Page 52 of Double Trouble
“Most likely,” Jake agreed.
“And you’re ok with that?” I asked, still not quite able to believe it.
“Yep,” Owen said.
“Sure am,” Jake grinned.
And that was when I caught their smile too.
“So that’s it then,” I said, mostly to myself. “Then yes.”
That was really, truly it. I was saying yes to whatever life brought us – judgement or not. I was saying yes to the difficulties following our hearts would entail. I was saying yes to the best lovers I could’ve asked for, two men who brought out the best in me.
Jake leaned in, his lips brushing my ear. “Tonight we celebrate for real.”
As it turned out, he was right. In the dark bed with Jake and Owen, someone had started kissing me, and someone else’s erection had nudged my butt and it occurred to me that it didn’t matter to me which was whose. Both were men I loved, who knew just how to pleasure me.
And so, it flowed. Body to body. I was kissed passionately by both of my men, fingered in perfect tandem. I was eaten out by two incredibly talented mouths until I was panting and begging for release, which they gave. Three times, four times, I lost count how many times I came.
By the time a cock entered me, I was thrashing with ecstasy. After we came, still another pierced me, ratcheting my pleasure up to new heights.
And then, finally, we were all curled up together, breathing together, holding each other. We were one.
Epilogue
Cin – One Year Later
As I gazed at the beachscapes, I wondered which one of them would be happier about what I had to tell them. Owen, maybe? Although his mind was pretty occupied right now. This crazy-popular art show was his after all.
He’d sold just about every piece he had, and now, the buzzing crowd leaving was still talking about how talented he was, and about the woman featured in quite a few of his works.
I blushed. At first, I’d been reticent about Owen photographing me on the beach. But the way he got into it, and how wonderful the finished photos were, I couldn’t say no. And now, here we were.
One year later, we were living together at the twin’s apartment. Every day we woke up to the kind of happiness I thought was reserved for movies. Owen and Jake were better for it too, or at least that’s what everyone tells me. Jake is still fighting, while Owen is still managing, with this photography business so successful it can’t really be called just a side business. And then, there was me. At work, talk had died down, people had just taken my unconventional relationship in stride. My parents and sister loved the twins, although they didn’t come around easily. Even the twins’ dad had grudgingly admitted I’m the best girlfriend they’ve ever had.
Jake’s covert ass squeeze distracted me from my reverie.
“Stop it,” I scolded him.
“Don’t pretend you don’t like it,” he said, irreverent as ever.
“There’s still people here,” I said. Because no way was I about to admit that he was right.
The ride back home a few minutes later was even worse. As Owen drove, Jake, casual as ever, slipped his hand under my coat and started fondling my breast.
“Seriously?” I asked, although I made no move to disengage myself. No. It felt too damn good to stop him now.
Jake responded by sealing his lips on mine.
By the time we got to their place, we wasted no time getting inside. Owen went in first, disappearing into the washroom. As soon as we were in the kitchen, Jake pressed me up against the counter, yanking my top down to feast on my nipples.
“Whoa,” I said.
Whoa was right, and it didn’t even begin to describe the liquid nirvana pulsing through my bloodstream. Jake lapped and sucked, as his hand went up my thighs, squeezing and kneading the flesh.
When he reached my pussy, he paused, a smile sliding onto his face. “Someone’s super wet.”
I braced myself against the kitchen counter, unable to stop myself from groaning. “Jake, please.”
He feigned obliviousness, pushing a finger in and then out. “Please what?”
I thrust out my pelvis, my hands grabbing his dick over his pants. “Fuck me.”
Jake was only too happy to comply. As he was drilling me into the kitchen counter, I groaned as pleasure stabbed deep into me. Jake gripped my hips and picked me up off of my feet. I wrapped my legs around his waist as he fucked me hard and fast. I came with a tremor, although Jake wasn’t finished yet. He turned me around and fucked me from behind, while my head swirled with another orgasm. Then, picking me up, he carried me into the bedroom.
There, he put me on my knees. Catching his eye, I realized what he had in mind, and I loved every bit of it. Lifting up my face, I said, “Do it.”
