Grayson's Double Trouble

by Meg Bawden

  I ran my hand over his pec and kissed his skin, right above his heart. “Am I selfish for having both of you?”

  He carded his fingers through my hair, tugging light enough to not hurt but give my scalp a small burn. I hissed in the pleasure of the sting. “No.”

  “Have I ruined my position as mayor?” I hadn’t meant for it to sound so vulnerable, but here I was, a man afraid that his decisions had led him to losing something he cared about. I didn’t regret it, though, because I wanted this child, and I wanted my alphas, both of them.

  “No, I don’t think so.” He tucked his finger under my chin, raising it. “America is eating this up. We’ve got talk shows booked for you. Some even want me and Bristol on them, too.”

  I snorted. “Bristol will hate that.”

  He rolled his eyes. “He’ll get over it. He cares about you. He’d bend over backward if you asked him to.”

  I smiled. “He’s a good man, just like you are.”

  Blair winced in response, and I saw him for what he was: a scared alpha who used his confidence as a protective barrier. In reality, he was more vulnerable than Bristol. “He’s the best.”

  “You are too.” I lifted my shirt and grabbed his hand, placing it on my stomach where it had begun to bulge. His fingers tickled my skin, caressing the bump.

  “I’ll try to be.”

  “You don’t need to try.” I guided his hand lower until he cupped my cock through my sweatpants. Groaning, I spread my legs and shoved my hips forward into his touch.

  “Like me touching you?” He teased the skin of my stomach above the waistband of my pants, before he slid his hand inside, grasping my cock. Tugging at it gently, he slanted his mouth over mine, fucking my mouth with his tongue.

  I whimpered, shoving myself into his fist while he jerked me off in slow, deliberate movements. “Oh God,” I mumbled when he broke the kiss to allow me to breathe.

  Bristol’s snoring had stopped, and he shifted behind me, a hard bulge pressing insistently against my ass. He moved, and I didn’t know what he was doing until his hand slipped into the back of my pants and fingertips nudged at my asshole. He slid one in, my natural slick guiding him in as though he’d returned home, and I moaned, unsure whether I wanted to push into Blair’s hand or fuck myself on Bristol’s fingers. Instead, I did both. I went from shoving myself backward to shooting forward.

  They worked me until I was nothing more than a bundle of nerves. When Bristol added another two fingers, I felt myself unwind into a mixture of groans and shivers. Any sort of control I had slipped, and when Blair’s mouth found mine, I completely lost it. I let the twins do with me what they wanted, and I enjoyed every second of it.

  My balls drew up closer to my body, what felt every drop of blood rushing south, making my head spin. Then I came so hard I saw stars flashing in front of my eyes, and my cum splattered across Blair’s hand and the front of my sweatpants.

  I panted as Bristol continued to fuck my hole with his fingers until I all but collapsed on the bed, and only then did they both withdraw themselves from my pants.

  “Are you okay, Gray?” Bristol whispered in my ear, breath curling against my skin in a rush of hot air.

  I nodded, or at least I think I did.

  When I finally regained my composure, I shoved myself onto my knees, taking in the sight of the twins with their own hard cocks in their hands. I gestured to them. “Both of you lay near each other. I want to jerk you both off at the same time.”

  They looked at each other, grinned, and did what they were told, shuffling closer into the middle of the mattress. I settled on my knees near their thighs and got to work. Spitting in both my hands, I grabbed their cocks in each palm and began the slow jerking motion. I watched their faces carefully, noting that they had the same face of pleasure, with furrowed eyebrows and a cute, crinkled nose.

  Blair seemed more in control, though, but I put that down to him having more experience. He stared at me, smirk playing on those delectable lips, as though daring me to make him come undone.

  Challenge accepted.

  I leaned down to lick the head of his cock, right over the slit, before I did the same to Bristol. Bristol exhaled loudly, but Blair’s smirk only got wider. So I took half his cock into my mouth, sucking and licking in the way I knew always made him tremble with need. I even added a twirl of my tongue against the slit again, and sure enough, he muttered, “Fuck.”

  I switched to Bristol, repeating the action, but while I sucked on his, I played with Blair’s balls. Feeling the weight of them, heavy and full of cream I wanted to taste, I rolled them in my palm as I fucked my mouth with Bristol’s cock.

  I touched the inside of Bristol’s thigh, drawing imaginary patterns on his skin until his leg quivered beneath my touch. He came first, a yelled curse slipping out of his lips as his bitter orgasm filled my mouth. I swallowed greedily, stroking his thigh until his trembling had ceased, and then I moved back to Blair.

  I focused my full attention on him, both my hands playing with his balls, the base of his cock, and his taint. I let him grab my cheeks between his hands and guide my mouth onto him until he hit the back of my throat before I swallowed around his sensitive flesh. A few minutes later I had him muttering about the warmth of my mouth before he came, his cock jerking as creamy seed slathered my tongue. I swallowed, moaning, and pulled back to lick my fingers.

  “Was that as good for you as it was for me, boys?” I grinned wickedly.

  Bristol had only just recovered, his chest rising and falling in soft puffs. “You’re amazing.”

  “Thank you.” I leaned over and kissed him gently, but he grabbed the back of my head and deepened it. He didn’t shy away from tasting his brother’s cum in my mouth, and if I hadn’t just come, my cock might have risen again at the way he sucked on my tongue.

  By the time he pulled away, my limbs felt boneless and I collapsed half on the bed, half on their bodies. “You guys make me feel as though I can take on the world with the way you use my body.”

  Blair snorted. “We take pleasure in making you sing.”

  “I’ll sing opera if it kept you doing that to me.”

  Both of them laughed and we snuggled in against one another again. I knew we’d have to get up sooner rather than later, if only to clean the sheets we’d dirtied yet again, but for right now, I was happy to lay here and enjoy their company.

  Another month had passed, but at least this time I had both my alphas with me. I couldn’t get rid of them, and I didn’t want to. They crowded me, making sure I always had everything I needed. The only times we parted was when we went to work, but I mostly still had Blair hovering around to make sure I had everything I needed.

  I did a few national talk shows, and they ate up my words as if I was some sort of celebrity. It was weird, but I appreciated the way they accepted that I was an omega with two alphas. We weren’t freaks, or at least they didn’t act that way to my face.

  One of the hosts, Robbie Cane, a beautiful omega who happened to be really funny, even said he’d love to find himself more than one alpha. He wasn’t joking, either.

  “I decided when I was fifteen that I wanted at least three alphas in my bed. Minimum.” He brushed away some of his luscious blond hair that I could only dream about. It was long, falling around his shoulders similar to a waterfall of strands. “I just had to get out of Cherry Hollow so I didn’t end up with one of my many cousins. That might have been awkward to explain to my religious father.”

  The audience laughed louder than what was probably necessary, but Robbie grinned at the crowd from behind his dark wooden desk.

  “You’re from Cherry Hollow?” My eyes widened.

  Robbie laughed. “I’m surprised the twin that came with you tonight didn’t tell you that. I have to admit, Grayson, Blair is very protective of you. We got a list of questions we can and can’t ask you. I can already imagine that one in bed. I bet he’s real dominant.”

  “Well, I bet that wasn’
t one of the allowed questions,” I teased. It earned me a laugh from the crowd.

  “Will he spank me now?” Robbie stood, hands flat on his desk and ass pointed in the air. “I’m ready for whatever punishment he’ll give me. Come get me, big boy.”

  I chuckled and crossed my right leg over my left knee, leaning back. I kept my composure, because I was still the mayor of Cherry Hollow, but something sour sat in my gut at the thought of one of my alphas touching another omega. “Sorry, I’m selfish. I don’t share.”

  Robbie pouted and fell back into his seat. He looked directly at the camera. “Hear that, folks? He’s not going to share. What kind of mayor is he?”

  As if on cue, the crowd once again laughed.

  “If there’s any alphas looking to share an omega, you know where to find me,” Robbie said, his attention turning to another one of the cameras to the side. The men behind them followed him, as though they knew exactly where he’d be looking. “After the break, we’ll be talking to Anya Nottingham. What does the singer have to say about her boob-flashing controversy? Will she bare it all? See you soon.”

  He paused for a moment, his stare pointed, but when the camera turned away from him, he looked at me. “Thanks for coming on, we appreciate you taking the time, Mr. Mayor.”

  I smiled and stood, holding my hand out to him. We shook before he began to lead me backstage. Some other men had come out onto the set, obviously to keep the crowd entertained during a break. I followed Robbie out into the dressing rooms, where Blair was already waiting for me. He greeted me with a kiss.

  “So you’re the twin who gave me the rules?” Robbie shook Blair’s hand too.

  “Yeah. Sorry about that. We have to protect his image against those who want to destroy it.”

  Robbie snorted and fell into his makeup seat. A woman and man flocked around him, touching up the makeup he had on his face. “I get it. You don’t have to worry about my team, though. We’ll take care of your man. We will never show him in a negative light on this show.”

  Blair snuggled up closer to me, his arm curled around my waist. Todd was on set too, but he’d wandered off before I went onstage to meet up with some of the editing team to see if they had planned to pull any tricks on us. “I hope so. Grayson is an amazing mayor for Cherry Hollow, and he deserves to be respected.”

  Robbie waved his hand at the artists and spun his chair to face us. He crossed his legs and leaned back, his gaze narrowed thoughtfully. I could only describe his eyes as golden. They were a strange color I’d never seen before—unique. “My goal is to raise awareness for omega choices, Mr. Scott. Everything I say on that set is the truth. It takes one person to change the views of thousands, and your omega is the first person to publicly step up and admit he has more than one alpha. It’ll never be my intention to destroy that.”

  I touched Blair’s arm to calm him. While he wasn’t outright attacking Mr. Cane, I could see that protectiveness make his muscles stiff, as though he was readying himself to defend my honor. It was in his instincts to protect his omega, so I got it, and I’m sure Robbie did too, but he also needed to cool down a bit.

  “Do you have any alphas in mind for your little harem?” I asked, trying to lighten the tension in the room.

  Robbie laughed and stood again. He straightened his sleek suit jacket. “No. You don’t get many alphas who are willing to share their omega. Instincts and all that. They don’t want to compete with other men. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a popstar I need to interview. Have a lovely night.”

  He patted me on the shoulder on the way past, and I sent him a smile of gratitude. We watched him return to set and only then did I turn back to Blair.

  “I didn’t know he was from Cherry Hollow.”

  Blair smirked. “He’s related to half of the people that live there. You know the Thorogoods and the Bannisters?”

  I nodded.

  “He’s related to them, and the Monahans. His papa comes from the Monahans. Robbie’s aunt is married to Louis Thorogood, and his uncle is the husband of Mitch Bannister. Then his other uncle, his father’s brother, is married to Alexandria Flomenbaum, and his father’s other brother is married to Sam Newtown.”

  I held up my palm and laughed. Each of those families were huge, and I could easily see how Robbie was related to over half the town. “Point taken.”

  Blair kissed my cheek. “If Robbie likes you, so will the rest of his family. They listen to his every word. So at least we know half the town will vote you back in.”

  “That’s good to know. Now come on, let’s get back to our hotel. I miss Bristol.”

  “Surprisingly, me too.”

  Bristol

  I stared at the iPad in my hands, frowning. “I don’t get it.”

  Emily let out a drawn-out sigh and nudged me on the shoulder with hers. “How hard is it to understand?”

  Apparently very hard, but I didn’t say that. I let her go through the steps again, but I still didn’t get it. Honestly, I never understood the need for Facebook anyway. I’d heard so many negative things about it, and I wasn’t sure I wanted to stick my hand in that beehive, which might have been less painful than this.

  “Why do I need one?” I asked with a frown.

  “Because you, Grayson, and Blair have gone viral. You need a page for people to like and follow.” Emily sighed and pressed the heel of her hand against her forehead. “You’re so frustrating.”

  “This is frustrating,” I growled, waving at the iPad. “It’s ridiculous. I don’t want people to like me.”

  “Yes, you do. More fans mean more opportunities.” Emily tapped a log in button and typed in the email and password she had created for me. I watched her fingers fly over the touch screen, her fake pink fingernails tapping each key without her even looking at it. “You heard the talk show host in the interview all three of you went to. People want to get in contact with you, ask questions.”

  “They can get in contact with Blair or Grayson. Not me. I don’t want to answer questions.” I dropped my head into my hands and groaned. That interview had been horrible. I mostly sat there with my lips shut, and when the host directed questions at me, I stumbled over my words. Blair quickly took over, but somehow my lack of cohesiveness attracted fans. According to a lot of people around America, I was adorable, and I was their favorite twin. There were even polls happening all over the internet asking who was their favorite—me or Blair. We never looked at them, though. It didn’t matter what they thought.

  “Bristol, they want to talk to you.” Emily rolled her eyes. “When’s this baby ultrasound happening?”

  It took me a moment to follow her change in conversation. We’d already had our first ultrasound at nine weeks, and now Grayson was edging into twenty weeks we had another one booked. I’d worried myself sick over the first, concerned that they’d tell us there was something wrong with the baby, but we got the all clear, and the three of us had celebrated by a night out and a few celebratory drinks for me and Blair. The second one was different. This time we’d know the gender of the baby, and I wasn’t just terrified, but excited too. I wanted to know the gender, so I could actually start preparing for the baby. We’d already decided on changing the spare room into a nursery.

  “We’ve booked it in for two weeks,” I said, eyeing the screen carefully, but Emily had abandoned the idea of Facebook and turned her attention fully on me.

  “What’s wrong?”

  I shook my head. “Nothing.”

  “Bullshit.”

  “Don’t say that word.” I glared at her, but all I received in reply was raised eyebrows of disbelief.

  “Bullshit isn’t the worst I’ve said. You’re going to be such a strict dad.” She rolled her eyes. “Tell me what’s wrong. Are you scared something will be wrong with the baby?”

  “No. The doc checked for any illnesses during the first appointment. He or she doesn’t have Down syndrome. We got checked, got AOmS too, because Grayson wanted to be absolutely sure not
hing’s wrong with the baby.”

  “Then what’s the issue?” Emily leaned her elbow on the table, her chin on her hand, and cocked her head toward me. There were some days when I saw Mom in her, all fiery eyed and stubborn, but then other days Dad would show up in the way she smiled and cursed up a storm. But right now she was Mom, her concern something Mom would have directed at me.

  “You know me, Em, I’m a worrier. This time the doc will tell us how the baby is developing physically, and I’m scared shitless.” I sighed.

  “Everything will be fine. Even if there is something wrong, which I doubt, all three of you will handle it. You’re all amazing men, and Mom and Dad would have been proud of you and Blair.” Emily shrugged as though it was no big deal, but I noticed the tears in her eyes.

  I curled my arm around her shoulders, dragging her closer against my side. Kissing her on the temple, I smiled. “Thanks, Em. Mom and Dad would have been proud of you, too. You’ve turned out to be a beautiful and kind young lady.”

  Emily glanced at me from the corner of her dark-lined eyes, a hint of her own smile gracing her lips. “You may have helped.”

  I laughed and gave her a squeeze. Blair chose that moment to come into the room, pausing at the threshold of the kitchen. He glanced between us and then moved in farther. He wore a pair of faded jeans today and a plain blue T-shirt that looked a little too tight around his arms. Over the last month, both he and Grayson had started bringing clothes every time they visited. We needed to buy another set of drawers to fit them in. My room was no longer my own, but I had no reason to complain.

  “What’re you doing?” He fell into the seat opposite to us and leaned his elbows on the table.

  “I’m trying to teach Bristol Facebook, but he’s useless at it,” Emily said.