by Anita Kidesu
A headache built in her left temple. She unclenched her jaw. If she didn’t ease her grip on the wineglass stem, she’d break it. Her cell phone chirped. A message from Matt.
It’s not what you think.
Huh. He had no idea she was thinking about murder. Instead of answering, she scrolled through her aps and brought up a book she’d been reading. If she concentrated on the mystery, maybe she could drown out their voices. After a few pages into the book, a shadow crossed her table. Dare she look up? What would she say to either of them? Jerks.
“Reenie, isn’t it?” The female voice was soft and familiar. “Are you alone?”
Reenie looked up at Robbie Greene, the author she’d met yesterday. She waved to the empty chair across from her. “I’m alone. I was supposed to meet a couple of guys here, but it seems they are otherwise engaged. Men are such jerks.”
“Are you referring to the twins sitting at the booth with the two women?”
“Those would be the ones. They invited me to dinner but obviously made other plans.” Reenie took a sip of wine and glanced over her glass at the older woman. “How did you know?”
“We were here when they arrived. Shortly after they were seated, those two women charged across the room and practically shoved them into the wall as they sat down. I overheard one of the guys say they were waiting for someone else, but the women ignored him. Neither has looked comfortable, and they can’t keep their eyes off you. It doesn’t take an investigator to figure out what happened.”
Hope built in her heart. “I saw those two bimbos at their booth yesterday. The guys are authors, too.” Why was Robbie smiling as if she knew a secret? “What do you think happened?”
“I think those women have the idea they’re set for the night. But neither of the men have put their arms around the girls, kissed, or have said more than a few words to them.”
Reenie frowned. “I did get a text from one of them saying it wasn’t what it looked like.”
Robbie stood. “Maybe you need to find out what happened and decide what to do about it.” She patted Reenie’s arm. “By the way, my real name is Josie Sandberg, and from what I know of those boys, they’re good guys. Fight for what you want.” Before Reenie could respond, the older woman left the restaurant with two men.
Sandberg. Sandberg. Reenie dropped her chin to her chest and covered her mouth with her napkin. Holy shit. Was she Matt and Jon’s mother? If so, was the man she’d bumped into this morning their father? Her chest tightened. She tried to swallow around the lump in her throat. What would they think of her?
Wait. Josie had said to find out what happened. Reenie looked across the room. Josie, Carson, and the other man stood in the entrance to the bar. The men each held one of her hands. Josie kissed her husband on the cheek, then the other man. Oh. My. God. Did that mean what she thought it meant?
A piercing giggle came from behind her as the waiter set her pizza on the table. Reenie tossed her napkin down. Fight for what she wanted, Josie had said. Well, she wanted Jon and Matt. She swung around in her chair and eyed the foursome.
She bit back a smile when Matt mouthed, “Help.” Good. They hadn’t invited the women to join them.
With her glass of wine in one hand and pizza in the other, she rose and stood at the end of their booth. “Is there room for me here?”
“Get lost,” the blonde said. “These guys are ours.”
“Really? Hmmm. Did they invite you to sit with them?”
The blonde frowned. “Yes.”
Reenie set her glass and pizza on the table and folded her arms over her chest. “Hmmm. Did they actually go over to the bar and say, ‘Hey, ladies, come and join us for a drink,’ or did they tell you they were waiting for someone?”
Jon’s eyes seemed to plead with her. “We tried to tell them, Reenie, but they wouldn’t listen.”
Resting her palms on the edge of the table, she narrowed her eyes at the blonde, then the brunette. “Is that true?”
“Well…” the brunette muttered.
“Let me tell you two something. These guys are mine and mine alone. I don’t share.” Well, she did, but not with other women.
The blonde’s mouth dropped open. “Both of them?”
“Both of them. I’m going to tell you something else. I have a very short fuse and hold a black belt in karate. So, I’d suggest you get your asses out of this booth and away from my men or suffer the consequences.” She leaned toward the women. “Do. I. Make. Myself. Clear?”
Blondie grabbed her purse and a bag and skidded across the seat. “Both of them?” she whispered in Reenie’s ear.
Reenie nodded.
“Lucky bitch.”
“You got that right.” When the brunette joined her friend, Reenie added, “I don’t want to see either of you anywhere near us.” Reenie towered over the two women and used it to her advantage. “Understand?”
Both women nodded, looked over their shoulders at Matt and Jon, and skittered away.
“You hold a black belt?” Jon asked.
She slid in beside Matt. A snort accompanied her laugh. “Hell, no, but they don’t know that.” She bit into a slice of pizza. “Did you guys order?”
Jon raised his empty beer bottle to a waiter. “Are you kidding? We had all we could do to keep them from attacking us in the booth. If we’d ordered, they would have stuck around.”
Reenie pushed the pizza to the center of the table. “Help yourself.”
“Kinda small, isn’t it?” Matt asked, downing half a slice in one bite.
“I thought you’d ditched me, and I’d be eating alone. This was big enough for one.” She eyed the empty pizza pan. How had they eaten it so fast? “Was being the operative word.”
“Let’s get a larger one,” Jon said, flagging down their waiter and giving him their order. When the man left, Jon leaned back in the bench seat and smiled. “So, we’re your men, huh?”
“I don’t know. Are you?” Nerves jangled in her stomach. Would they answer the way she hoped?
Matt placed his hand over hers. “We sure as hell hope so.”
The butterflies in her stomach quit fluttering. Did they truly mean it? “Really?”
Jon leaned into the table, took her other hand in his, and kissed the back. “Really. Matt and I have talked about it—a lot. We know we haven’t known you long, but both of us know what we want. And we want you. In our lives and in our bed.”
Reenie frowned and stared into her wine glass. Even though being a part of their lives was something she’d thought about, now that they had asked her, was it the right thing to do? And what about their parents? “I have a one question to ask.” She paused. “No, make that several questions.”
“Shoot,” Jon said, releasing her hand and leaning back, allowing the waiter to place clean plates and fresh drinks before them.
Would they think she was nosy? What the hell. Her grandmother had always said, “You never learn anything if you don’t ask.” Making up answers to unasked questions simply got a person in trouble.
“Did you see the woman who talked with me earlier?” At their nods, she asked, “Is she your mother?”
“Yes,” they said together. “Why?”
“Um…”
“Matt, let’s spare her any more embarrassment,” Jon said. “Josie is our mother, who is an author. The man you bumped into when leaving our room this morning is our father. He told us about the incident.”
Reenie moaned and buried her head in her folded arms on the table.
Matt rubbed her back. “It’s all right, sweetie. Our parents are cool. In fact, if you saw them leave, you may have noticed another man with them. That’s Eric, the man our folks share their lives with.”
Without raising her head, she turned and looked at Matt. “You mean…”
Matt said, “They live a ménage lifestyle, just as we’d like to with you.”
So that was why Josie had said to go for what she wanted. She must have known what her sons wante
d. Reenie sat up.
“Not only that,” Matt said as he put his arm around her shoulders and hugged her into his side, “but our grandparents, our father’s parents, also live the lifestyle.”
Reenie leaned away from Matt and looked between the brothers. When neither slapped the table and yelled, “kidding,” she knew they were serious. “Seriously?”
Jon grinned, sending her heart skittering. “Really. Guess we come by wanting to share a woman naturally.”
“Here you go, folks,” the waiter said, setting the pizza in the middle of the table. “Enjoy.”
Her stomach growled at the aroma of sauce, melted cheese, crust, and sausage, but would she be able to take a bite while grinning? Could she swallow around the giggles threatening to erupt? Happy tears pooled in her eyes. They wanted her as much as she wanted them. She had to be the happiest, luckiest woman alive.
“Eat up,” Jon said, pulling a piece from the metal pan, tugging at the stringing cheese. He wiggled his eyebrows at her. “We’re going to need our strength.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
“Whose room?” Reenie asked half an hour later as they stepped into the elevator.
“Ours,” the guys said in unison. Matt pushed the button for their floor.
That was fine with her. She didn’t have any condoms, anyway. It was something she was going to have to stock up on if she was going to have a relationship with Matt and Jon. Unless… She knew she was getting ahead of herself—and them—but even though the idea appealed to her, nothing had been said about living together. A woman could fantasize, couldn’t she?
They pressed their hands against the small of her back as they left the elevator. Waking up sandwiched between two handsome, kind men every day would be a dream. Like the blonde woman had said, “Lucky bitch.”
As they walked down the hallway, her body zinged in anticipation of what was to come. Unlike last night, this time she knew what to expect and her system spiked with desire. If her nipples got any harder, they’d fall off and roll across the floor when she took off her bra. Her pussy swelled and pulsed, and her legs grew weak and wobbly.
Reenie stayed by the closed door as Matt and Jon pulled the drapes shut and turned on lights. Soft music played from the television. Blankets and sheets were pulled back. She closed her eyes and breathed in their scent lingering in the room, reminding her of last night’s romp. Drawers opened and closed, and tearing plastic echoed through the room. What on earth were they doing? She jumped when someone clasped her shoulders. She opened her eyes and looked into Matt’s deep brown ones, the flecks of gold seeming to sparkle.
“Ready, sweetie?” Matt’s voice was deep with desire.
Go for what you want. Josie’s voice rang in her head. With a movement so bold she nearly didn’t recognize herself, she grasped the front of Matt’s open shirt and yanked him to her. The throbbing between her legs grew as she kissed him.
She urged his mouth open, demanding, wanting more of his taste. When she sought his tongue, his groan filled her with longing. She pressed her pelvis against his erection. Their breaths quickened, and she wanted more.
Matt broke the kiss and touched his forehead to hers. “C’mon, Jon is waiting.”
Jon sat on one side of the bed, leaning against a bank of pillows. With his shirt unbuttoned, his pants open at the waist, and his erection pulsing under his underwear, he was sex personified. Even his bare feet were sexy.
“Take off her shirt, Matt.”
Reenie was surprised at Jon’s authoritative tone. Last night, he seemed to let Matt take the lead, but tonight… Her breath caught as goosebumps covered her body.
“Happily.” Matt brushed her hair over her shoulders. His fingers shook as he released the top button, then the succeeding ones. He tugged the hem of her blouse from her jeans. With a care that surprised her, he removed the top, folded it in half, and laid it on the spare bed. He licked his lips as he eyed her breasts hidden by her push-up bra.
“Now, her jeans.” Jon lay on his side, cupping his head in his hand. He’d undone his zipper, and the tip of his cock peeked from the top of his underwear.
Reenie’s fingers ached to touch him, but Matt brought her back to what he was doing when he undid the clasp and unzipped her jeans. He cupped her ass inside her pants before letting the garment drop to the floor. Her pussy fluttered, and her breath hitched.
When the jeans were off, he folded and placed them on the spare bed like he had her blouse. Clad in only her bra and skimpy bikini underwear, she reveled in the power she held over the men. She was the one who gave them their erections, the one making their breathing erratic, the one putting the passion in their eyes.
“Beautiful.” Still on his side, Jon scooted across the bed. “Bra.”
Matt reached behind her, released the clasp, and slid the bra down her arms. Luckily, her nipples didn’t roll across the floor. Instead of putting her bra on the bed, Matt let it drop to the floor between their feet. That seemed more like him. He palmed her breasts.
“Suck,” Jon said, his voice gravelly.
With each tug of her nipples into Matt’s mouth, Reenie’s legs weakened. She clutched his shoulders to keep from melting into a puddle of desire. Each swirl, nip, and pull of Matt’s lips, tongue, and teeth sent shockwaves to her pussy. Dampness filled her panties as she closed her eyes.
“Open your eyes, Reenie,” Jon said. “Watch him. Soon, it will be both of us.”
Matt’s dark head moved back and forth between her breasts. Jon caressed her leg, brushing closer and closer to the edge of her underwear.
“I can smell her excitement for us. Hot. Sexy. Ready.” Jon sat on the edge of the bed. “Turn toward me, Reenie. Matt, stand behind her.”
When she did as he requested, her pussy was level with Jon’s face. He kissed her stomach, lower and lower, until his warm breath passed through her thin panties.
From behind, Matt’s dick pulsed against her ass, its heat burning into her skin. He cupped her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers. Her legs nearly went out from under her.
“Easy, sweetie,” Matt said.
She leaned her head against his shoulder, giving him access to the side of her neck. His nibbles sent shivers up and down her spine.
Jon hooked his thumbs into the sides of her underwear. He licked and kissed her lower belly, following a path to her pussy as he eased her panties down until they dropped to the floor.
“Keep your eyes open,” Jon said. “Watch me lick your pussy.”
Her head seemed to weigh a ton as she glanced down her body. Jon’s tongue flicked her clit. Fire raged through her. She didn’t know if it was a twin thing or a man thing, but Matt tweaked her nipples at the same time Jon licked her pussy.
Electricity shot from her nipples to her pussy and flew from her pussy to her nipples. She didn’t care what Jon said and closed her eyes, letting the sensation of their tandem attack sweep through her.
All thoughts flew from her mind as she came closer and closer to her peak. Matt spread her ass cheeks apart and burrowed his hard cock into her crack, pressing the tip against her hole. Oh. My. God. Never in a million years would she have thought that part of her body would be sensitive enough to nearly send her over the edge. Her pussy clenched in sync with her anus. Could she survive the intensity if they took her in both places at the same time?
Jon shoved his tongue inside her wet core while flicking a finger across her clit. Pressure built deep inside until she thought she’d explode. She rested her head against Matt’s shoulder. Jolts of pleasure spiraled through her. Her legs wobbled, and her back arched as she moaned. Wave after wave of mind-numbing sensations surged through her core.
As her body trembled and shook, Matt lifted her and placed her on the bed, his tenderness nearly bringing her to tears.
“That was gorgeous,” he said, sweeping a finger across her cheek. The light kiss he placed in the center of her forehead was as erotic as anything else they’d done. Well, may
be not as erotic, but enough to set her heart pounding.
Jon lay alongside her, his touches on her breasts, stomach, and pussy as gentle as Matt’s kiss. “We’re going to do something different tonight.”
If they kept up their soothing caresses, she’d fall asleep even before one cock slid into her. “What’s that?” she managed to mutter.
“Roll over,” Matt said, brushing her hair from her face.
“On my stomach?”
Matt chuckled. “Since you’re on your back, you can only roll over onto your stomach.” He ran his hand down her torso and slipped a finger into her pussy still convulsing from the orgasm.
She wanted—no needed—something bigger than a finger inside her. How the hell was a woman supposed to think with two men playing with her?
Jon slid a pillow under her breasts when she flipped to her stomach. At least her face wouldn’t be smashed into the mattress when they did…whatever they were going to do. And whatever it was, Reenie had a feeling it was going to be good.
Starting at her shoulders, both men kneaded her muscles. Bit by bit, they moved down her back to the top of her ass.
“Oh, lord, that feels good.” There was no way she could keep her moans at bay.
“Raise your hips up,” Jon whispered in her ear.
When she complied, Jon placed two pillows beneath her, leaving her ass in the air.
Hands stroked down her ass, to her legs, and back up again.
“Spread your legs.”
With her brain moving like molasses, she couldn’t tell which one spoke. She didn’t care, either, as long as they kept up what they were doing.
Cool air hit her pussy and her ass hole when someone separated her cheeks. Something cold dribbled on her skin. She jumped.
“Sorry. Guess we should have warmed up the lube.” The chuckles sounded like Matt.
Jerk.
When a finger brushed against her hole, lights danced behind her eyes. She clenched her ass muscles together.
“Relax, sweetie.” Someone pressed down on her lower back. “Relax your muscles. We’re going to prepare this lovely ass for us.”
