by Mari Byrne
Kristain watched as his brother's eyebrows rose and his face took on an intrigued look. In truth, Kristain had sent a call for his brother to come and meet the woman. Now all they needed was to find the actual interested party.
He sidestepped, slightly blocking Jan's view of Mitch, and willed her to focus on him.
It took a few moments, but she finally turned her gaze back to him.
"Do you want to see if you can find her now, or would you rather we planned to meet her some other time?" It took her a few more moments of staring, but she finally shook her head in a negative response.
"No." She looked between the brothers, then once again over her shoulder and started to speak when she turned back to them with a smile on her face. The look was one of a quiet happiness, a look a mother would give a child, or—
Kristain and Mitch turned to look at the same time.
"There she is. There's my sister." Mitch and Kristain both heard the love in Jan's voice as she pointed to where a woman stood with two other men. The three seemed to be in an animated conversation.
Kristain and Mitch felt each other's response and knew they had found their mate.
With their minds linked and their cocks swelled, they felt everything inside which made them who and what they were shout out that they must run, not walk, to claim her.
Kristain both heard and felt the feral growl that escaped his brother and matched it with one of his own. It was all he could do not to go over to the males who surrounded her and stake a very public claim.
Unfortunately, they were on Earth, and the claim he and his brother would have liked to make involved stripping her naked and ramming their cocks into her so deep and so hard they would lose themselves in her essence.
Easy, brother mine, Mitch said as he reached an arm out and grasped Kristain lightly. I also feel the pull, but we need to be very sure this time.
Kristain watched as one of the male's face lit up when Stephanie spoke to him. He began to gesture down his own body as if trying to make shapes appear out of thin air. Kristain had to stop himself from striding forward and smashing a fist in the man's face when he reached his hands out to Stephanie and began to draw lines from the shoulders of her dress to her waist.
Out of the corner of his eye, and in the recess of his mind where his brother's presence resided, Kristain both felt and watched as Mitch took one, then another step forward, as if he also had the idea of getting physical with the man.
Have a care brother. Kristain spoke to Mitch in the others mind. Do not frighten her before she has even had the opportunity to meet us.
Kristain turned to look into his brother’s eyes. When we finally meet, she will be ours.
Damn! Mitch thought. She was finally within their grasp and all he could do was stand here and watch as she laughed at something another man said! If it had been up to him, they would have gone to her, explained who they were, and scooped her up with a shouted exclamation she belonged to them, taken her from the room and ravished her in the nearest spot which afforded some privacy!
The thought of what he and Kristain were soon going to do with her had his cock throbbing in time to the beating pulse in his heart.
He wanted badly to stay and find some reason to go to her, but hesitated at the words his brother had spoken in his mind. They didn't want to frighten her off, and if she got one glance at the hard-on he was sporting, she might just run screaming from him!
Mitch gave his brother a nod and mental thanks.
Kristain nodded his head and turned back to Jan.
"She is all you have said. If you would like, we can meet her now and bind—excuse me, I mean find out if she is willing to accept us."
Jan shook her head once, then again, as her gaze found Kristain's once again and she seemed to come to a decision.
"No, I don't think so. She asked me to set it up, and from what I've heard, the two of you…well let's just say I've heard nothing but wonderful things about your characters."
The brothers smiled in unison, and Jan had to lock her knees to keep from falling from the combination the two men made. If she could bottle whatever it was that made these two men shout moresexmoresexmoresex, she would be a rich woman!
Steeling herself against the lust she felt, she turned once again and looked at Stephanie. That was all it took, her mind focused. She was positive these two men were exactly what her sweet, yet daring sister needed.
Her gaze went to Mitch and she turned her own Million-Dollars-Plus-Contract smile on him.
"So long as you two know this—I will eviscerate either of you if you hurt her in any way. Nothing and no one will stop me."
The men quit smiling for a moment, and a serious look came over their faces. Jan watched as each of them put a hand to their hearts, gave a slight bow, then each reached out and took one of her hands.
The brothers spoke in tandem, and their words were formal sounding.
"By the honor you have bestowed on us, may you own our lives and souls should we fail in our promise given to you this day."
Taken aback slightly, yet in no way put off by their words, Jan gave a regal nod of her head.
"Just see that you don't." With that, both men grinned, and Jan smiled in return.
"Now, have you two eaten yet?"
"We thank you for everything, but we have already eaten." Kristain brought Jan's hand to his mouth where he brushed his lips across her knuckles briefly, then released it.
"I'm afraid we've actually stayed longer than we had planned. If you'll call this number, we can setup a time to meet with either you, or both you and your sister." Mitch removed one of the cards they'd had made up a few months ago and handed it to Jan.
Jan took the card, looked it over, and stuck it in the little clutch bag she carried.
"I'll give you a call and we'll have lunch while we discuss the arrangements. How's that sound?" Mitch and Kristain both smiled.
"Just fine." Kristain agreed. "We'll be off now, and it was lovely meeting you." Both brothers turned and made their way toward the entrance they had walked through barely an hour ago.
"So. You think she’s the one?" Mitch asked Kristain as they stood outside waiting for the valet to retrieve their truck.
Kristain's answer was immediate.
"You felt the same as I. Our response to her was exactly as it is written of how we know our mates.” He paused for a moment then turned his head and looked Mitch directly in the eye.
"Can you stand here and tell me you do not think she is the one?"
Mitch stared back at the one person in all creation he couldn't lie to and gave his brother a slight bow.
"Forgive me? You are right. I do know she's the one, but it doesn't mean she won't be…" His words trailed off as Kristain smiled, then laughed at him.
"Really Mitch! You'll see. When we have her to ourselves, you will know it is right."
Mitch looked from his brother to the truck pulling up, then back to Kristain.
"Fine. I will accept it when we meet her and it is confirmed." The tone of his voice was even, and Kristain knew Mitch had already made up his mind. He was just too stubborn to show it.
The valet got out and looked at the brothers with indecision on her face. But before she could offer the keys to Kristain, Mitch held out his hand, took the keys, gave her a generous tip and walked around to the other side to get in.
Kristain climbed into the passenger’s side with a knowing smile and mentally prepared himself for the time when the three of them would finally be together.
* * * * *
Mitch remembered how it all led to this moment, as he and Kristain stepped off the elevator onto the floor where Stephanie lived.
"Remember…" Mitch started, but trailed off when Kristain turned back with a smile.
"Don't worry. She's the one. You know it, I know it, and now we just have to help Stephanie know it." Kristain turned back and looked from his left to his right. He stopped when he found the number he had been look
ing for and looked down to make sure his clothing was perfect. Happily finding it to be just fine, he looked back at Mitch as he reached out and pressed the button for the doorbell.
"Now stop worrying, and let us go get our mate.”
Chapter 2
Inside Stephanie's Apartment
Hearing the doorbell ring, Stephanie got up from the couch, and turned off the television. Checking herself in the mirror on the way to the door, she patted a few flyaway strands of what her father called, her brown-bear-hair and lifted a finger to her full lower lip, wiping away a smudge of lipstick.
A few of the photographers she worked with had offered to practice on her if she could doll herself up. While she had been flattered, she politely declined and went on with whatever task they had needed done. Ah, the days could be long and hard, or long and wonderful, when working in HollyWeird.
The bell sounded again and made her think it was now or never.
Smoothing her skirt and checking her blouse one last time, she walked to her apartment door, took a deep, trembling breath, and opened it.
Two of the most striking and majestic men she had ever seen before stood on the other side. Both looked as if they had just stepped from the covers of GQ magazine.
The pair oozed SEX out of every pore of their bodies.
They were twins no less. A pair of drop dead, ‘Oh-My-God, I think I’m going to come’, twins. They stood around six foot, three inches tall, silky dark brown hair which fell a few inches below their collared shirts, and bodies to make the Olympian Gods jealous with envy.
Muscles rippled under the silk dress shirts the brothers wore beneath their suit coats and made her mouth water. Her tongue came out of her mouth to make a brief swipe at wetting her lips before she looked further down.
Her eyes locked on rigid twin bulges the brothers sported and her breath went out in a silent sigh of longing. For one long second her head felt light, the world went dark, and she couldn't quite catch her breath.
Finally, taking a much needed breath, she let her gaze wander farther, then looked back up into their faces.
Her inventory couldn't have taken more than a few brief moments, but one's lips twitched as if he held back a sensual smile, while the look in other's eyes could have melted an iceberg.
Blinking rapidly a few times, then focusing on their faces once more, she noticed the only real physical difference between the brothers was the color of their eyes. One had brown eyes, the other blue.
She knew plenty of women who would offer up sacrifices for a few hours of hot sex with either of them. She had gotten luckier than most—she had them both for a whole weekend!
She was going to have a ménage à trois with these two magnificent strangers.
Mitch stood staring at the woman he’d only seen from afar, and at this distance he knew their choice was flawless.
She was everything her sister had said and more. The beautiful, luminous skin and luxurious hair, and the smile, which said, “I know what you’re thinking, and let’s try it.”
Jan had commented that although Stephanie had wanted to experiment, she was a little reluctant to go out and find two partners who would indulge her.
Kristain, and Mitch shared a mutual friend with Jan. Jan had called her the sweetest woman she had worked with on one of her catalog shoots. And Mitch would know as, it was through this friend, Jan had learned Mitch and Kristain preferred to be together with the same woman.
Always.
When Jan had approached them, she had done her best to explain what it was her sister had been hoping to experience.
He and Kristain were here to give the shy, yet surprisingly confident sister, exactly what she wanted.
A weekend of uninhibited sex.
Earlier That Week
“Hold still Jan. I need to get this perfect, or Mr. Have No Patience will have us here for another day’s shooting. I know how much you want to miss the first vacation you’ve had in 14 months. Right?”
“All right slave driver.” Jan remained still until Steph stepped back from her to critique the application of the newest eye shadow from LaVi Cosmetics.
To Stephanie, this was art. Not to mention her reputation and livelihood.
“Well? Will it do?” Jan sat waiting for the final vote.
“It would if Dirkins wasn’t such a perfectionist. Not that I mind so much, but just think about it. The amount of time I’ve spent in here working on you, I could have spent doing make-up for the entire ensemble of the cast of Cats, and still done the next showing.” Stephanie moved in to apply a fresh coat of blusher and again stepped back to look at Jan’s make-up critically.
She had the eye and talent to go with it. She was the most sought after make-up artist around. Film, stage, television, even dead celebrities, Steph did them all.
The first time she had done a “Dead Celebrity”, one particularly inebriated mourner had gone up to the coffin and told the deceased to get up and get his ass back on the set. Enough was enough, and he had won the bet between them.
Of course the corpse had just lain there still—and dead! The mourner had broken down and sobbed all the harder after being told his best friend really was dead, and it wasn’t a joke.
“He’s really dead? Gone? No more hanging from the chandeliers?” The man had sobbed harder still.
“You bastard! Why did you leave me?!?” Eventually, he had to be sedated to make it through the remainder of the service.
Not only could she make dead people look alive, she could make living people look believably dead. She had won numerous awards, and so far, two Oscars. She had an affinity for her work. When clients came to her giving descriptions of what they wanted, or what they were looking for in a character, it was as if she read their minds. It was why she had become so popular in her craft, and why she was too quickly burning out. Lately, she wasn’t having nearly as much fun being at the head of the business.
Applying blusher with a deft hand, Stephanie spoke.
“You know, if we hadn’t been related, I wouldn’t put up with Dirkins at all. This is one of the last shoots I’ll personally be doing.”
Jan studied Steph almost as critically as Steph had evaluated Jan’s make-up.
“And you know I adore you for it.” Jan spoke around the lip brush Stephanie wielded. “But I’ve been noticing for a while you’ve been at odds with your love of the craft. You’ve only been going through the motions, haven’t you?”
“Unfortunately, yes, and I’ve noticed it in my work. The creative side is still a dream, but the people I’ve been dealing with…” Stephanie shook her head.
“Not for anything will I do another shoot with Dirkins or another of his type. The man is a…” She wasn’t going there.
“Besides, Cathy’s been chomping at the bit to ‘step up to the challenge’ as she’s so boldly put it, and I’m all for giving her the chance to take over more of the productions. She deserves it. She’s damn good.”
Jan smiled.
“So take a little time off and see if that helps. Plus, you’ve still got one more thing on your to-do list.”
Stephanie focused intently on Jan and sighed, shaking her head.
“I know, but let’s focus on this shoot right now. I don’t think your make-up could get anymore perfect if you had it surgically implanted to come out of your pores. Not that Dirkins will appreciate it, but you’re done.” She walked over to her many cases and started to put away a few of the things she wouldn’t need again.
“Steph, are you still serious about what we talked about the other day?” Jan asked as she pulled off the smock draped over her costume. Standing carefully, she turned to look Steph straight in the eyes and did her best not to blink too much before the eye make-up dried.
Stephanie looked up at Jan and opened her mouth to say no. “Of course.” Startled that what she had meant to say hadn’t come out of her mouth, she looked at her own reflection in the mirror and then swung sharply back to Jan.
; Jan came over to the mirror and studied her face just as critically as Stephanie had.
“Damn you’re good! I can’t ever get my face to look like this. And I’m glad you’re still serious because Joe and Jim Bob said to meet them at their trailer where you could start to rockin' it as soon as you walked through the door.” Jan said all this as she bent to pickup her scarf and drape it over her hair.
Startled, Steph’s head snapped around to stare straight into Jan’s laughing eyes.
Giggling, Jan patted Stephanie’s shoulder affectionately. “Really, woman. If I knew you wouldn’t make me sit here for another two and a half hours to redo my face, I’d laugh until I cried. That was a priceless expression. I’m going to capture it on camera some day.”
Sighing shakily, Stephanie blew out a relieved breath. “So long as you were only kidding about the trailer. And you know it’s not because I wouldn’t go for a man who lived in a trailer park, because obviously,” a look of fear passed through her eyes, “I would. I just don’t need that kind of housing right now.”
Jan gave Steph a quick hug, the equivalent to a bear hug in the fashion industry, except their bodies hardly contacted at all.
“Okay. No talking about Rob—you know who.” When Jan looked at Stephanie, she wore a grateful look, “or where he lived.”
“So then, I called two guys I know who are dying to get you in the sack with them. They know what they’re doing and both want to please you in anyway they can in hopes it won’t be a one time thing.”
Picking up the umbrella she had been using until the actual shooting started, Jan headed for the make-up trailer’s door.
“Their names are Mitch and Kristain and they know you as Sunshine.” Jan fiddled with her scarf to make sure it wouldn’t brush make-up from her face. “I have to get to the set. They may be paying me $6,000.00 an hour, but it doesn’t mean I have to become known as the woman who drags her feet in order to get more money out of them.” Looking back in the mirror as she went down the steps to see if she had ruined the line of the dress, she stopped short, shook her head, and looked back at her sister.
