by Meg Bawden
“Which one were you having coffee with the other day?” Teddy asked, eagerness flashing across his face in the form a sly grin.
“That would have been me. I’m Bristol.” Bristol held out his hand. “Nice to see you again, Teddy.”
“I asked you if you had a twin,” he snarked. Then he frowned. “I’m confused. Gray told me during one of our gossip sessions that he was interested in Blair?”
Grayson flushed again and clasped Teddy’s wrist, dragging him closer so none of the other busybodies could hear. “I did, and I thought he was Blair. He wasn’t. Obviously. He was, and has always been, Bristol.”
“Oh. Oh!” Teddy chuckled. “Mistaken identity, huh? Typical romance story.” He glanced around and then leaned even closer to whisper in Grayson’s ear, still loud enough for us to hear. “Twins? You’re a lucky man, Grayson Briggs. I’ve always fantasized about having twin hotties in my bed. Tell me, are their cocks as identical as the rest of them?”
“Teddy!” Grayson shoved him, and Teddy cackled too loudly, making me cringe. We didn’t want any more attention than what was already on us.
“Are you going to take our drink orders or not?” I snapped, earning me a raised eyebrow.
“Who pissed in your Cheerios?”
I opened my mouth, but Bristol shoved my shoulder.
“If it’s all right with you, we want to order.” Bristol sent Teddy a charismatic smile I taught him when we were teenagers. I’d never actually seen him put it to use until now, and it looked odd on his face. Fake. Too fake. I’d have to give him some pointers later.
It worked, though, because Teddy practically melted. He swiped at his bangs and pulled out his notepad. “Sure thing, hon’. What did you want?”
“I’ll have an affogato latte with four sugars,” I interrupted before Bristol could speak. It earned me a glare from him. “And add in a shot of Amaretto.”
Teddy snorted and stared down at me with pursed, glossy lips. “You look like the type of guy who needs alcohol and sugar in his drinks.”
“Thanks.” I leaned back in the chair and curled my arm around Bristol’s chair, aiming for nonchalant.
“It wasn’t a compliment.”
“I want to think it was.”
Bristol let out a drawn-out sigh, before his smile returned as he ordered. “I’ll have a mocha, please, Teddy.”
Teddy scribbled on his notepad before he turned to Grayson. “FYI, I prefer Bristol.” He grabbed the menus and sent a glare at me before he pranced off again, a sway to his hips.
“Does he already know what you want?” Bristol asked.
Grayson smiled. “I may be more addicted to coffee than I admit.”
I snorted and leaned forward. “Nothing wrong with that.”
He turned curious eyes on me, his lips twitching as if trying not to smile. “Why do you like pissing people off?”
“He’s always done it, since he was a kid, but he was less of an asshole back then,” Bristol said before I could answer. He poked me in the side, but it was playful, and it took me a moment to realize I didn’t really mind the touch. How long had it been since we sat together this way? Before our parents’ death. Everything was before and after.
“That’s not true. I’ve always been an asshole. Remember the time I stuck Miss Harper to her chair with superglue after she gave you a detention? We were ten.”
Bristol laughed, and the loudness of it startled me. “Oh yeah. Mom was madder than a puffed toad. It took Dad two days to calm her down.”
“I thought she was going to whoop my ass.” I snorted at the memory. I was grounded to our room for a week.
“To be fair, though, I deserved that detention. I stuck my tongue out at her.”
“Why did you do that?” Grayson’s voice broke through the moment, reminding me we weren’t alone, and time had passed since then. We weren’t young and innocent now, and our parents weren’t here. We hadn’t even realized that some of Dad’s Louisianan slang had slipped in our conversation.
“She told me I had to be quiet during study time. I wanted to talk to Blair.” Bristol shook his head, chest still rumbling with chuckles.
“You did get to talk to me, during detention.” My lips twitched and I gave him an attempt at something he could probably take as a smile.
Grayson joined in on the laughter and slapped a hand over his mouth. “How long did the detentions last?”
“We had a month worth of them. If you asked Mom, it wasn’t long enough. She begged Miss Harper to give us three months’ worth.”
“But by then, she was sick and tired of seeing us,” I finished.
Grayson wiped amused tears out of his eyes, but we sat there for at least five minutes, just laughing until the story grew old.
“Sounds like you had a great childhood,” Grayson said. “I wish I had a brother to grow up with.”
“I thought I read in the newspaper that you had one?”
I nudged Bristol and shook my head, but it was too late by then.
Grayson sighed. “I did. I was half his age, and… he died. He became friends with some bad guys who were older than him, and they forced him to do drugs. He wasn’t ever really around when I was growing up, too busy hanging with a bad crowd, and he ODed when he was sixteen.”
I saw the moment Bristol deflated. His shoulders slumped and he had that sad puppy dog expression on he always got when he was heartbroken. “I’m sorry, Gray.”
He began to reach over the table, as though he was reaching for Bristol’s hand, but I shoved the salt and pepper in front of him, effectively stopping him. “We’re in public,” I hissed quietly. “Decorum, Mr. Mayor. We don’t need photos in the Bulletin.”
“Oh. Of course.” Grayson withdrew it again, his face somber, and guilt gnawed at me. Fuck that. I wasn’t going to feel bad for doing my job. He could be sad later, when we were all alone.
“Here’s your drinks.” Teddy slid a round tray onto the table and passed out the hot beverages. He paused when he settled Grayson’s in front of him. “Everything okay, hon’?”
Grayson sent him a smile, but it was halfhearted, and even a blind mind could see the unhappiness in it. “Perfect. Thank you, Teddy.”
He nodded, sent me another glare and then left again.
Bristol leaned on the table, keeping his voice low. “Maybe we could drink this and go somewhere more private? We should talk about…things.”
Grayson and I both sounded our agreement and drank our coffees in relative silence. Although, Bristol still spoke, talking about that damn farm and the animals. It was enough to get a genuine smile out of Grayson, and I couldn’t fault Bristol for his attempts. It made me wonder why I was even here.
Grayson
After we drank our coffees, the twins followed me home to my mansion in Blair’s Lamborghini. Bristol tried to insist on taking his truck, but Blair wouldn’t hear it and practically forced his brother into the sunrise yellow vehicle.
The mansion was the only thing I’d chosen to overspend on, and even then, I wasn’t a huge fan of it. It was too big for one person, and while I had a range of servants, it felt lonely, as though they weren’t allowed to talk to me for fear of retribution. The only one who bothered was Bonita.
“I didn’t tell you this last time we were here, but you’ve got a nice place,” Bristol said when he heaved himself out of the low car.
I closed the door to my electric car I’d finally pulled out of the garage and breathed in the crisp spring air. The one good thing about living on Cherry Hill was that the altitude meant we got a better breeze and fresher air than the lower parts of town.
“Do you think?” I grinned at him and stepped closer to them. “This doesn’t seem to be your type of home.”
Bristol ducked his head. His handsomeness was surreal, and I still wasn’t sure how I’d confused him for Blair. “It’s not, but that doesn’t mean I can’t appreciate its beauty.”
Blair rolled his eyes. “Can we cut the crap here?” He shifted closer u
ntil I could feel his breath on my neck, hot and heavy. “I want to fuck you again, get you nice and wet and slide into your tight hole until you’re screaming my name.”
His strong scent teased my nose—he still smelled of leather—and pleasure and need shot through me, heading south and straight to my cock. I couldn’t deny I wanted him and Bristol again, but I wanted to get to know them better. Was that foolish of me? Obviously, Blair thought I’d brought them back for another round of hot sex. It’s all he ever thought about and I didn’t blame him. Our chemistry was off the charts.
I stepped back, startling Blair enough that his eyes widened. “Not yet. Would you care to come in?” I didn’t wait for them to answer, merely turned on my heels and headed toward the door. Bonita’s husband, Felix, opened it for me from the inside like he usually did when he heard a car pull up, and I thanked him as I walked past. Footsteps followed me, and I turned at the threshold of the living room to see Bristol following close behind, Blair not far behind him. At least Blair came inside. I didn’t expect him to when I wasn’t giving up my ass to him.
I led them into the sitting area and slid off my suit jacket, sneezing as I did so. I’d almost forgotten I had this virus because the medication I’d been using had begun to work. “Stay here. I’m just getting some more meds for this illness.”
I didn’t wait for them to answer as I strode past them and into the kitchen. Bonita greeted me with a kiss on the cheek.
“Did you bring those two alphas again?” she asked in her strong Spanish accent. She cuddled up closer to me, touching the back of her hand against my forehead.
I returned her kiss with one of my own on her cheek. “Yes. Their names are Bristol and Blair.”
“I just cleaned. They better have taken their shoes off at the door.” She sounded like a disapproving mother hen, and I laughed, glancing down at my own shoes that I hadn’t taken off. She clicked her tongue at me and pinched my chin. “You’re lucky I love you, boy.”
“Thanks.”
As if knowing exactly what I wanted, she grabbed the extra meds from the cabinet and passed them to me with some water. After I’d taken them, I sent her a smile and headed back to the living room. Much to my surprise, they hadn’t killed each other. Instead they were mulling over Blair’s phone.
“What are you doing?” I slid off my shoes at the door, leaving my socks on, and headed over to my stereo. I turned on some soft jazz music and the sound lulled me into my comfort zone. If we were going to chat, I wanted to get comfortable.
“I was showing Bristol some hot omegas that I met on my travels,” Blair said, and I almost believed him until I saw his teasing smile. It surprised me into pausing halfway to reaching them. I couldn’t remember seeing a genuine grin on his face since I’d started working with him, and I enjoyed seeing it—easygoing and more relaxed.
“He wasn’t! He was showing me some of the locations he visited when he traveled to Europe before he got a job with you,” Bristol said quickly, as though I’d believe Blair and it would have ruined his chances with me.
I laughed at the desperation that passed over his face and shifted closer, touching his shoulder. “It’s fine. I know he was joking. Can I sit between you?”
Bristol and Blair shuffled backward, making room for me on the peridot-green couch I’d bought when I first moved in right after I’d won the mayor campaign. My entire life had changed the day I came out on top in that election.
I fell onto the soft cushions and sighed. “That’s nice. Comfortable.”
Their scents both reached my nose and I took a moment to distinguish them. While Blair had a rich smell about him, with the leather and exoticness that came with it, Bristol’s scent had a homely vibe about it. It was gentle and calming, like the smell of the cherry trees when their leaves fluttered in the wind as a goodbye before winter. Something natural. Separately, they smelled amazing, but together, it was even better. Two lovely scents that combined to make a toe-curling, pleasure-inducing feeling that left me breathless and hard at the same time.
“How are you feeling?” Bristol leaned closer, his nose buried against the side of my face. His breath was hot against my flushed skin, and a moan slipped from my mouth before I could stop it.
“Better.”
Blair’s hand touched my thigh and I grinned at him. I knew what he wanted. What they both wanted, but Blair more than Bristol. I wanted it too, if I was being completely honest, but I needed to make this more than about sex. Who were the Scott twins?
“Tell me about Emily.”
“Instant erection killer,” Blair muttered, falling back against the couch.
Bristol smiled, though, and the love he had for his sister shone in his eyes. He settled against the cushions. “What do you want to know? I think she’d like you.”
“Yeah? I hope so.” I kissed him, mouth flush against his, just because I could. Then I turned to do the same for Blair, and he was waiting for me. He cupped my jaw and fucked my mouth with his tongue until heat warmed my belly and my cock twitched, but he knew his limits and pulled away before we went to the point of no return.
“So, do you have any other stories to share with me? Because, guys, I’m about to make a bargain with you.”
That earned an eyebrow raise from Blair and a head cock from Bristol.
“You don’t get to fuck me until I hear… three childhood stories from you.” I stroked Bristol’s hair-roughened jaw before I turned to do the same to Blair’s smooth one. “So get chatting.”
“That’s cruel, Mr. Mayor,” Blair purred.
I grinned wickedly. “I didn’t become mayor because of my good looks. I’m very charismatic. Go.”
They both laughed, and expectedly, Bristol began talking first.
We spent the month getting to know each other and then falling into bed. Every time they visited, they had to share three childhood stories with me before they bent me over, one fucking me in the ass, the other using my mouth, before they tag teamed and swapped holes. I almost expected them to high-five when they passed each other.
I felt like a dirty whore. I not only had one guy, but two, and they were twins. Did that make me selfish? I didn’t care if it did. I wanted them both. Needed them both.
I spent alone time with each one as well. Bristol took me to the farm and showed me how to milk a cow and feed the pigs, which really wasn’t much work. Blair took me to a fancy restaurant in Hawthorne, all high-classed architecture and expensive food. I got the best of both worlds, and I couldn’t bring myself to feel bad about it. They still bickered, but they didn’t seem to have a problem sharing me with each other.
But over the last week I’d begun to feel unwell again. A swirling in my stomach never quite sat still. I spent Thursday morning in the bathroom, vomiting so badly that I took sick leave. Blair and Bristol came over to check on me immediately—Blair told Bristol as soon as he found out—and they pampered me until I felt similar to a king. Well, it was more Bristol pampering while Blair lay beside me, giving his brother orders.
By the end of that week, I felt like a wreck. Fatigue ate at my energy, and while I hadn’t vomited as much, I felt weaker than a newborn. Finally, Bristol had had enough, and he dragged me to his truck and drove me to see Doctor Tanner while Blair was at work. One look at me over her round glasses had her huffing and muttering about something I couldn’t understand.
“Sit down,” she demanded in her no-nonsense tone, shoving her glasses up her nose. I couldn’t help but notice she’d had a haircut, her gray-infused brown hair styled in a pixie cut that suited her more than I thought would. I was used to the knot she usually had pulled tight on the top of her head.
Bristol guided me to the chair and helped me sit before he took the seat next to me, his bulk big in the otherwise small chair.
Doctor Tanner shoved her hands in her white coat and stared at him carefully. “Are you Mayor Briggs’ alpha, Mr. Scott?”
Bristol swallowed deeply, his Adam’s apple bobbing, and h
e glanced at me as if he wasn’t quite sure what to say.
“He’s a friend,” I answered, because I didn’t know what to say without my PR team.
She rolled her eyes in annoyance, plopping down on her leather office chair behind her desk. “Grayson, I don’t tolerate lies, you should know that by now. Everything said in this room is confidential. So I’ll ask again, and I expect the truth. Is Mr. Scott your alpha or has he helped you through a heat?”
“Yes.” Coldness seeped into my veins until my blood turned to ice, and I leaned into Bristol. “You said it’s all confidential?”
“Of course. You don’t need to ask.” She tapped her pen against her desk. “Is there something else you need to tell me?”
I glanced at Bristol, and he smiled gently, kissing my hot forehead. “I shared my heat with Bristol… and Blair.”
If she was surprised by my admission, she didn’t show it. If anything, Doctor Tanner stared at me unenthusiastically, then let out a long sigh that made me want to shrink into my chair. “You’re one of the smartest men I know. Please tell me you used birth control.”
I nodded furiously. “Of course. I took birth control beforehand, and I also took the heat pill.”
She hummed and opened her laptop. Tapping on the keys slower than even my papa did, she squinted at the screen. “You came in last month to see a nurse.”
“Yeah. I had the strep. The nurse told me to get some medication to get rid of it.”
She blinked at me, mouth pressed in a thin line. “What medication?”
I thought for a moment before the name came to me. As soon as I said it, she grumbled about useless nurses. “Is there a problem?”
“There are many problems in the world, Grayson, and one of them is people who don’t do their job properly. Did the nurse or the pharmacist ask you when your last heat was, and what contraception pills you used?”
“No, they didn’t.”
She slid her glasses down and squeezed the bridge of her nose.
Bristol and I glanced at each other, frowning, but our attention quickly returned to her.
“I’d need to run some tests, but I can probably already confirm with you what may be the issue.” She returned her glasses back to her face and entwined her fingers in front of her. “Those antibiotics you used are not to be used with contraception, as it makes it inefficient.”