by Meg Bawden
That left the three of us alone, and in a silence that felt too tense for my liking. I needed to break the ice. “I like both of you a lot, and I know we already agreed to do this together, but I need to make sure you’re here for the long haul. If you’re not, you need to tell me now because I’m putting my job on the line by admitting to Cherry Hollow that I’m in a relationship with two men.”
“I’m in,” Bristol said, so quickly that I’d barely finished my sentence. I smiled at him and caressed his rough jaw.
Turning my attention on Blair, I licked my lips nervously. “If you don’t want this, you don’t need to be ashamed.”
Blair inhaled deeply, and I waited for him to walk away. But his mouth curved, and I tried not to let my shock show when he smiled so sincerely I felt the emotion of it to my core. “I’ll stick around. I like you, too, I suppose.”
Bristol snorted and rolled his eyes. “Typical.”
“Before we go any further, we need to have a discussion. Our rules, per se.” The boys nodded and I gathered my strength to continue. “I think the most important thing to me is that we’re on the same level with everything that happens. If you feel left out at any time, we need to know. I won’t have this blowing up in our faces.”
Blair shrugged. “That’s fair.”
Bristol hummed. “I agree.”
“Now the baby. This is important to me. We are in this together, and that includes parenting this child. I thought about this while I was alone last week, and I don’t want us to ever find out who the father is. No DNA tests, nothing, unless it’s needed for medical reasons. If the child grows up and wants to know who their real father is, that’s their choice, but we won’t ever force it on each other. But I think if we raise him or her right, they won’t want to know, because we’re all their parents.”
“It doesn’t matter who the baby’s daddy is. We’re both happy to step up.”
Bristol snorted. “We’ve asked about our DNA before. Doc said that the differences between our DNA is small. Blair was so desperate to be different from me.”
Blair made a noise in the back of his throat. “You’re so sure that I wanted to be different from you, Bristol, that you were blind to the truth.”
“What truth?”
I thought about breaking up the simmering argument but decided against it. I had a feeling they needed this.
“That I wanted to be you.” It came out sharply, and Bristol reared back in his chair, eyebrows drawn together.
“What?”
Blair’s sad laughter made my heart ache. I never knew he was capable of sadness, and hearing it in his voice made my stomach clench. It didn’t fit him, but I guessed that’s what happened when he pretended to be an arrogant prick every time he was around someone. “You were my twin, and I fucking loved you, just as much as everybody else did. They all crowed about the amazing Bristol Scott and what an intelligent young man he was. He was going places. Not like Blair. Blair doesn’t have the drive.”
“So your anger at me was about jealousy?”
“No, it wasn’t. You’re missing the point. It was about me wanting you to really notice me, to see me as your brother, but you were too busy being what everyone else wanted you to be. After Mom and Dad died, you thought you had to step up and take over Dad’s life. You never once did what you wanted to do. You aren’t Dad!”
Bristol’s jaw tightened, but he kept calm even with the storm brewing in his gaze. “Someone had to do his job because you weren’t going to raise Emily or look after the farm.”
“We could have done that together, but you didn’t bother to ask me for my help. I was never good enough to be your equal.” Blair shoved his chair backward and pressed his palms on the tabletop. His chest rose and fell sharply. He looked ready to pounce at his brother.
I still didn’t move. They needed to figure this out.
Bristol’s own fire seemed to die. His shoulders slumped and his eyebrows drew together. The truth was a hard thing to swallow sometimes and I knew that well. I’d seen the truth rip my family apart while they attempted to avoid it.
Bristol stood slowly, his arms flexing in the white T-shirt he wore tonight. I stiffened, hoping I wasn’t going to have to tear apart a fight.
He stepped closer to Blair until they were nearly chest to chest, and then he grabbed his brother, dragging him into a tight hug that would even have made the iciest man thaw. And that’s what Blair did. All the stiffness in him drained and he sagged. He encircled his own arms around Bristol, and buried his face in his twin’s shoulder.
I smiled, and my stomach flipping at the tenderness. They had no idea how lucky they were to have each other.
“I’m sorry I made you feel bad. You were always my equal. Always. Fuck everyone else. I only stepped up because I wanted to protect you and Emily. I didn’t realize you felt that way.”
Blair shoved back out of the hug and tugged on his dress shirt even though it was still tucked into his pants, clearing his throat. He stretched his neck, as though the hug had made him feel out of place. I bet they didn’t hug very often. “Yeah, well, I wasn’t the only asshole back then.”
Bristol smiled and poked Blair in the shoulder. “But you were the biggest asshole.”
“That’s debatable.” Blair returned an almost smile, and I could envision the broken threads of their relationship twining together until it was the beginning of something beautiful again. Something real.
“You two are dorks.”
Bristol smiled at me, but Blair snorted and took a step back to put some distance between them. “This doesn’t mean we’re friends,” he said.
“No,” Bristol agreed, his smile turning on Bristol. “But we are brothers who’re gonna have a baby to raise with Grayson. Can you handle that?”
“I said I could already. Don’t keep asking me.” His lips twitched again, keeping himself from grinning.
“I don’t want you running in the opposite direction when it’s too late.” Bristol turned serious, his gaze hard on his brother.
“I won’t.” Blair shifted over to my side of the table and fell to his knee beside me. I watched, fascinated with what he was going to do next. Then he leaned closer, touched my hands and raised them to his lips, kissing my fingers. “I’m not promising you I’ll be the most perfect dad, but I’m going to try.”
“That’s all I ask.” I pressed my forehead against his and breathed in his musky scent. A mixed wave of ease and lust rode through me and my cock thickened. I would call it a traitor, but pleasure had taken control of the happiness in my body, turning it into something more. I wanted my alphas, the fathers of my baby, to fuck me.
Blair’s stare dropped to my hardening cock and he smirked. “Does all this touchy-feely shit turn you on, Mr. Mayor?”
I wiggled in my chair and licked my lips. “Maybe.” I grabbed his hand and put it on my cock. He gave it a good squeeze. “Does this feel turned-on to you?”
Blair smirked up at me, his greenish eyes glimmering with his own desire. “Oh yeah. What do you want, Gray? Want our cocks in each end of you?”
I made an embarrassing noise and my throat worked around a lump that formed there. Fuck. How did I become such a whore for them? Every time I thought about those thick pieces of meat inside me, my asshole tightened, and my cock jumped in my pants. One cock wasn’t enough. He was right, I wanted both at each end of me, and maybe…. “How about we try both your cocks in my ass?”
My boys looked at each other and something passed over their faces I didn’t understand. Maybe it was a twin thing, but then Blair turned to me, and the heat in his eyes made my stomach knot in excitement.
He stood and grasped my elbow, guiding me to my feet. Bristol shifted to a stand beside us, and they led me upstairs.
“We’ll need to be quiet,” Bristol whispered, nodding at Emily’s door as we slid past.
I made a noise of agreement. The last thing I wanted was to wake up her up with my moans. How embarrassing.
&n
bsp; As soon as we got into Bristol’s room, Bristol shut the door, and Blair was on me in seconds, his mouth devouring mine as though it was the last kiss we’d ever share. He tongue fucked me, and I took it because I enjoyed every second of his domination. I wanted more, though. There were no words for how needy I was, and even the whimpering sounds of want that slipped out of my mouth didn’t speak for how much.
Bristol’s hands touched the back of my shoulders and work their way down my spine, touching and feeling, and I preened at his touch. I could almost imagine the feel of his rough skin against mine. But when he worked his hands under my shirt, I didn’t have to imagine anymore. He tickled my skin just above the waistband of my pants.
I moaned into Blair’s mouth and shoved my ass back against Bristol’s searching hand when it dipped into my pants and got a good feel of my cheek.
“Yes.” I leaned my forehead against Blair’s, whimpering when the pad of Bristol’s finger touched my hole. The slick dripped from me, coating his finger, so when he pulled it out of my pants and brought to his mouth, sucking on it, something broke inside me. Any resemblance of control I had slipped, and I spun, slamming my mouth against Bristol’s and sucking on his tongue, chasing the taste of myself on his lips.
With Blair at my back now, he ripped my pants off my hips so they gathered at my thighs, his fingernails digging into my cheeks as he fell to his knees and spread me, tongue working its way into my hole. Everything inside me quivered and I was ready to explode without their cocks getting anywhere near me. I couldn’t wait, couldn’t take this slow.
I kicked off my shoes and then stepped out of my pants, breaking the kiss with Bristol long enough to shove my shirt up and over my head so I stood before them naked to their hungry eyes.
“Please. I want you both inside me,” I whispered, gaze pleading.
Bristol glanced around me at Blair.
“Lie on the bed,” Blair ordered his brother.
Bristol nodded, and with a sweet kiss on my lips, he worked himself out of his clothes before lying on the bed like Blair told him to. Without him in front of me, I had nothing to hold on to as Blair fucked my hole with his tongue, but he finally relented when I whimpered.
“Go sit on Bristol’s cock,” he said roughly. When I looked at him over my shoulder, his eyes had darkened, and his tongue swiped over his lips as his gaze dipped to my ass.
A shiver slid down my spine and my stomach flipped in excitement. My cock, already hard and straining, bounced as I nearly ran to the bed. I arranged myself so that I was sitting on Bristol, my knees on either side of his hips, and I leaned down to kiss him again. He tasted spicy and I wanted to stay here and enjoy his mouth, but I also wanted their cocks in me. Both of them.
Bristol reached around me to grab his cock, and then it was at my hole, pushing in. I fucking groaned and let my chest plaster against his as he worked open my hole with his width. Even with the slick guiding him, it burned, and I enjoyed every inch he slid into me.
“Does that feel good?” Blair growled.
I glanced at him. He still hadn’t joined us on the bed, but he was naked now, too, and the sharp muscles in his arms shifted as he gripped his cock, jerking it slowly as he watched. Fuck. It was a gorgeous sight.
Bristol grabbed my hips and bent his knees so he had the soles of his feet pressing into the mattress, and then he shoved up until his balls slapped against me. I felt like a writhing mess, with spikes of pleasure attacking me in every direction. My blood heated, goose bumps rising, and nerves buzzing. Every part of my body worked in tandem to make the feelings unbearable.
“You love the feel of his cock inside you?” Blair whispered. I hadn’t even seen him move, and now he was directly behind me, his chest pressing against my back and his hand curling around my cock. He stroked it in time with Bristol’s gentle thrusts.
“Yes, but I need more.” I tilted my head to the side, searching for his lips. He kissed me hard, tongue demanding me to open. He fucked my mouth as though it was my asshole. “Get your cock inside me.”
“Yes, Mr. Mayor,” he purred.
I felt the head of his cock against my hole, and Bristol had stopped thrusting from beneath me. I sucked in air, waiting, and then Blair began to push in, and stars flashed in front of my eyes. He stretched me beyond belief, and as though my hole was made for it, I opened, my slick guiding another wide length into me.
“Lean forward,” he whispered hotly into my ear, pressing his palm into my back and pushing me against Bristol.
Bristol curled his arms around me. His chest rose and fell in quick, short breaths beneath me, and I heard him mutter pleasure-filled curses under me as Blair slowly eased his way inside beside Bristol’s hard cock.
The burn of my stretching hole made me groan, and I fisted at the sheets beside Bristol’s head. It felt good, a nice burn, and my cock jerked from where it was trapped between me and Bristol.
“Shh.” Blair’s palm slapped over my mouth, and I groaned into it, licking and nibbling at his skin. “Need you to be quiet, baby.”
I whimpered when he bottomed out and clenched my eyes closed. The stars were still there, brighter than ever, and new feelings burst inside me. I’d never felt like this before, this full, and it was perfect in every way. I had both my alphas fucking me at the same time and I fucking loved it.
“Move, Blair,” Bristol said quietly, his voice taking on a gravelly, lustful tone that made me shiver. “Let’s fuck him until he’s full of both our cum.”
I’d never heard him talk that dirty before and it did something to me. Blood rushed south, straight to my already heavy balls. I whimpered into Blair’s hand.
Blair bit my shoulder and my moans got louder, but his palm prevented most of the sound. Then they started fucking me. It started slow, Blair moving in and out in slow thrusts that nearly drove me crazy with need, and then Bristol moved, and the stars were nothing more than explosions of lights behind my closed eyelids. Their movements got faster, and they seemed to pick up a rhythm that matched each other without it being too awkward.
Two wide cocks opened me, and I was nothing more than a toy for them to use. I held on to Bristol’s shoulders and let them use me, and I loved every single second of it. I hadn’t even realized I was close until my balls pulled tight and my hot cum shot between me and Bristol, squishing against our stomachs.
I groaned and moaned and held on tightly.
Bristol came first. He groaned low in his throat and gripped my hips so tightly it might have hurt if I wasn’t flying from ecstasy, and then his heat filled me deep inside.
Blair wasn’t far behind, either, and he grabbed my hair, tugging my head back so he could slam his mouth against mine. He groaned against my tongue and then he came, his own cum searing me with his brother’s, and it was the most erotic, hottest thing I’d ever done.
I couldn’t breathe because it was too much, but also not enough. I wanted more. I needed them, and they’d stuffed me so full that at this point, if I’d been in heat, I would have thought they’d knock me up while I was already pregnant.
I came again without even touching my cock. It just shuddered, more strings of cum splashing over Bristol. It felt too good.
“Are you okay?” Bristol reached for me, but I clasped his hand, sucked his fingers into my mouth as I pulled on their cocks with my asshole.
“More.”
Blair laughed behind me, his lips placing soft kisses over my shoulder blades. “We can’t give you any more, baby.”
“So good.” I collapsed against Bristol’s chest, reveling in all the feelings. The pain, the pleasure, the touch of their strong hands and bodies. It was perfect. This was perfect. “Best sex ever.”
The twins laughed.
Bristol
I hated attention. Even when I was in high school and I won a prize for making the best science project, I asked Blair to pretend to be me to accept the award onstage. Mom knew we’d switched, but she was always the only one who could tell. Blai
r, on the other hand, loved it. He soaked in every praise, every sweet comment he got.
Standing here on the podium with Grayson and Blair made my skin itch. I felt as if the crowd was a thousand bees humming, ready to attack me with their beady eyes and stings. Blair, on the other hand, looked in his element in a perfectly pressed suit, his sleek black shoes glinting under the sun. He’d wanted to dress me up in a suit as well, but I refused. I didn’t want to be anyone but myself, and Grayson had agreed. The folks in this town knew me as the farmer brother and changing my appearance to impress them would have the opposite effect, or at least that’s what Grayson surmised. Blair quickly agreed.
Grayson’s PR team, other than my brother, didn’t care for me. I saw the way they eyed me up as if I was a bug beneath their shoe. One outspoken guy approached me, telling me I could very well destroy the mayor’s future campaign. According to Blair, that was his boss and he said to ignore him.
Here we were, though, standing on a podium in front of the Cherry Hollow people, both friends and acquaintances I barely talked to anymore. I preferred my animals to human beings. At least they couldn’t voice their opinions on my life. As long as you fed them and gave them water, they didn’t give a damn who you banged.
Grayson was flawless as usual, his charcoal suit designed to mold to every one of his assets, from his ass to his wide shoulders and long legs. He spoke with an elegance that made me jealous. Most times I could barely string together two words when I stood in front of a crowd. As it was, I had to stop myself from racing off the stage and fleeing. It only made it worse that big cameras were focused on us, and I wondered if they could see every pore in my face.
“You’ve been nothing but supportive in every decision I’ve made for Cherry Hollow, and I’ve tried my very best to be the mayor this town deserves.”
