The Dangerous Delaneys and Me

by Anne Brooke

  “Sorry, sirs,” I whispered. “I didn’t mean to say that. It was stupid and not true, of course. Why would it be? It was sex speaking, that’s all. Just forget it. Please, sirs?”

  I wasn’t sure if my gabbling was making things any better and, besides, I couldn’t imagine I was at my finest trying to explain myself whilst tied to a desk and splattered with cum. Mark must have thought the same as he shushed me with a mere click of his fingers.

  “Shut up,” he said, not looking at me, even though I was turning my head back and forth to try to follow his sudden pacing gait across my office floor. “Johnny, untie him so he can get dressed. Then we can leave.”

  “Mark, wait,” Johnny said quietly, his fingers cool against my arm. “Don’t you think there’s more for us to say than that now?”

  Mark cursed under his breath and banged his fist down on the desk, rather too near my arse than I would have liked, but there was no way I dared to object. Not when he was frowning and looking as if he’d love nothing more than to cut out my tongue and use it to stir his morning coffee. Hell, I’d do that for him myself, as long as it could be left in my mouth where it was meant to be. He only had to ask. Mark was in no mood for coffee, though.

  “That’s the second time you’ve questioned me where Liam is concerned, little brother,” he said, spitting out the words as if they were bullets. Thank God, they weren’t. “When did this change suddenly happen? And when will you get it into your head that what’s good for you, what’s good for us all, is to let me do the thinking?”

  “For God’s sake,” Johnny spat back, his sudden anger making me jump. Hell, I’d never seen him angry before. I was quite impressed. “Yes, you do the thinking, and that’s how our business runs. But to make the right decisions, you need to understand all the facts and deal with them. You’re not even trying to do that, are you?”

  The two brothers faced off over my prostrate body, panting hard and glaring at each other as if each were the other’s own worst enemy. This wasn’t my idea of pillow talk, not that any of us were big fans of that anyway. Even so, I had to do something to break the tension before they got out any other concealed weapons, apart from their cocks, and it had to be fast.

  “Please,” I began with a stutter, “please, sirs, would you both find it easier if I got up?”

  The twins stared down at me as if they’d forgotten I was there entirely. My mother always said that if I learned to blend into the background a bit more, I’d be a happier and more fulfilled individual. Right now, she might have been right. This time, though, I got away with it, as Mark muttered something under his breath and gestured at Johnny to undo the ribbons round my wrists. Which was a good thing as my arms were definitely starting to feel the pressure.

  It struck me then that if the three of us survived the next few minutes, let alone hours, we might be well advised to get some professional advice about knots, not to mention how to do the whole role-play thing properly. I didn’t have any prior experience of all this stuff, and I suspected the twins didn’t either. Though, bloody hell, we were all of us enjoying it. No complaints there.

  When I was free, I eased myself off the table, then I began quietly picking up my clothes and putting them back on, whilst the twins fastened their zippers and smoothed down their hair.

  I could still feel the tension in the room, however, and glanced at Johnny. He shook his head ever so slightly and nodded at Mark. I knew exactly what he meant, and he was right. Mark was in charge of both of us and, now Johnny had had his say, it was up to his brother to make any decisions. Any more gabbling from me wouldn’t help.

  Finally, Mark broke the silence.

  “Alright,” he said, “I’m not an unreasonable man. Perhaps the three of us do need to talk. As long as I do most of the talking and the two of you do most of the listening, okay?”

  “Yes, sir,” I said automatically, while Johnny waved his hand in what I imagined must be a gesture of agreement.

  “Good,” Mark said, his gaze fixing on mine as if he’d never let me go, and I could tell you that definitely felt weird. “Now, Liam, let’s get this straight once and for all. I know what you said was nothing but sex talking, and what you need to know is that the Delaneys don’t do love, under any circumstances. But Johnny and I have been discussing you, and the upshot is he and I might want more than just sex from you.”

  I blinked at him.

  “Oh,” I said, my mind desperately scrambling for what this new addition to the conversation might mean, if it didn’t mean the soppy stuff. “I see. Well, I’m not sure how capable I am of doing more with your…business activities, though, I suppose, I’ve not done too badly tonight, but if that’s what you want, sirs, then I’ll certainly give it a go. As long as you don’t get my boss too heavily involved because she’s straight as an arrow and, even though she’s let you do a dodgy deal this once, I don’t think you should ask her a second time. Sirs, please?”

  There I went again, all words and no sense of self-preservation. Would I ever learn? Oh, I was really asking for trouble tonight. While Johnny merely blinked, Mark’s expression clouded over and he grabbed me by the shirt collar and gave me a quick shake.

  “Never,” he said, “never let me hear you refer to our business as dodgy dealings, if you want to live a long life as a happy and healthy man. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir, of course, sir. I’m sorry. Me and my mouth, eh.”

  “Yes,” Mark said, closing his eyes briefly and letting me go. “You and your mouth. But it’s not what we meant. Yes, you’ve done well tonight, and we’re grateful to you and Melissa, but our business ethic is not to use an amateur, however talented, after something has begun. There’s a county full of professionals willing to jump to whatever demand we might make once they see we’re serious.”

  I nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “And in any case,” Mark continued, “what we actually want from you, Liam, as my brother and I have discussed is…is…”

  “Is walks along the beach, romantic dinners in town, and evenings spent in just talking,” Johnny finished his brother’s sentence when Mark didn’t seem capable of doing it himself.

  Even so, it made no sense. This town was at least thirty miles from a beach, and the Delaneys didn’t seem the talking types, never mind romance.

  “What?” I said stupidly. “Don’t you like fucking me?”

  “Oh, for God’s sake,” Mark said with a groan. “I tell you, Johnny, the boy is impossible. Sexier than hell, yes, but impossible. Maybe we should just forget it and stick to what we know best, which is fucking, not dating.”

  Mark began pacing around the office again as Johnny and I watched him. Finally, Johnny shrugged, grabbed the nearest chair and sat down, pulling me into his lap as he did so. The chair being positioned as it was, Mark had no option but to stop his pacing and came to an abrupt halt near my desk. There he brought his clenched fist crashing down upon it for a second time.

  I hoped he hadn’t cracked the wood too severely because I’d never hear the end of it from Melissa if he had.

  “Please, sir,” I said, making sure my eyes were cast down. Sitting on Johnny’s lap meant I couldn’t kneel, but I wanted Mark to know I felt like I was kneeling to him. Though, actually, I always felt that, and was thoroughly enjoying it, too. “Please, Mr. Delaney sir, may I speak?”

  Mark made a hissing noise through his teeth. If I’d dared to glance upward, I was sure he’d be glaring at me. “Why the hell should I allow it when whatever you say deliberately twists what I say and doesn’t answer the question?”

  That seemed unfair, but before I could reply, Johnny spoke.

  “Give Liam a chance.” His fingers were rubbing my neck in a way that made me shiver. “All we’ve done is fuck him. We haven’t exactly made it clear that we might want anything else, have we? Anyway, you’re not the easiest person to be with, Mark.”

  “Nonsense!” was his twin’s reply. “I’m the least complicated man on the planet.” />
  Johnny grunted at this, and I felt the intake of air as Mark seemed set to respond. Before the brothers came near to blows again, I leapt in with my own words of wisdom, such as they were.

  “Sorry for talking again, sirs,” I said as quickly as possible, “but I hate to see you argue. And sorry for being stupid earlier. I hadn’t realized you felt that way about how things might be, that’s all. I was trying to make you see I could do more than just fucking by being helpful to your business deals, too. I didn’t know you might want that yourselves. The not just fucking thing, I mean. Because, if so, then that’s nice. Sirs.”

  As soon as I’d reached the end of the muddle I was obviously making of all this, I shut up. God, relationships could be hell, even with one person. With two, they were hell frozen over. Twice.

  However, it might actually have worked, whatever it was I was saying, as, even without looking up to check, I could feel the tension in the air ease down a notch or two. Now I’d probably get a bit of a slapping rather than having my balls cut off with my own scissors. If I was lucky anyway.

  “Okay,” said Johnny, cutting in before either Mark or I could upset the tentative standoff. “What I suggest, with Mark’s permission, is this: let’s date for six weeks and see how it works out. How does that sound?”

  Mark harrumphed, an expression of emotional commitment I hoped I’d be allowed to get used to. Actually, it might have been a yes, but I didn’t want to count on it. I shifted ever so slightly closer to Johnny, just in case it all started to kick off again at any point.

  Mark cleared his throat. “Liam!”

  “Yes, sir.” I snapped to attention, even while remaining on Johnny’s lap. God, I could be good sometimes.

  “Are you listening?”

  “Yes, sir!”

  “In that case,” Mark said with a growl and fixing me with the kind of stare that could kill at fifty paces, maybe less, “you will at no point during the next six weeks see my brother and me as anything less than hard-nosed, kick-ass gangsters with the ability to wipe you or anyone else we choose out of existence or run you out of town if we decide to. Understood?”

  “Yes, sir, of course, sir.” That went without saying. I knew the Delaneys’ reputation and I knew as well that they’d earned it. “Understood.”

  Something in Mark’s face softened then, and I thought he might actually be smiling, though, as he usually looked grim, it was hard to tell, frankly. Then he leaned forward and stroked my cheek, and I could tell then that, yes, he was smiling, thank God.

  “Okay, Liam,” he said. “If that’s understood, then let’s give whatever the three of us have some kind of chance. It might not be what anyone would call normal, but neither Johnny nor I have ever let being different bother us. So, from now on, the three of us are dating.”

  “Yes, sirs,” I said putting one hand on Johnny’s crotch and reaching out with the other to undo Mark’s shirt. “In that case, please may we start now?”

  And I’m pleased to say the answer to that wasn’t in the negative either. The next six weeks were going to be one hell of a ride because, whatever else I was, I was determined to be the best damn date they’d ever had in their lives.

  Chapter Four

  “What film did you say this was?” A low voice growled in my ear as a warm tongue licked my lobe.

  Mark, the elder of the Delaney twins, was as skilled at multi-tasking as he was at everything else, so it took me a couple of moments to realize it wasn’t just love talk—sorry, dating talk—and he did actually want to know what we were seeing.

  Johnny withdrew his finger from my mouth, kindly giving me a fighting chance at a reply.

  “Four Weddings and a Funeral,” I managed to gasp, no mean feat as by now Johnny had turned his attention to my cock. “It’s a classic.”

  We were sitting in the town’s best, and indeed only, retro cinema, a 1920s’ style building that had originally started out as a whorehouse, but had been taken over ten years ago by an ex-priest, who reckoned films were better for men’s souls. God knows where he was now, but the Delaneys and I were making a damn good attempt at combining the two pastimes.

  Half an hour ago, when we’d sauntered into the dimly-lit room, punctuated here and there by nameless darker shadows, Mark had chosen a double-seater in the back row, ripped out the dividing arm on the next door seat without even drawing breath and gestured for me to sit between the twins, all barriers taken care of.

  I did love a decisive bloke. And two of them were even better. By the time the film had started, I was all but sitting on Mark’s lap, with Johnny’s hands soothing my neck and chest. God, how I loved their attention, and I hoped I was giving as good back, too. I didn’t have favorites. When we’d started making out, there’d been a few murmurs from the people around us, but a quick glance and a couple of words from Mark nipped it in the bud. One bloke even went so far as to start an apology.

  “Mr. Delaney, sir, s-so sorry, I didn’t realize it was you…” He would have said more, too, but Mark simply gestured at the door, and the unfortunate man at once got up and scuttled out.

  Johnny whispered in my ear. “We don’t go socializing much.”

  “So I see,” I whispered back, which were all the words I could manage before Mark captured my mouth again.

  Now I couldn’t actually remember when the adverts had stopped and the film started. Not that I needed to watch it as I’d already watched it five times and even had it on DVD. What can I say? I was a sucker for Hugh Grant and thought John Hannah was hot, too. But when Johnny and Mark had agreed we’d have a six-week dating trial, I thought this was as good a place to start as any.

  “Too much wedding talk for me,” Mark said in answer to my remark about the film title. “When do the funerals start? Are there any fights?”

  Johnny paused in his ministrations to my cock, sad to say, in order to reply. “It’s not a crime film, Mark. We’re dating here, like we agreed. We’re not trying to put the thumbscrews on a dodgy customer.”

  “I know that,” was the furious response, said with gritted teeth, so thank God he wasn’t the one looking after my cock. “I’m not a great one for romance, that’s all.”

  “But, Mr. Delaney, sir,” I butted in before the argument became more serious, “you’re a great one for everything. You both are. Anyway, there’s no need to watch the film, is there? I’m sure you can think of something else for me to do.”

  With that, I kissed them both. I was beginning to love this whole three-way kissing thing, and they were certainly keen. I could feel the intensity of Mark’s concentration as he drove his tongue deep into my mouth, and the gentler warmth of Johnny’s caresses. The kiss went on for a while, lucky me, and I’m convinced we were a long way past the film’s first wedding by the time the encounter turned more serious. About time it did, too, as I was desperate for more by then, and Mark knew it.

  “Get on your knees,” he said. I obeyed at once, thanking God I wasn’t a big-built bloke. The space between cinema seats wasn’t exactly roomy at the best of times and I could have done without the last person’s leftovers making my jeans feel sticky, but, hey, I wasn’t complaining. I just hoped it was nothing more potent than beer.

  I thought I’d be sucking Mark off, but, to my surprise, he slipped over Johnny’s lap and shoved his twin closer to where I knelt.

  “Go on then,” Mark said, his voice all but drowning out whatever Hugh Grant was saying on the big screen. “I want to watch you do my brother.”

  All around us nobody stirred and I heard no murmurs of dissent. People might have been turning around and straining to see what was going on, but from my position, I couldn’t see anything.

  Well, nothing apart from Johnny’s zipper, that is. I smiled up at the Delaneys. Sod the film. This might just be my best date ever.

  “Yes, sirs,” I replied.

  Unlike our first encounter, I didn’t bother with my trick of undoing his fly with my teeth. In the dim lighting, God knows what da
mage I might cause and I didn’t want any of us to end up in casualty. Instead, I decided to use my hands, drawing a gentle finger down the outline of his cock where I could feel it under his cotton trousers. Johnny shifted and took a sharp intake of breath.

  “Slowly, Liam,” he whispered. “Please.”

  “Yes, Mr. Delaney,” I said. “Anything you and your brother want, I’ll give you. You know that.”

  Mark stroked my hair, and I swore I could feel the warm glow of his approval through my skin. I twisted around and kissed his hand briefly before turning my attentions back to Johnny. He opened his legs wider, and I shuffled even closer, if that were possible. As Hugh Grant bumbled along behind me, I undid Johnny’s zipper and felt his cock straining for release against the pressure of my hand. He gasped, and I couldn’t help but smile. I hoped he wasn’t reacting to the film as, more than anything, I wanted his attention on me. Both their attentions.

  I undid his belt and slipped the material of his pants down his hips. He lifted himself up from the seat for a moment and I pulled his trousers down. Now, I had full access. If it had been my choice alone—and partly due to the fact I was giving him head in the middle of a not entirely empty cinema—I’d have taken him all in at once and sucked his way to heaven, hoping no-one else would notice. But Johnny had asked for slow, and slow was what I’d give him. Mark would have to keep the crowds at bay and I was more than sure he was up to the job.

  So I began to lick and kiss the top of Johnny’s legs, catching his warm scent and brushing my lips across his pubic hair. Thank God, neither of the twins bothered with body shaving as I always enjoyed a little down amongst the dynamite.

  Johnny groaned, and Mark gave a low chuckle. I must be doing something right then, so I kept on doing it. After a while, Johnny shifted, thrusting his erect cock nearer my mouth, but I didn’t touch it. Not just then. Instead, I blew gently along the length of him until I reached the head and down the other side. When I looked up, I could just see by the light from the screen that Johnny’s eyes were closed and his lips were trembling.