Double Entry

by Desiree Holt

  Table of Contents

  Legal Page

  Title Page

  Book Description

  Dedication

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  New Excerpt

  About the Author

  Publisher Page

  Double Entry

  ISBN # 978-1-78686-222-8

  ©Copyright Desiree Holt 2017

  Cover Art by Posh Gosh ©Copyright July 2017

  Edited by Ann Leveille

  Totally Bound Publishing

  This is a work of fiction. All characters, places and events are from the author’s imagination and should not be confused with fact. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, events or places is purely coincidental.

  All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced in any material form, whether by printing, photocopying, scanning or otherwise without the written permission of the publisher, Totally Bound Publishing.

  Applications should be addressed in the first instance, in writing, to Totally Bound Publishing. Unauthorized or restricted acts in relation to this publication may result in civil proceedings and/or criminal prosecution.

  The author and illustrator have asserted their respective rights under the Copyright Designs and Patents Acts 1988 (as amended) to be identified as the author of this book and illustrator of the artwork.

  Published in 2017 by Totally Bound Publishing, Think Tank, Ruston Way, Lincoln, LN6 7FL, UK

  Totally Bound Publishing is a subsidiary of Totally Entwined Group Limited.

  Warning:

  This book contains sexually explicit content which is only suitable for mature readers. This story has a heat rating of Totally Melting and a Sexometer of 3.

  DOUBLE ENTRY

  Desiree Holt

  Two hot guys, a very hot birthday, one scorching romance.

  Over one too many appletinis, Lauren Henderson created a sexual wish list for her birthday. Little did she know that her friend Marcia would recruit her mouthwatering next-door neighbor Scott Erickson and his brother Curt to make her wishes come true. Neither did she know that not only did both men lust after her, but their imaginations would turn her simple list into the most erotic night of her life. A night that would teach her what real sexual ecstasy is all about—and how it offers the key to unexpected romance.

  Dedication

  To Joey W. Hill, for whose friendship and guidance I am truly grateful.

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmark mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Moët & Chandon: Moet Hennessy USA, Inc.

  Chapter One

  The banging on the door sounded like kettle drums in Lauren Henderson’s head. She pulled the pillow around her ears to shut out the noise only it just got louder.

  “Go away,” she shouted, cringing as sound reverberated through her skull. That would teach her to drink too many appletinis.

  “Lauren, I know you’re in there.” Her friend Marcia’s voice had all the soothing qualities of a screech owl. “I’m not leaving until you open this door.”

  Muttering curses and imprecations, Lauren dragged herself off the bed and stumbled to the front door, turned the lock and threw the door open. “I’m up, okay? Now go away.”

  Marcia pushed her way inside and shut the door. “I think it’s great you decided to flash the neighborhood. You might want to brush your hair and put on some makeup first.”

  Lauren squinted her eyes open and looked at herself. Naked from head to toe. Great, just great. She plodded back to the bedroom and grabbed her long T-shirt from beside the bed where she’d dropped it. Last night putting it on had seemed more effort than it was worth.

  She opened one eye and stared at Marcia, too perfectly dressed and put-together for the night they’d just had. “How come you’re not hungover and looking like trash?”

  “Because I stopped after two of those headbangers and drank iced tea.” She tucked her smooth blonde hair behind one ear with a nail polished with hot pink enamel. The emerald stud in her lobe winked in the sunlight. “Unlike you, my friend, who tied one on bemoaning your birthday, the lack of available men and the reasons why all the good ones got away.”

  “Crap.” Lauren raked her fingers through her thoroughly disheveled hair and ran her tongue around her mouth. Her garbage disposal would probably taste better.

  “Yup. That’s exactly what you look like. We’re going to fix that right now, though.”

  “You’re going to shoot me and put me out of my misery?” Lauren looked at her friend hopefully.

  “Better than that. I’m giving you a birthday present.”

  “I told you I’m not celebrating anymore. I passed that stage,” Lauren pointed out.

  “So this is an exception.” She pushed Lauren toward the bathroom. “Go shower and turn yourself into a human. I’ll make coffee. Go! Now.”

  Fifteen minutes later Lauren was feeling marginally better and hoping the coffee she was drinking would wash away the rest of the cobwebs. Maybe even the entire previous night, which she was beginning to remember in uncomfortable bits and pieces.

  She scowled at Marcia. “So what’s this business about a present?”

  “I’m only fulfilling your wishes, m’dear.”

  Lauren got a sudden pain in her stomach. Did she really do what she’d thought she’d only imagined? Naw, she couldn’t have done that. Could she? Marcia’s next words dispelled any hope she was wrong.

  Marcia reached into her purse and drew out a folded piece of paper which she flapped open with a flourish. “I have here this interesting piece of paper titled Lauren’s Birthday Wish List.”

  Lauren lunged forward and tried to rip it out of her friend’s hand.

  Marcia stood up and moved out of reach. “No, no, no.” She laughed as she dangled the paper in the air. “You wrote this and I’m going to read it to you.”

  “I was drunk, you idiot.”

  “Of course. Why else would you write something like this?” She smoothed the paper and cleared her throat. “For my birthday, I, Lauren Henderson, would like a threesome with two of the most mouthwatering men in the world, preferably one who looks like my gorgeous sexy neighbor Scott, who I don’t think would notice me if I arrived on his doorstep stark naked.”

  Lauren growled and reached for the paper again.

  Marcia just danced away, eyes filled with merriment.

  I would like twenty-four hours to experience the following—

  Being spanked

  Being lashed with a suede flogger

  Being chained to a bed while one man forces me to suck his cock and the other fucks my pussy

  Being forced to my hands and knees and fucked in the ass and my pussy at the same time

  Testing vibrators

  Watching over my shoulder while a butt plug slides into my ass and one of the men brings me to orgasm just with my clit

  Straddling one man with his cock up my cunt while the other spanks me, whips me and fucks my ass with a vibrator

  Marcia folded the paper, put it in her pocket and picked up her coffee mug. She fanned her face with her hand. “I had to stop reading after that, honey. This was too hot even for me.”

  Lauren buried her face in her hands. “Please tell me you’re going to destroy that.”

  “Are you kidding? You’re thirty years old and the most adventurous thing any of your lovers has ever done is fuck with you on top instead of the bottom. It’s time for you to live, girl. Really live. And I’m going to make it happen.”

  “Oh no yo
u’re not. Give me that list.”

  “Too late. I’ve already made plans.”

  “W-what are you talking about?”

  “Come on.” She tugged Lauren out of the chair. “I bought you two gorgeous men for your birthday and they’re in the process of preparing as we speak. Tonight’s your lucky night.”

  “Oh my God.” Lauren covered her face. “You can’t be serious.”

  “Serious and determined.”

  “Where did you scrounge up two men on a moment’s notice?” She made a face. “I’m not desperate enough for scumbags yet.”

  “Not to worry.” Marcia smoothed her hair again. “It took just one phone call. They were very eager to accept.”

  “But…”

  “No buts, kiddo. It’s time to take that stick out of your ass and live a little.” She grinned. “Think how much fun you’ll have. Now move. We have things to do.”

  “What kind of things,” Lauren asked as Marcia propelled her toward her bedroom.

  “First of all, we have a full session at Ready for Sex.”

  Lauren stopped. “Isn’t that the place…?”

  Marcia nodded. “That grooms the actors for the porn films. And they do an excellent job.”

  Lauren dug in her heels. “Marcia, I’m not doing this on film, no matter what you say.”

  “Don’t be stupid, of course not. Now come on. Get ready. Chop chop.”

  * * * *

  I can’t believe I let myself be talked into this.

  Lauren checked the wine in the fridge to make sure it was chilled, although Marcia said her ‘presents’ would bring everything with them. Still, she wasn’t exactly sure about the protocol in situations like this and didn’t want tonight to fall apart because of her poor social skills.

  Tonight! It will happen tonight! Holy shit!

  Only Marcia could convince her to step into her fantasy. Then, as she paused before the large mirror in the foyer she thought, Why not? Thirty is a big number. Why shouldn’t I try to fulfill my fantasies?

  She checked herself in the mirror, turning this way and that to get every view. Her body was waxed from head to toe, the sensitive skin of her pussy still tingling from it. She could see its nakedness peep out from behind the diaphanous folds of her gown and a shiver of anticipation ran through her. A soak in a foaming bubble bath for better than an hour had calmed down the nerves that had begun to twitch, and the scent of the bath oil plus the touches of perfume she’d applied created a cloud of jasmine around her. Her thick auburn hair had been brushed out into loose waves and the candles on the table caught the gold highlights. Her makeup showed the time she’d spent in careful application. And everything was wrapped up in a sheer champagne-colored…something…so thin it concealed nothing.

  She took a deep breath to steady herself. She was actually going to let two strange men come into her home and take her on an erotic journey. This was a fantasy she had long dreamed about and she had to trust her friend not to put her in harm’s way.

  What two men had Marcia sent her? Did she know them? Would she like them? She forced herself to stop second-guessing. Marcia had excellent taste and more than that, she knew Lauren’s taste. She closed her eyes and imagined two pairs of hands as they touched her in all her intimate places and did fantastic things to her. Her level of expectation rose and her entire body started to tingle.

  As she took one last glance at herself in the mirror, the doorbell rang. Her heart did a little skip and she moved forward to greet her guests. Her hand shook slightly on the doorknob as she pulled on it. She moved her lips into a smile of welcome—and her jaw dropped.

  Shock rippled through her body. Standing before her was one of the most magnificent male animals she had ever seen. Blond hair that had seen a lot of sun barely touched the collar of a navy T-shirt that outlined every ridge and muscle of his chest and abdomen. Soft gray slacks rested on narrow hips and outlined lean, muscular legs. His face was that of a Norse god, all high cheekbones, straight nose and eyes that rivaled the blue of a summer sky.

  Next to him was his photo opposite. Where one was light, the other dark. Where one’s eyes were sky blue, the other’s were the color of a stormy ocean. The faces, though, were the same and the bodies could have been stamped from the same masculine mold.

  Twins! My God!

  What stunned her even more was the identity of the dark-haired twin.

  “Hi, Lauren. Happy birthday.”

  The last person she’d expected to see on her doorstep ready to provide her with a night of erotic adventures was the neighbor she’d lusted after as long as she’d lived next to him. Scott Erickson. He wasn’t waving at her casually from his driveway now, or shouting a hasty greeting as he ran into his house. Instead his eyes were heated with lust and his smile was feral and hungry.

  “H-hi, Scott.” She was rooted to the floor. Scott? This was her birthday present from Marcia? How had she even pulled it off? And who was the equally gorgeous carbon copy?

  He pointed at the man with him. “My twin brother. Eric.”

  “Hey, Lauren.” Eric’s smile was even more devastating, if that was possible.

  Lauren tried to make her mouth work but no sound came out.

  Scott put his arm around her and nudged her into her foyer. “So. Marcia couldn’t decide what to get you for your birthday. She thought we’d be a nice surprise. What do you think?”

  She got her lips to work. “It’s a surprise all right. But how did…? Are you…?”

  Scott’s laugh was warm and infectious. “Your friend Marcia knew I’ve had the hots for you for a long time. You just always seemed so busy I couldn’t figure out how to break the ice.”

  “That’s what we’re doing tonight.” Eric had come in behind them, his hands wrapped around a large silver bucket filled with ice. Two champagne bottles peeked out from the cubes. “And here’s the ice we’re going to start with.”

  Somehow they had ended up in her kitchen. Eric put the ice bucket on the counter while Scott lifted Lauren to sit next to it.

  “Back in a minute,” Eric told them as he headed rearfirst out of the door.

  Lauren made an effort to focus on what was going on but all she could think of was not one but two Scotts right here in her house. Her birthday present. “Where’s he going?”

  “To get the rest of the goodies out of our place.” Scott leaned forward, his arms braced on either side of her. “You know, when Marcia sent me your wish list I was stunned. Never in a million years did I dream that my mouthwatering next-door neighbor would be into the same games I like to play.”

  Lauren shook her head as if to clear the fog from her brain. “But when did she talk to you? I mean…”

  Scott laughed again, his face so close to hers she could count his eyelashes.

  “She called this morning after what I gather was a wild night out on the town with you. Told me here was my chance if I was serious about getting to know you. Eric’s been out of the country and just got back yesterday.” He leaned forward and brushed a light kiss on her lips. “We like to do things together. Twins are like that, you know.”

  Before Lauren could respond, Eric was back. A large duffel bag hung from one shoulder and he balanced a cake box on his open palms.

  “Chocolate, right?” he asked as he set it down on the table. “Marcia said it’s your favorite. The lady at the bakery did us a huge favor.”

  “And now we’re about to do you some favors too.” Scott pulled a sheet of paper from his slacks pocket, unfolded it and began to read. “Being spanked…”

  That was as far as he got.

  “Oh my God,” Lauren squealed. “I can’t believe she put all of that on the list. That damn Marcia. She doesn’t know when to quit.” She tried to reach for it without falling off the counter. “Give that to me.”

  “Naughty, naughty.” Scott chuckled and held it just out of reach. “This is your wish list and we’re here to grant your wishes.”

  “Scott’s right. Ju
st relax and let us do our thing.” Eric pulled three champagne flutes from the duffel, popped the cork on a bottle of Moët & Chandon and poured the bubbly liquid. “A toast to your birthday.” He handed one of the flutes to Lauren.

  “Thank you.” She took a small sip. “So, do the two of you do this often? Share a woman?”

  Scott smoothed his fingers over her hair. “Since puberty, sweet thing. We discovered we have the same taste in women and in sex and it makes it more exciting when we have a threesome. Especially with someone as sexy as you.”

  “Scott couldn’t say yes fast enough to this,” Eric chimed in. “I tell you, Lauren, this man has had wet dreams about you for months.”

  Her eyes widened. “About me? You’ve got to be kidding.”

  “Not a bit. I told him if he didn’t have the balls to knock on your door and ask you out, get out of the way and let me do it. I’ve been just as hot after you as my dumb brother here.”

  Lauren blinked. “I can hardly believe it. You guys could have any woman you want.”

  Eric brushed his fingers against her cheek. “But it’s the ones that don’t throw themselves at you that are the most desirable. Don’t you know that? And you, my love, have been the object of our affections for a very long time.”

  She took another drink to steady her racing pulse. They’d wanted her? For a long time? “How come I’ve never seen you? Only Scott?”

  “I travel a lot.”

  “Eric’s a photojournalist for one of the wire services,” Scott explained. “He’s gone more than half of the time.”

  “So you live together then?”

  “After a fashion.”

  They grinned at each other.

  “We kind of crowd each other in my house. We actually decided we need someplace bigger.”