crashing back in around me.
Bristol fucked me—deep, hard, fast. All I could see were cut abs. All I could smell was sweat and alpha. This was as close to perfect as anything ever could be.
Bristol shoved in hard, and I went farther onto Blair’s cock. He hissed and swore. His hips stuttered, and I fought to swallow a hose blast of cum. I loved the bitter taste and the seaside smell that filled my senses. Bristol pounded the spot in my ass that was all pleasure. I shivered my way through one intense orgasm.
“Shit, did you just… oh my God, that feels so fucking good,” Bristol yelled. Blair moaned, still rocking against my face.
Bristol fucked me fast, and my body felt as though it might fall apart. My orgasm didn’t stop but twisted hotter and higher and went on and on. The tension in my belly almost hurt, but it felt so good, and then he shoved in deep, and I could feel him fill me up with a hot wash of his cum.
I sucked hard on Blair’s dick, and he whined low in his throat, rocking against my face. He finally pulled out and stole his tasty dick away. I struggled to follow him, but he shushed me. He moved until he wasn’t straddling me anymore, and I cried with the shocks of pleasure that ripped through my body as Bristol’s knot swelled in me. Blair gave me a wicked grin, and I couldn’t work out what he was up to as he slid down my body.
He lapped at my stomach, and I realized he was cleaning cum off me, but I shivered and shook, my orgasm still holding on in gentle rolling waves. I arched as Bristol swelled and another round of sparks fired off in my stomach. And then Blair tickled me on the side. I looked down in time to watch him open wide and slide down my cock so fast I barely had time to register the slick, warm heat of his mouth. Bristol’s knot seemed to get a hundred times bigger, and I realized maybe it was me clamping down in it. Bristol swore and hissed and cried out, rocking against me.
I twisted underneath him, grasping at anything within reach. The sheets. Blair’s shoulder. My body exploded in another shocking orgasm as I hit the back of his throat and he swallowed around me. Pure heat engulfed me, and I couldn’t see or hear anything for a few seconds as my entire body seemed to be nothing but a cloud of white light and wonderful, explosive release. Every muscle in my body seemed to go lax at once. I struggled to breathe.
One of them said my name, but I couldn’t answer. I patted someone’s arm, someone else’s shoulder, and lay there drained in every way possible, unable to even make my tongue form words.
Bristol
I should have known he thought I was Blair, but a tiny part of me had hoped, for once, it was me someone wanted. This wasn’t the first time something similar had happened, and it probably won’t be the last, either.
I stared down at Grayson, whose eyes fluttered in his tired state. He’d been sleeping for the last hour and neither of us wanted to wake him. His heat had slowly dissipated after a week and a half, it was the longest heat I’d helped with, not that I’d helped with many.
“What are you doing back in Cherry Hollow?” I resisted the urge to glare at my twin. Fuck him and his habit of ruining my life. This was the first chance I got to actually talk to him.
Blair stroked Grayson’s chest from where he lay beside him, twisting his fingers in the red curls there and tugging them gently. He glanced up, exhaustion passing over his face. We’d spent the last twelve hours fucking Grayson into unconsciousness, taking turns at his ass. We’d never done that before, and I wasn’t quite sure what I thought about it yet.
I’d never met an omega like Grayson, because it seemed as though the idea of having two alphas—twins—at the same time, only made his cock harder. Did both of us together made his heat stay longer?
“I came back to a job.” Blair stroked lower on Grayson’s body, his fingers drifting too close to my omega’s—our omega’s?—cock. “His job.” Then, Blair smirked, because he was an asshole and it’s what he did. “How does it feel to have an omega want you because he thought you were me?”
It wasn’t the first time, but I didn’t know if Blair knew about that. I rolled my eyes. “How does it feel knowing he had my cock inside him first?”
That wiped the smile off his face. He pursed his lips. “I have a bigger cock.”
I rolled my eyes. It was a dumb comeback, and he’d come up with better ones before. “You also have a bigger ego.”
“Go fuck yourself.”<
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“No, thanks, I’m tired from having sex with Grayson.”
Blair’s glare deepened, and he bared his teeth at me similar to a dog ready to attack, but the doorbell rang, saving me from listening to more bullshit spewing from his mouth. Flipping him the bird, something I only gifted him with, I slipped out of the bed and pulled my jeans on without underwear. I made sure to tuck myself in properly and zip them up, though.
I left the room, ignoring Blair’s muttering. The doorbell chimed again before I opened it, faced with a very exhausted Quinn, half leaning on the doorframe. He nearly collapsed in the house before I grabbed him. Deep circles stained the skin beneath his half-squinted eyes and even though his long brunet hair had been pulled up at the back of his head, pieces of strands fell around his face.
Quinn smiled in greeting. “So you’re not dead.”
“I’m not the one who looks half in their grave.” As soon as I said it, I winced. Damn. Probably not a good thing to say to someone who lost their husband a few years ago. Even though Quinn had moved on with King and had a baby, that didn’t mean I had to open my mouth and say something stupid. “Sorry, that was in a poor taste.”
Quinn shrugged. “It’s kind of true. Reece isn’t much of a sleeper, and he’s keeping H.J. up, too, and you know how he is when he’s tired.”
“Cranky?” I offered with another wince, because I’d only seen H.J. tired enough to throw one hell of a tantrum once and that had been enough. At least I took on the role of Emily’s guardian while she was already a teenager. I’d missed the tantrum stage.
“Yeah. King’s on his night rotation, so he’s gone at night and sleeping during the day. I don’t want him to be tired at work, so I let him sleep and I take care of Reece.” He shook his head and brushed his long hair away from his face, sighing. “That’s not why I’m here. I came to check on you and Blair, to make sure you hadn’t killed each other. He came here to see what was happening because you’ve never left Emily with us for so long before. Not that I mind, but she messaged Blair because she was worried, and he came around to talk to her. He was concerned. Did he even show up? I tried calling him at least five times.”
