Surprise, Surprise

by Anita Kidesu

  They perused her as they had earlier, except this time, she wore only panties. She curled her fingers into her palms to keep from covering herself. The hunger in their eyes alternately turned her on and embarrassed her.

  “You are, without a doubt, the most gorgeous thing I’ve ever seen,” Jon said. The mattress dipped as he knelt beside her.

  Reenie took in their fully dressed status. “Too many clothes.” Jon reached for her panties. “Not me. You two. Take. Off. Your. Clothes.”

  Not bothering to unbutton his shirt, Jon tore it open, sending buttons flying across the room. Matt whipped his shirt over his head and tossed it over his shoulder. Wow. Her fingers itched to touch their broad, hairy chests, sculpted shoulders, and slim hips. Their upper torsos were identical, and she assumed their bottom halves would be identical, too. There was only one way to find out as they reached for the button on their jeans.

  “Wait.” Even though they said they wanted more than one night with her, just in case things didn’t work out, she wanted the entire experience, including undressing them.

  Jon frowned. “What’s wrong?”

  “Nothing.” She sat up and propped several pillows behind her back. “Come here.” She wiggled her fingers at them.

  They scooted across the bed, stopping on either side of her.

  “Kneel up on your knees.”

  When they obeyed, their waists were at eye level, giving her better access to what she wanted to do. When she hooked her fingers into their waistbands and tugged them closer, Jon jerked. Her skin tingled at the contact of the backs of her fingers to the bare skin of their stomachs.

  “Ticklish,” Jon said, contracting his stomach muscles.

  She looked at Matt. “You, too?”

  “No.”

  “I’ll have to remember that.”

  She opened the button on Jon’s jeans and eased down his zipper, caressing his erection in the process. Jon tipped his head back and groaned. Matt’s nostrils flared as he stared at her breasts while she repeated the process with him. He reached down and rolled her nipple between his fingers, making her forget what she was doing. Oh, how she wanted those mouths back on her breasts.

  Jon’s cock bounced, bringing her back to the task at hand—literally. She slid her hands into the backs of their jeans and underwear, cupping their tight, soft, rounded asses. Her breath caught. They were so hot. The elastic from their respective boxers caught on their erections.

  Reenie bit her bottom lip. Where had this boldness come from? For someone who was, at first, filled with trepidation, she was hungry to see and touch every inch of them. “Oh, dear. It seems we have a little problem here.”

  “Little?” Matt frowned and grabbed his crotch. “I wouldn’t call this little.”

  Had she hurt his feelings? Men. “Of course, they’re not little.” She released his cock from his underwear and pulled the white fabric under his balls before doing the same to Jon. Pre-cum beaded on the tips. Jon’s cock had a small freckle on the side of the swollen head.

  “Shit,” Jon said as she wrapped her fingers around each erection.

  The heat from their shafts nearly singed her palms. Would they taste the same? She licked the tip of Matt’s cock. Slightly salty.

  “Fuck,” Matt whispered, moaning, cupping the back of her head, urging to take more into her mouth.

  Anxious to sample Jon, she left Matt swearing and licked the tip of Jon’s erection. He was more on the musky side. Different, but every bit as arousing. If she were blindfolded, she’d be able to tell them apart simply by their taste. To test her theory, she closed her eyes. This wouldn’t be a true test since she knew where each man knelt, but it would still be fun. She swirled her tongue around Matt’s cock. Salty. Then she took in Jon’s musky head. Salty. Musky. Salty. Musky. Her head swam with the essence of each one.

  Matt backed up, releasing his cock from her grip. “Enough. I don’t want to come in your mouth, and if you keep this up, I will.”

  “I’m afraid finesse is out of the question this time, Reenie.” Jon tugged her up into a kneeling position so she faced his brother. “I love your ass.” He cupped her cheeks, pressing his thumbs in her crack, inching closer and closer to her anus.

  She shivered against Matt’s chest. He lifted her chin and took her mouth into a kiss that became more and more demanding as his tongue swept into her mouth. His hard cock pulsed against her pubic bone. He brushed his thumbs against the sides of her breasts, sending spires of arousal to her pussy.

  Behind her, Jon raked his fingers through her hair, releasing built-up tension on her scalp.

  “Your hair is like a curtain of sensuality. I love it almost as much as your ass.” He swept the tresses to one side and nibbled on her neck. The heat of his erection against her ass was like a torch, one she didn’t want to put out.

  She had a cock in front, a cock in back. A moan built deep inside her. An ache in her core screamed to be released, and she grew dizzy with anticipation. They hadn’t even touched her pussy, but the pressure deep inside her wet core grew tighter and tighter. She broke Matt’s kiss and ground her clit against his cock.

  That’s all it took to toss her over the edge. A white light flashed behind her eyes. Fire flashed along her skin, threatening to burn her to ashes. Her pussy muscles coiled and pulsed, hungry to be filled. A throaty moan filled the room as she bit into Matt’s neck and rode wave after wave of pleasure exploding through her.

  “Condom.” Jon’s voice came through her foggy brain.

  When Matt eased away, she whimpered. From behind, Jon held her upright. A drawer creaked open. First one condom wrapper ripped open, then another. Jon’s cock rubbed against her ass and dipped down to the entrance of her pussy, probing. Her muscles clenched as if drawing him in. Finally, he inched inside her, filling her, stretching her.

  On his knees in front of her, Matt squeezed her nipples in time with each of Jon’s thrusts. The tip of Matt’s cock rubbed against her clit. One man in front, one in back, each creating sensations so strong she could barely breathe. She dug her nails into Matt’s shoulders and dropped her head against Jon’s neck as an orgasmic explosion rocked through her.

  Behind her, Jon’s gravelly voice grew erratic. “Fuck. You’re so fucking hot. I…” He surged deep in her and stiffened. “Ahhhh…” His breath blew through her hair. A second passed before he relaxed against her back. Holding onto her hips, he withdrew.

  “Lift her up.” Matt’s voice was every bit as deep and sexy as his brother’s.

  Good heavens. It was Matt’s turn. While trying to catch her breath, Jon lifted beneath her arms and Matt her legs.

  “Wrap them around my waist.”

  She did as Matt asked, and he thrust inside her. Her aching pussy gripped his length.

  “This. Won’t. Take. Long,” Matt said in between each thrust.

  Good heavens, she was going to die from the pure pleasure of having another cock inside her still-throbbing pussy. While Matt pumped in and out of her, Jon played with her ass, making it difficult to think. Jon’s finger touched her puckered hole. Every nerve ending in her body spiked. Her pussy gripped Matt’s pumping cock as her moan filled the air. Stars danced behind her eyelids as exquisite heat raced through her again.

  Like his brother had before him, Matt stiffened. Heat filled her. “Fuck,” he whispered in her ear.

  “Yeah,” she whispered back, hugging him until her breasts flattened onto his chest. Once he pulled out from her, they sank to the mattress, Reenie on her back, each man curled against her side. Their panting filled the room.

  “That was… That was…” She gulped.

  “Yeah.” Jon kissed her cheek. “That was.” He rolled from her side and sat on the edge of the bed. “I need to clean up. Be right back.”

  When the bathroom door closed, Matt slid his arm beneath her head and tucked her into his side. “I have no words.”

  “Me, neither.” They’d said they’d only done this together once, but they
sure seemed to be in sync. When one had kissed her neck, the other had been on the opposite side. Their mouths on her nipples had sucked and nipped simultaneously, sending a double blaze of passion through her. Had they discussed this before proposing a threesome to her?

  Matt ran his hand up and down her arm. “I have a feeling you’re wondering why we had condoms.”

  She had wondered. “I didn’t ask.”

  “I would have. And to ease your mind, we didn’t bring condoms with us in hopes of picking up a woman. Jon picked some up on the way to room when we dropped our stuff off, before we met you in the bar. I don’t make a habit of picking up women when I travel.”

  She glanced up into his face. “You did in Chicago.” Was it her imagination or did he blush?

  “That was wishful thinking. Believe it or not, after I met you that afternoon, I did exactly what Jon did tonight—bought some condoms before going back to my room.”

  The bathroom door opened, and Jon’s silhouette filled the doorway.

  “Jon, tell Reenie what you bought before coming up to our room and meeting her for supper,” Matt said.

  Jon looked down at his feet, a blush rising to his face. “Um. Condoms.”

  “See?” Matt eased his arm from under her and rose from the bed. “My turn in the bathroom.”

  Reenie wasn’t sure if she was upset that they had assumed she would fall into bed with them, or happy they had. Hell, she was confused, embarrassed, and excited, all at the same time.

  Jon lay down beside her and rolled her over to face him. Their bodies touched from chest to toes. After three explosive orgasms, how could her nipples be tingling and her pussy throbbing already? She wanted to burrow into him. Jon’s heart raced against her chest. While not as large as before, his cock grew against her stomach intensifying the need building inside her.

  “Didn’t you believe him about the condoms?” Jon asked.

  “Not until he told me he’d bought some after he met me in Chicago. I figured you guys had a girl in every city.”

  “Not hardly.” Jon laughed. “Hell, this is the first convention I’ve gone to. Matt usually does them all.”

  How long was Matt going to be in the bathroom? She wanted to feel his body pressed against her back, cocooning her between two sexy, hot bodies.

  Why hadn’t Jon attended a convention before? What she’d seen of him at their booth, he was a natural at interacting with their attendees. “Why did you come to this one?”

  Jon shrugged. “Matt said it was time I took part in this side of the business. He was tired of handling the booth by himself. After today, I can understand why. Talking to people all day is tiring. Plus, this is the first time we’ve let people know we write the books together.”

  Reenie caressed Jon’s ass. Why were men’s butts so much more rounded than women’s? She never knew they could be so baby-skin soft, too.

  A shiver ran through Jon.

  “Are you cold?” she asked.

  “Hell, no. How can I be cold when I have you against me?” His kiss was light. “You’re turning me on.”

  The bathroom door opened, and Matt padded to the bed. “Who’s turning who on?” The mattress dipped when Matt joined them. He pulled the sheets and blankets to their necks.

  With Matt’s warmth snuggling against her back and Jon against her front, she grew drowsy. But their hardening cocks were making her horny. What a dilemma. Sex or sleep? A light snore came from behind her. Matt was asleep? Jon’s body relaxed and his leg slid from hers. She nudged Jon, then Matt. Jon snuffled. Matt’s snores stopped and started again. Both were dead to the world. Well, that answered that question.

  Breathing in Jon’s essence and tucking her ass into Matt’s crotch, she let sleep overtake her. She had to be the luckiest woman in the world.

  ****

  Deep, male voices rumbled through her dream. Deep, sexy voices.

  “Let’s let her sleep.”

  “Yeah. We were pretty hard on her last night.”

  “I wouldn’t mind climbing back in bed and catching a few more winks.”

  “If we did that, you know damn well we wouldn’t make it downstairs. As it is, we’re barely going to get to the booth on time.”

  Where the hell was she, and who was talking? Reenie opened an eye. Sunlight flared through the ends and middle of the curtain, burning a hole in her brain. Hotel room? A kiss on her shoulder opened her memory bank. Matt. Jon. And a whole lot of sex. She rolled over, her aching body protesting.

  Jon kissed her again. “Hi, sleepy head.”

  She ran her tongue over gritty teeth. Yuck. Her breath must smell awful. “Hi,” she said from behind her hand. “What time is it?”

  “Almost ten.”

  “Why did you let me sleep so late?” Her plans had been to leave in the early hours of the morning, so no one would see her leave and make the walk of shame to her room. But surprisingly, she felt no shame for what transpired during the night. She’d lost count of the number of times they’d had sex, but her sore pussy and tender breasts said more than a few.

  “We need to get to work.” Matt bent to kiss her. “Stay and rest longer if you want.”

  Reenie wrapped the sheet around her, struggled to sit up on the edge of the bed, and searched for her clothes. Surprisingly, they were folded neatly on a chair, her shoes sitting side-by-side beneath it. Who was the neat freak? Based on how they organized their toiletries in the bathroom, probably both.

  Her fingers caught in her tangled hair. “Thanks, but I’ll go to my room and shower.”

  Jon stood in the open doorway after Matt exited. “What will you do the rest of the day?”

  “I have some college friends I’m meeting for lunch and shopping.”

  “The convention closes at six today. Will you meet us in the bar again for supper?”

  Her heart warmed as she held back a sigh of relief. Good. This wasn’t going to be a one-night thing. They wanted to spend more time with her. A bubble of joy worked its way into a smile. “Sure.”

  When the door closed behind him, Reenie bunched the sheet in her arms and headed for the bathroom. After relieving herself, she stood before the mirror and suppressed a shriek.

  “Shit.” Why hadn’t they run from the room, screaming? Her hair stood out as if an eggbeater had been run through it. Mascara rimmed her eyes, both above and below. A sick raccoon would look better. Whisker burned cheeks glowed pink. A hickey—no, two hickeys, one on each side of her neck—gave testament to Matt and Jon’s exuberant lovemaking.

  With no make-up remover available, she tried using a wet washcloth. “Shit. I’m only making it worse. Damn waterproof mascara.” She tossed the washcloth in the sink. Remembering their penchant for neatness, she rinsed it out and hung it on a towel rack. The only thing to do was to get dressed and go to her room.

  With no time to waste before she met her friends, she threw on her clothes, grabbed her purse, and left the room, running smack into a man. Damn. Just her luck. Looking like a floozy and nearly bowling someone over.

  “I’m so sorry, sir.”

  “That’s all right. No harm done.” The man stepped back. “Reenie. Right?”

  How…? Oh. The man from the table with the author, Robbie Green, she’d met yesterday. Carson. There was something about his smile. It was familiar yet contemplative, as if he knew something she didn’t, rather like yesterday when he and his wife watched her leave their table.

  “Nice seeing you again, but I need to get going,” she said.

  Before turning the corner to the elevators, she glanced over her shoulder. Carson hadn’t moved. He tapped his lips, looking first at Matt and Jon’s room, then at her. What the hell? Was he planning on breaking into their room? Should she warn them? Before she pulled her cell phone from her purse, Carson walked in the other direction and opened the door to a room at the end of the hall.

  With a shrug, she entered the elevator. There was no reason to worry about the opinion of a man she’d met once—an
d then only briefly. She rode the elevator to her room, looking forward to an afternoon with her friends with thoughts of joining Matt and Jon tonight never far from her mind. She knew which one caused her heart to race and her body tingle.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  “I need a nap,” Matt said two hours later, his jaw cracking through a yawn, too tired to eat the lunch Jon had brought to their booth. With a noon lull in the Saturday crowds, it was a chance to catch their breaths and eat a quick bite.

  Jon dropped to the chair and rested his head on the table. “I hear ya, man. Probably wasn’t a good idea staying up most of the night, making love with Reenie.”

  “No, it was an excellent idea. One of the best we’ve ever had.” As tired as he was, his cock responded to the memory of sharing her body. Hopefully, they could repeat it again and again before they had to leave tomorrow. “For someone who denied ever wanting a ménage, you sure didn’t have any qualms about it last night.”

  Jon shrugged and ran a hand down his face. “Guess it took the right woman to change my mind.”

  “Do you think she’s the right one? Or should I say the one?” Matt knew damn well she was the one for him.

  “Yeah,” Jon answered, taking a sip of coffee. “I’m not sure how I’m going to stay awake tonight, though.”

  Matt bit into his burger. Hopefully, the food and lots of coffee would revive him. At this point, he’d probably have to drink a gallon of it to get the caffeine to kick in. “Maybe we should take turns going back to the room for naps.”

  “I like how you think, bro, but now that people know we’re identical twins who write together, won’t they expect us both to be here?”

  “They’ll just have to understand that we need breaks. If they want to meet both of us, they can come back later.”

  Jon yawned so loud, people stopped and stared.

  Matt laughed. “How about if you take the first break? Come back here in an hour.”

  After Jon left, Matt sketched a few scenes for a book he and Jon had discussed that morning in between talking with the few people who’d stopped by their table. The coffee had worked its magic. Hopefully, it wouldn’t keep him awake when it was his turn for a nap.