Lance led her along a jetty to a particularly fine looking boat, the Margo. Claire knew nothing about boats except that this was a big one.
“We can’t go on that!” she exclaimed. “Doesn’t someone own it?”
“Yes” Lance said smiling and Claire noticed how handsome he was. How in this light, as the sun began to draw on another night, he looked boyish and charming. His big shoulders shook as he chuckled. “And you thought we were poor little thieves, huh?”
“Well you don’t look rich.”
Lance helped her up onto the boat and then down into the cabin. It was a lot bigger than she had thought it would be with sofas around the walls and a table in the middle of the floor space. There was a bar in the corner and a drinks refrigerator. Lance moved over to it and took two bottles of water out, handing her one. She took it, drinking gratefully. Then she noticed that there was blood dripping down his arm where his bandage had come loose.
“You’re bleeding” she said and moved towards him picking up his shirt sleeve. A nasty wound gaped under it, with blood seeping out in a thin red trickle.
“It’s nothing” Lance said and made to move her away but Claire moved his hand. He had just saved her life; the least she could do was re-bandage his arm.
“Do you have a first aid kit?”
A little searching revealed one, and Claire did her best to clean the wound. All the while Lance watched her as they sat on the red velvet sofa and she first cleaned and then bandaged his arm. His eyes were soft, his lips slightly parted as he gazed at her with open hunger. Claire wasn’t sure what to do. After all she had just been kissing Jed not three hours ago. What would it say about her if she kissed Lance now?
He didn’t let her think about it. In a flash Lance had pulled her towards him and closed his lips over hers. Where Jed’s kiss was gentle, exploratory and kind, Lance’s kiss was raw and animal in its urgency.
Shocks shot down Claire’s body setting her on fire from her lips to her toes. She had clawed Lance’s t-shirt off him before she knew what she was doing. His scent filled her nostrils and all thought was leaking out of her suddenly enflamed mind.
“Well aren’t you a pretty pair.”
Jed walked into the room.
Claire jumped off Lance in shock. It was then that she realized her shirt was off exposing her bra and beneath that her breasts. Her hair had come out of its ponytail and fell in tangles over her shoulders. Lance was grinning up at his brother. He shrugged.
“I…I’m so sorry” Claire stammered. “I don’t know what you two are doing to me.”
Jed was smiling. Gently he helped her to stand up off the sofa. He took her in his arms and whispered, “We share everything, my brother and I. So if you’re keen…?” he let it hang.
Claire swallowed. Two? Two, shape-shifting brothers?
She felt her heartbeat quicken as she reached behind her back and undid the clasp of her bra letting it fall to the carpeted floor. Jed stepped forward and wrapped his hands around her face drawing her up to his mouth so that she could taste the salt on his lips.
She felt a presence behind her as Lance moved and wrapping his arms around her undid the button on her jeans. Claire shuddered, her hands running up under Jed’s shirt, ripping it off him in her frenzy to reach his skin, to feel his body pressed against hers. Lance gently pulled her jeans down and as Jed lifted her off the floor, slid them off and away.
Claire was in a world of heat and passion. Jed placed her on the floor and she turned to find Lance there, his mouth urgent on hers, his hands all over her breasts gently working them. Jed meanwhile, was kissing her neck, her back, down her spine, his hands running over her smooth skin.
Somewhere in those moments, she found the presence of mind to undo Lance’s jeans and pull them off him. He groaned into her ear, his hands sliding down to her crotch where he slipped his fingers inside her.
Claire gasped and moaned, pressing herself up against him. Lance laid her gently on the carpet then and removed his hand, sliding up her body until she could take him in her mouth. Claire ran her tongue over him, feeling the smoothness of his head, her hands caressing his shaft, gently working it back and forth.
Jed gently spread her thighs and began to lick and kiss his way down her body. He slid his fingers up inside her while his tongue licked and whipped around them.
Claire had never felt anything like this before in her life. Red-hot lust filled her and she wanted more, and more. She wanted them to be inside her, to fill her up and make her fly. She wanted to ride this wave, crest it and feel the sweet bliss that would envelope her.
The brothers worked in tandem, a perfect team. Jed pulled her up and suddenly she was sandwiched between them, Jed in front kissing her, licking her nipples until they were so hard they ached. Lance was behind her kissing her neck and whispering in her ears. And as they entered her Claire felt the air driven from her lungs. She gasped, and rocked feeling their muscled bodied writhing with hers. She was part of something, riding this big red dragon of fire from the pit of her stomach, until it rose high in the heavens and exploded around her.
They lay panting, arms and legs intertwined and Claire fell into a deep and dreamless sleep.
***
As the sun rose dragging the day into life, Claire stirred. She was alone in a massive king sized bed with silk sheets. She didn’t think people had those anymore, but here she was. She was naked. Memories of the night before came tip toeing back, and she smiled. Two for the price of one: Better than any Best Buy deal she'd ever heard of.
She stood up and went through a door to her left that led to the bathroom. There she found a robe that she wrapped around herself.
Jed and Lance, both dressed in fresh clothes were standing on the deck when Claire found them. They were holding cups of coffee in their hands.
Jed saw her first and beamed. “Good morning.”
“Hi,” Claire said. She walked over to him. “So…”
“Morning” Lance said and placed a kiss on her forehead.
Claire sighed. “So I just want to say I don’t usually behave like that.”
Jed and Lance looked at each other.
“Oh?” Jed said.
“No so, um…” Claire fell silent and looked at the floor.
Jed wrapped his arms around her.
“Hey,” he said, “If it means anything to you, I really hope you do behave like that, often.” Then seeing the look on her face he added, “Listen Claire. We both like you a lot. We like being with you, but if this brother’s thing freaks you out then you can go…but I really hope you stay. Lance?”
Lance nodded, “You are our welcome guest. But the choice is yours if you stay.”
“I can go?” Claire asked. She thought for a moment about her life. Where would she go? Back to bartending at Cool Joe’s where Charlie would yell at her for not wearing enough make up?
“Where are you going?” Claire asked, looking Jed in the eye. He winked.
“Anywhere we like. What do you say Lance, should we go sailing?”
“I’ve always wanted to go to Fiji,” Lance said and smiled. “Bet you would look sexy on those white sandy beaches.”
He ran a hand along Claire’s shoulders and she smelt him. Her knees went weak and she licked her lips, her eyes closed. What the hell would she stay here for? She hated her boring life and the dull routine that never, ever changed. Here was the possibility of excitement and danger with two great guys. Most girls struggled to find one and she had two.
Claire swallowed, opened her eyes and said, “Which way is Fiji?”
*****
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“Don’t make a sound…”
Aisha loved jogging on Zuma Beach in Malibu, but wished she had avoided it that Wednesday evening in early July. A few minutes before 8:30, the sun had just set. Daylight was fading away. She wore her usual, pink tank top, black leggings and her white sneakers, but, after being jumped from behind, she was lying on her back, pinned down by her assailant. He had covered her mouth with his left hand. A 4-inch long blade was on her left cheek; the feel of cold steel on her chocolate skin sent shivers down her spine. At first, Aisha considered throwing sand at him. However, the 6ft tall scrawny man had a black hood on and also wore goggles. Sand would not work. The 28-year old barmaid struggled to break free of his grip but to no avail. As athletic as she was, Aisha was no match for him. Her attacker had literally sat on her stomach, using his weight to pin her down. His left elbow was on her chest and her right shoulder, while his right elbow was partly on the sand and her left arm. Even kicking him in sensitive areas was out of the question. She could not reach him. Out of the corner of her eye, Aisha saw some light, forty yards to her right. There was a big, luxurious beach house nearby. During her long training sessions, she had always liked gazing at it. That house featured a large, iron front gate, with a driveway big enough to fit more than ten cars, 20x24ft glass façade on the ground floor and two windows, one on each side on the first floor. A small, 5x5ft bench was just ten feet to the left of the front gate. Aisha had always wondered who that house belonged to.
Aisha squinted at the mysterious man and twitched her legs several times. A few seconds later, she felt his blade going slowly down her neck, stopping in the middle of her chest, on the edge of her pink bra. Paralyzed with fear, Aisha’s screams for help were muffled by her assailant’s hand. Just when he was about to rip her bra, she heard footsteps on the sand. Someone was sauntering; Aisha could tell by his slow, relaxed pace. She had no time to think about anything, though. The man leaned forward and whispered in her left ear:
“I’m gonna take so much pleasure in this…”
The young barmaid was desperate. It could not get any worse. She could not even hear the footsteps she had heard earlier. The little hope she had of being rescued had vanished. All she could hear was the gentle splashing of waves on the sand. Nevertheless, Aisha would not give up. She kept trying to push him away with all her might. Undeterred, the mysterious man was not going to give up his prize. 5’7”, 128lbs, with big, black, oval-shaped eyes, long, black, curly hair, high, prominent cheekbones, high eyebrows, a silky skin and long, lush legs, Aisha was a stunning woman by any standards.
She closed her eyes, unwilling to watch the inevitable. In a split second though, she was free of his grip. Aisha popped her eyes open, only to catch a glimpse of a huge arm around her assailant’s throat, pulling him away from her. She had been rescued; her rescuer was much bigger than most men she had ever met. In the little available light, he towered over her - now in trouble - 6ft tall attacker. In a tight headlock, he kicked sand, as he was desperate to catch his breath and beat the rescuer’s arm with both his fists. But, just as Aisha was no match to him, the same could be said about her rescuer and her potential murderer. With his head just a few inches below the bigger man’s chest, he pled for mercy.
“Let me go, I can’t breathe…” Seconds after he finished his sentence, the attacker was thrown violently onto the sand. Meanwhile, Aisha was leaning against her shoulders, still attempting to come to terms with what had transpired. She could now see her rescuer’s back, even though he was more than twenty feet away. It was plainly massive. Aisha was right about his size. He was easily 6’4” and much stronger than her assailant.
Soon, she heard him slap and punch her attacker several times. Still dizzy and in shock, Aisha was about to burst into tears. She put both hands on her face and sighed. A tear rolled down her left cheek. However, the young barmaid was a strong, composed woman. Friends used to admire her for her courage and her tenacity to overcome pretty much everything life could throw at her. Having lost her parents in a horrific plane crash six years earlier, she studied Computer Science in UCLA and was looking for something better than her current line of work.
She rose to her 5’7” figure, then straightened her tank top and swept the sand from her black leggings. Her attacker was lying on the ground, moaning hard, when she heard the footsteps of her rescuer, approaching her. She looked up at him. He was a very big man, 6’4”, more than 220lbs, with a broad chest, short, straight, black hair, in a very expensive, beige, cashmere suit.
Just when Aisha tried to verbalize, the man smiled at her. His well-shaved face was square, manly and he also had a dimple on his chin.
“Are you ok?”
“I… think so. Thanks by the w…” At that point, the man raised his right hand at chest height.
“No need for that. Follow me.”
“Wait!” Aisha extended her left arm and placed it on his right shoulder.
“What’s your name?”
“Oh!” The man hit his forehead with his left wrist.
“I’m Sam Reigns.”
“Sam Reigns? The Sam Reigns? ‘CEO’ of Rocktech Internet Security?”
Rocktech was a major security software development company, employing more than 2,000 people and a big player in the electronics market. Reigns himself, although only 32 had become a very wealthy man by closing deals with many banks across the USA.
“That’s right.” He smiled at her again.
“Melt in your mouth pleasure, sweet and lovely. I just wish you hadn’t just been attacked. Then, I’d take you in my bedroom and give you a great time. Man, look at that body…” Sam was amazed by her great looks.
“What a true gentleman. He looks fantastic. I wish I met more guys like him…”
“I’m Aisha Wilson.”
“Nice to meet you, Aisha. I’d shake your hand, but…” Sam then raised his right hand in the air and showed it to her. There was some blood in his palm, right under his middle and index finger.
“It’s ok, I understand. What about him?” Aisha pointed at the unconscious man on the sand, eighteen feet across from her.
“Don’t worry. I’ll call the cops when we get in. Now, follow me.”
“Well, hold your horses, Sam. Can a girl catch her breath or something?” Aisha protested.
“After you…” Sam pointed at the bench and they both walked towards the bench. Still in a state of shock, Aisha sat on the bench and put her right hand on her chest. Sam lay back on the bench, raised his arms and placed them on the back of the bench, as cool and composed as a man can be. In spite of the fight he had just been into, the young man had kept his composure.
“Alright, I gotta ask. What the hell were you doing here?”
Aisha lowered her eyes and looked to her left, somewhat surprised by his remark.
“You’re not very perceptive, are you? Hello? Look at me!” Her voice got louder.
“Yeah, I get it, you were running on the beach and all, but did it have to be at dusk? Anyway, I’m just glad I needed that cigar. I think my nasty habit’s just saved your ass.”
“Yeah…” Aisha smirked.
“We wouldn’t want anything bad to happen to that great little ass of yours, would we?” Sam added.
“Now he’s messing with me. I’d probably tell him to go to hell, had he not saved me from that prick.” Aisha tried to get rid of the sand in her hair by running her fingers through it, one hand at a time.
“Well, you know what I do for a living. What about you?”
“I’m a barmaid. Not really loving it, but it’s a living. I’ve been through college, but that’s a long story.”
“Ok, you can tell me about it later. Now, I need a favor. There’s this big client I’m after. His name’s Jack Martelle, he’s a banker. Have you heard of him?”
Aisha nodded.
“Good. All I want you to do is pretend you’re my fiancée. You don’t need to speak or anything. Just play along,
nod, you know, be a woman and it’s all gonna be just fine. After tonight, you won’t have to see him or me again. We’re even, ok?”
Sam’s low tone seemed to have an effect on Aisha. He had a large vein on the right side of his forehead. He was so tense that she thought it was about to explode. Nonetheless, Aisha had been through a lot and needed a minute to take it all in. She had just been attacked. More than that, her attire was not suited for a special occasion.
“Um, hello? I don’t mean to sound ungrateful or anything, but can you take a minute and think about me here? I’m a mess…”
“He didn’t hurt you, did he? And don’t worry about clothes; my sister’s got dozens of fancy dresses upstairs.”
“Well, no, but…”
“Don’t. I don’t wanna hear about it.” Sam repeated his previous gesture, when he raised his right hand in the air. This time, it stopped just an inch away from her mouth. Then, he leaned forward, towards her and grabbed her by the shoulders, squinting at her.
“Aisha, the guy thinks I’m gay!” He whispered. The baffled woman stared at his stone-blue eyes and felt her pulse rising, but she could not help but burst into laughter.
“What’s so funny?” He asked.
“I… can’t do this right now.” Aisha could not stop laughing. She even averted her gaze from him and looked at the closed door, five feet to her right.
“What? You’re gonna bail on me?”
“No, I didn’t mean that. It’s just… You should have taken a look at yourself in a mirror or something.” Aisha finally stopped and faced him again.
“Alright. Let’s do this, then.”
Aisha followed Sam back to his beach house. They went past the driveway to the left and reached the service door, in the back.
A small light was on, right above the door. Sam stopped, flipped around and faced her. Only when they stepped into the light did she realize just how handsome he was.
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