“Maybe we should get out and walk around somewhere. Do you want to go check on the store with me?” she asked.
“Sure, yeah, let’s go…” I said, ready to do something other than sit. “And can we stop by my place after so I can get some things?”
“Sure…” She was rapidly typing something out on the computer. I got up, followed by a then neglected Luis. “Hey, wait, do you want to drive out to Carrabassett tomorrow? We can take Zoey with us. There’s a show at one of the Sugarloaf restaurants. You know that comedian, Amanda Miles?”
“Um…of course I want to go see Amanda Miles, are you joking?” I said, not intending the pun.
“My manufacturer is going to be there skiing and has a bunch of tickets…” She winked at me. “I’ve got the hookup.”
I cracked up. “Scout, you have a business partner, not a hookup,” I said. She shrugged and finished sending whatever e-mail she typed up. We both looked up when someone knocked on the door. I glanced at her curiously, and she had the same lost look on her face.
“You’re not expecting anyone?” I asked slowly. The people in Scout’s neighborhood weren’t as friendly as my neighbors. She shrugged and got up to hurry through the little foyer area. When she opened the door, I saw it was Isaac Thompson. Isaac was a handsome guy, only two years older than Scout. He had that unbelievable perfect Superman hair and looked like Henry Cavill himself. Except Isaac had less of an intense brow, his nose was straighter, and his eyes were a golden hazel.
“Hey, Scout, glad I finally caught you,” he said. I moved out of his line of sight, and Luis copied my movements, peeking around the corner from the kitchen and all. Honestly, the cat was too funny.
“What’s up?” Scout asked cautiously. The only other time we’d seen Isaac was when Scout was buying the house.
“Well uh, this might be awkward, but I think we may be having kittens…” Isaac said with a small chuckle.
“What?” Scout said in shock. I stepped back into the kitchen before Scout could even turn back.
“Yeah, Luis has been hanging around my place while you’ve been gone. He and Aven have been close…anyway I had to take her to the vet today because she’s been acting weird and so it’s confirmed,” he explained.
“Oh my goodness…” Scout’s voice became muffled, and I peeked around the corner to see she’d stepped outside. I wondered why she didn’t just invite him inside. I glanced down at Luis, who almost looked guilty when he glanced at me.
“I think maybe you might have just gotten your mom a boyfriend,” I said. He rubbed himself on my leg before padding towards the front door to meow for Scout’s attention. I waited for her to come back in. Unfortunately, Isaac was not in her wake.
“Why didn’t you invite him in?” I asked as she scooped Luis up, already lecturing him about keeping it in his pants.
“That’s weird…in an offshoot way, he’s technically my landlord,” Scout said.
“He is not your landlord. He sold you the house,” I reminded her. She always had the tendency to shy away from a guy when it may seem like they’re interested in her. It was the weirdest thing honestly. Sometimes, I wondered if she was gay.
“Scout…have you seen Isaac?” I asked, making her giggle.
“Of course, I’ve seen him, but c’mon. He’s the town’s ‘rich playboy’ I’m not getting sucked in. I’d rather meet a nice officer or ranger like Zoey did,” she said. I rolled my eyes at her and then pointed at Luis.
“He doesn’t just roam around anyone’s house you know. Maybe he sees something you don’t,” I suggested.
“Whatever…are we going to the store or not?” she asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah, let’s go. But I’m not dropping this. There aren’t many gorgeous men in this town, Scout Lee Braxton,” I said.
“You don’t get to use the full name on this,” she laughed as she closed the laptop and held onto Luis. She often took him to the store; he was like a mascot of sorts. The ride to the town center was short, and Luis hated car rides, so couldn’t wait to hop out. He was let into the store by Scout’s manager, Chelsea.
“Luis, you handsome beast!” she gushed. The storefront was all glass and showcased Scout’s winter line.
“Hey, what’s this?” Scout walked up to a poster taped to the little lamp post near the store.
“Oh, they’ve been putting those warnings up all over town. Turns out there is a bear problem. Sightings are being reported and a second close encounter. The boy was lucky he only got hit over the head, but it’s a shame…” Chelsea gave us the full report as I went to study the flier with Scout.
“Well hopefully they do something about them soon, run them away from the town or something,” I murmured.
“The sheriff isn’t going to do anything about them yet. Usually, the bears back off and recede deeper into the woods after poking around a bit. There hasn’t been a full-on bear hunt in decades around here,” Chelsea filled us in, and Scout’s expression became annoyed almost instantly.
“How many attacks does it take for them to do something? Does one of their own family have to be attacked before they start driving the fuckers out?” Scout was about to go on a rant. I tugged on her arm, towards the store, to stop her before she picked up steam.
“Come on. We’re here to check on the clothes, remember?” I said, hauling her along. I knew that she’d end up calling into the sheriff’s office if she got worked up enough. I honestly couldn’t wait for us to get our minds off of the bears and everything else. We definitely needed a good dose of normal with a girls’ night out.
* * *
“I think…I drank too much,” I said slowly, determined not to slur my words.
“We’ve all drunk Holden…and we’re all drinking too much,” Zoey said. I looked at her and found she was seriously trying to focus her gaze on me. Both Scout and I cracked up. We were just leaving the bar we stopped at after the stand-up show. Scout had drawn the designated driver stick, so she was responsible for hauling us to the car.
“No one’s even still drinking, Zoey,” Scout said while shaking her head.
“I just know I drank a lot because I can’t feel my ribs. They’re not in pain,” I said, finishing my earlier statement.
“Very good, Holden, and when we get home you can blink a few times and know that you’re awake,” Scout said, her bitchiness coming through on that quip.
“You know what…I will fight you,” I said, and Zoey cracked up.
“Holden you can’t even swat a fly, let alone hit your own sister,” she said, slurring all over the place.
“Well, I can imagine it!” I said, pouting over the fact that she was right. I was too soft, and everyone knew it. Scout opened the doors of her Wrangler for Zoey and me to climb into the back.
“She’s just mad she couldn’t drink too much,” Zoey giggled.
“You know what? She needs to get laid!” I said, and Scout shot me a warning glare from the front seat. I stuck my tongue out at her. “You know Isaac Denison and Scout are having kittens together? He came to her place and everything,” I told Zoey, who then gasped as if we’d just told her of some massive betrayal.
“Isaac is beautiful Scout. You should totally make real kittens with him,” Zoey said.
“Okay, you’ve lost the permission to speak,” I told Zoey. She giggled and covered her mouth with her own hand.
“Do you see what you’ve done?” Scout asked, looking at me through the rearview mirror. I hadn’t even realized we started moving yet. I simply grinned and pretended to be none the wiser. When I looked over at Zoey again, I had to laugh; she was knocked out.
“Hey Scout…can you drop me home tonight?” I asked curiously.
“Are you sure you won’t need help with anything?” she glanced at me again, and I shook my head.
“No, you can’t babysit me forever. Plus, I should be getting back to work soon, and I have to start getting back to normal…on my own,” I murmured. Scout sighed heavily a
nd took a moment before answering me.
“Okay, fine, yeah I can drop you home then. But you don’t have to…”
“I don’t have to be babied by you. I have to be able to take care of myself,” I said gently.
“All right, but I’m coming over tomorrow morning to check on you,” she said Jaxonantly. I nodded and stifled a sigh. It was best not to argue. During the entire ride home, I messed with Zoey in her half awake, half asleep state.
When we pulled up to Zoey’s place first, I looked over at Scout curiously.
“You have to help me get her into bed,” she said with a laugh. I rolled my eyes and helped Scout get the still half conscious and giggling Zoey out of the car, into the house, into pajama’s, and into bed.
“Honestly, she’s lucky we’re such good friends,” Scout said as I quietly closed Zoey’s bedroom door.
“She’ll pay us back with brunch at the club,” I said surely. Zoey often did whenever she woke up with a huge hangover and no idea how she got all perfectly tucked into bed.
“I already know what I’m ordering,” Scout mused as we walked back through the house. I sloppily used my key to lock the door then caught up with Scout and climbed into the front seat. I knew that if I sat in the back, I’d definitely get motion sickness. Soon, I saw the familiar surroundings of my neighborhood through the window. Then, we were home. I was ready for a big cup of tea and a muffin to sober me up a little and then my bed.
“I’ll pick you up in the morning?” Scout called after me as I climbed down.
“Uh, yeah, just call when you’re on the way,” I told her. I yearned for the day to come that I was cleared to get behind the wheel again. Concussions were a real pain in more ways than one. Once I got the front door opened, Scout honked and then pulled out of the drive. I felt around for the front room’s light switch and soon I was swaddled by familiar surroundings. The front room led into the living room and staircase which was open to the kitchen towards the back of the great space, on the right side. Then, across from that, through an archway, was the dining room. Even though my place had that log house or cabin feel from the outside, inside was all updated and had its modern feel.
I went to drop my bag on the couch and sort of fell with it. I stretched out on the couch, enjoying not feeling the painful twinge of my injured ribs. My eyes drooped shut for what felt like two minutes before I heard the sound of heavy boots walking on the hardwood. I peeked an eye open and gasped, sitting up in shock at who was walking into my house.
“Holden? Daughter of Rowland Moss?” the very large man on the right asked as he and his clone stepped closer to the couch. They both wore simple V-neck t-shirts, durable blue jeans, and black boots. The one who spoke wore a red shirt, and his twin a dark gray. I had to be dreaming…because they looked exactly like the twins I’d been having those dreams about. Huh…well hopefully, this time, I wouldn’t get woken up out of the dream.
“What are you two doing here?” I asked while getting up, even in my dream I was a little drunk on my feet. Red shirt moved faster than reality should’ve allowed, to catch me before I fell over onto my face. His jet-black hair was pulled into a ponytail. It had to have been shoulder length when loose. His brother with the gray shirt had his hair cut shorter, and it was all disheveled and flopping into his face in a sexy way.
“We finally saw you were alone. We came to see how you were recovering?” gray shirt asked. Even though he shared the same deep raspy voice of his brother, his was softer, gentler. It was the same thing for his gray eyes. They were open and calm, sure. I felt like staring at him for days on end. I glanced up at red shirt once more; his eyes were bright, electric and very focused on me.
“Well…thank you for saving me,” I replied.
“She’s drunk…” red shirt murmured to his brother.
“Let’s put her to bed then, talk to her in the morning,” gray shirt replied.
“Wait…I don’t want to go to sleep. Every time I dream of you guys, we never quite…finish,” I said. They both looked down at me, red shirt quirking his eyebrow with a small smirk on his lips.
“You dream of us sexually?” he asked, his grin unmistakable then.
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“You’ve never spoken as much before though,” I admitted, wondering if that meant I had multiple personalities somewhere in my subconscious.
“Where’s your bedroom, Holden?” gray shirt asked. His tone polite though he was staring at me just as intently as his brother was. I pointed to the staircase and before I could track his movements. I was cradled in red shirts arms.
“What are your names?” I asked them, realizing they knew mine. But I’d never come up with a name for them in my dreams.
“I am Aleister, and he is Sioux,” gray shirt said as a matter of fact.
“Since this is my dream, can we…you know go all the way this time?” I asked, wanting to make it known to my subconscious that I intended to stay asleep to experience the entire scene.
“Holden, if we have sex then…you can’t get rid of us,” Aleister said as he turned around, leading the way up the stairs.
“Even now…” Sioux murmured. I looked up at him, and he gave me a toothy grin. I was done with talking. I stretched a bit to reach his lips with my own. They were impossibly soft; I almost expected them to be a little chapped. He kissed me back, his lips sure and slow. Then he slid his tongue against mine, caressing and slow. Soon he was putting me down, onto my bed. I wondered how Aleister knew that my room was all the way in the back. But then again it was my dream, so, of course, they’d know where my bedroom is.
Sioux was quick to whip his shirt off over his head. I couldn’t help my gasp; there must not have been a single ounce of fat on him. He gave me that grin once again before he curled over me, pushing me higher onto the bed. It felt like a dream, as he slid his lips along my neck and across my collar. It felt like he was trailing fire on my skin. I reached up and felt the bare skin of Aleister’s chest. He was lying down next to me. Lazily, I turned onto my side and met his kiss, as Sioux laid down behind me. Aleister’s lips were just as soft as his brother’s but more urgent, and his hands slid seemingly everywhere. Or maybe that was Sioux touching me? It was hard to tell where one ended and the other began when I was sandwiched in between the two.
Then, Sioux’s hands slid underneath my blouse, and he pulled it off. My bra soon followed. Aleister nibbled and sucked his way to my breasts. As soon as he pulled a nipple in between his teeth, I gasped. The electric sensation shot straight to my core, making me tighten and quiver with need. Soon, I felt Sioux’s hand sliding over my hip and underneath the waistband of my jeans. Deftly, he unzipped them and slid his fingers in between my folds, rubbing against my clit. His hands were deliciously rough, and I shamelessly rocked against his fingers. I couldn’t help the moans that bubbled from my chest. Especially as Aleister practically feasted on my breasts.
It wasn’t long at all until I was shooting off into an orgasm. What’s more is that they didn’t stop. Sioux practically tore my pants off and slid his fingers into my throbbing sex. He turned me over and positioned his shoulders in between my legs. He flicked his tongue against my sensitive folds while his fingers thrust into me. Right against my g-spot, over and over. I cried out, gripping the shits tight in my hands as I came again. I turned my head, looking for Aleister. He was completely naked then, watching me with an electric intensity that only intensified the heat in my blood. When I looked down at his erection, I couldn’t help but gasp. He was…large, both thick and long.
“Holden…” I looked over at Sioux, and he was naked as well, knelt between my legs. I nodded, unable to speak really. I wanted him. I wanted them both. Sioux spread my legs, and I almost held my breath as he slowly slid into me. The feeling of fullness was incredible, and he was so deep. I hadn’t expected a dream to feel so good. As soon as I got used to the feel of him inside of me, he started to thrust. I felt as if I was melting from the inside out each time he pushed deep. Looking up
at Aleister, I saw how much the sight of his brother and I excited him. But I didn’t want him to be the odd man out by any means.
I reached for him, and he knelt next to my head, looking down with hooded eyes, his eyes still an electric gray. I gripped his cock in my fist and slid my lips around his tip. He growled as I teased him with my tongue, then groaned when I took more of him into my mouth. Aleister held my head almost gently in his hands as he grew more aroused. His hips were taking their own rhythm. Meanwhile, his brother was thrusting into me fast and hard. My legs felt like jelly, and I knew my next orgasm would be even more devastating than the last two.
I was so close to tipping over the edge when I felt Sioux pull out of me. I heard his harsh growl as he emptied his release onto my belly. Aleister slid out of my mouth and quickly took Sioux’s place. He felt every bit as good as his brother. Sioux stretched out next to me. His lips never leaving my skin as he kissed me from my lips to my chest and back. Aleister pumped into me with just as much zeal as his brother. Before I knew it, my back arched with the intensity of the orgasm and my sex clenched Aleister’s tight with an intense rhythmic pull. He cursed harshly and not a second after I felt his release as he climaxed.
I could barely keep my eyes open after that. I wondered if it was really a dream as unconsciousness pulled me completely under.
* * *
I woke up in parts. Sort of testing out whether I had a hangover or not. Whether my side was in too much pain or not. Weirdly enough, my head felt fine. I opened my eyes and glanced at the clock next to my bed. It was only nine in the morning. Thankfully, I had the good sense to keep the drapes drawn. Even though I felt fine, who was to say a bit of sunlight wouldn’t knock me out? I sat up with a groan, okay yeah there was no getting away from the rib pain. I pushed through it though and walked towards the bathroom.
I noticed an odd twinge deep in my belly as if I’d had…sex? I thought back to the night before. I’d been drunk, but not that drunk? I remember getting home and passing out on the couch, then that dream of my twins was so vivid…could it have been that vivid? Confused, I went ahead and took a shower. I did notice that my lady parts all felt pretty tender. That, and I had a few faint hickeys on my breasts.
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