To be fair, they had a reason to be wary of reporters. Anything that somebody said to me I could easily put into an article. Even if I didn’t quote them directly, I could still paraphrase something that they’d said and immortalize it in print. There were a dozen ways that reporters could use what someone had said even if the person hadn’t strictly given us permission to publish it.
If we were being perfectly honest, that wasn’t the part about reporting that I liked. I liked learning about people. People were at the heart of every groundbreaking story. I liked peeling back the layers of whatever it was to reveal the person or people behind it.
Alas, those sorts of stories were for the important reporters. I got to do the gossip-mongering.
I kept my back slightly turned away from the women so that I could hear them talking without being too obvious about my eavesdropping. They all looked to be just a bit older than I was, perhaps early thirties.
“Santa Barbara seems a little out of the way for these two, doesn’t it?” one of them was saying. “I mean there’s New York, Houston, Los Angeles, Chicago…”
“Yes, but Santa Barbara is quiet,” her friend, the blonde of the group, chimed in. “They came here to get away from some of the scandal, you know.”
My ears perked up. Scandal? I wondered if it had anything to do with the secret yacht parties.
“They’re not wanted for fraud or anything, are they?” a third woman asked.
“Oh, no, nothing like that. They’re as rich as they come, and apparently connected to some nobility or other. Second cousins or something.” The blonde was obviously relishing her chance to dispense some juicy knowledge onto her peers.
“They’re good friends with quite a lot of England’s elite, of course, and through that they got rather friendly with a few other European royals. So last year, in Monaco, there’s this big get together with plenty of royals and the rich and all. I forget what it was for. But during that time, apparently they both got to know this one princess rather intimately…”
“Both of them?” The first woman sounded shocked.
I bit my lip. I could remember how the both of them had worked together to dance against me. I could easily see them combining their talents to seduce a princess. I swallowed hard, trying not to picture the steamy scene.
“Yes,” the blonde confirmed. “Everyone tried to cover it up, of course. You can marry whoever you want nowadays, generally speaking, but royalty is still expected to behave with decorum. Role models, and all that. You’re expected to be dignified.”
“Have you seen them?” the third woman whispered. “How can you expect to be dignified around them?”
“That’s not even the best part.” The blonde’s voice lowered even more. “I heard that they take turns.”
A rush of heat spiked through me and I had to bite the inside of my cheek. It was so easy to imagine: the princess on the bed, getting fucked to orgasm, and then the next twin moving in to take his brother’s place, sliding in easily, working her through to another one while she gripped the sheets in ecstasy…
I closed my eyes and took a few deep breaths. Meanwhile, the blonde was still speaking. “It seems they wanted to get her to come as many times as possible in one night, so they took turns; one recovering while the other kept going.”
“Oh God.” The third woman sounded as turned on as I felt. I could feel my body heating up, my underwear starting to get damp and stick to my skin. There were so many ways they could fuck the princess—and fuck me. Over and over again.
At least five orgasms. That had been what Cody had whispered to me that night on the boat, his voice low and his accent hypnotic. I snagged a glass of champagne and took a sip. I had to calm my nerves. What the hell was wrong with me?
But still… Five… And now this princess…
“That’s their thing,” the blonde confirmed. “They like to have marathon sex, making the girl come until she just can’t anymore.”
“What I wouldn’t give to be in between them like that,” the third woman said wistfully.
“That scandal must have been insane,” the first one said, sounding a bit less impressed.
“Oh, yes, it’s why they’ve been in the States for the past six months. They’re waiting for all the talk to die down.”
“So much the better for us,” the third woman said. “Any chance I could talk to them privately?”
“You’ll have to remove your wedding ring first,” the first woman said dryly, then turned to the blonde. “How do you even know all of this?”
“Word gets around,” she replied. “I heard it from my friend in LA—you know the one—who heard it from her British co-star on that historical romance film, who heard it from the director, who heard it from his friend who’s a part of the British nobility. An earl or something. They play cricket together.”
“Oh my Lord,” the first woman giggled. “Talk about a small world.”
“The curse of being rich,” the third woman replied, sounding equal parts wistful and sarcastic.
I tried very hard not to bolt. I wanted to seek out Cody and Cameron immediately. Maybe it was stupid of me, given my situation and the thin ice I was already on, but… God, I wanted to finish what we’d started on the yacht. I wanted to be trapped in between them again. I wanted them to fuck me until I couldn’t see straight.
There was still time before the party was over, but for now I had to do my job. Paul would kill me if I didn’t get him this story because I’d let my libido do all the thinking.
I moved away from the group of women and walked through the crowd, stopping people here and there. I flashed my press pass and asked them about their thoughts on the new hotel. It was all very polite. Everyone was enthusiastic about it. Many said it would bring an international feel to Santa Barbara—it seemed that with this hotel owned by two British men, there was a hope that similar overseas companies would do the same. Others said it would be a boost to the local economy. Everyone agreed that it was gorgeous.
Before long, my notebook was filled with quotes and notations about the hotel dining experiences, in-house spa, staff, and rooms. A server filled me in on what it was like to work there. A patron told me what his suite on the second-to-top floor looked like.
I knew that Paul would be satisfied with this report. It was a fluff piece, no doubt, but it was a positive one that offered people a glimpse into the lives of the rich and glamorous. That was what some people needed, I supposed. They needed that bit of escapism.
Given all that I’d been indulging in lately, I hardly felt that I was in a position to judge anyone else.
After a short while, Cody and Cameron did get up on the podium. Their voices sent a thrill through me. Their accents were as hypnotic as I remembered.
In the light of day, I had a better look at them. They were undoubtedly gorgeous. Hair that wavered between dark blond and light brown. Charming eyes that suddenly gave meaning to the term “twinkling.” Nicely tailored suits, one in dark purple and one in light blue, that showed off their physique. I remembered how their bodies had felt pressed against mine, from behind and in the front at the same time. They’d been so hard, nothing but unyielding muscle.
My mouth was dry and my underwear was on its way to being ruined. I wanted them so badly.
They gave a short speech that was equal parts humorous and heartfelt. Cody was the one in the dark purple, apparently, while Cameron was the one in light blue.
“And yes, we are identical,” Cody quipped. “Although we do love telling people we’re fraternal.”
Cameron put on an expression of mock outrage. “Obviously we’re fraternal? You mean you can’t tell us apart?” He grinned and winked at the audience. “People always stumble over themselves to apologize. Cracks us up every time.”
The crowd laughed.
“Anyway, we’d like to thank you all for coming,” Cody said. He went on for a moment about what a lovely town Santa Barbara was, how they loved the weather, the welcomin
g people, and so on. They talked a bit about their stay in America, and how they’d been learning how to surf.
I took out my phone and recorded the speech, knowing I wouldn’t be able to write fast enough to keep up. I could transcribe some quotes later that evening.
Cameron talked a little about how he and his brother ended up in the hotel business.
“It’s simple,” he said, wrapping up. “We like taking care of people.”
Remembering how they had “taken care of” that European princess, I shivered.
“Any way that we can,” Cody added.
He probably didn’t mean for it to be an innuendo, but my body reacted that way as the audience began to applaud.
That sealed my decision. It might be reckless of me, but if I played my cards right, I was about to have one of the most mind-blowing experiences of my life.
As the twins accepted the applause and stepped down from the podium, I made my way through the crowd toward them, stuffing my press pass into my purse so that there was no chance of anyone seeing it and calling me out.
There were plenty of people coming up to talk to the twins, invited guests and press alike, so I hung back at first. I couldn’t risk anyone overhearing what I was about to do. Not only was my reputation on the line, but the twins had just apparently embroiled themselves in one scandal overseas. I could imagine they’d hardly be happy to find themselves in another one here in the United States.
After a few minutes, Cody and Cameron excused themselves during a lull in the conversation. It looked like most of the press had gotten their answers, at least. The guests were still trying to rotate through to get some time with them, but the twins made their excuses and then moved a little farther back, quietly conferring about something.
Nobody seemed to be approaching them. Whatever it was, the conversation didn’t seem urgent. Quiet and private, but nothing worrying.
Now was my chance.
I approached them, trying not to make what I was doing painfully obvious. I felt a little like everyone knew what my intentions were, like there was this neon sign over my head saying I’m Going to Fuck Them.
Cody spotted me first. He gave a slow, pleased smile. “Well, well, well. Look who it is, Cam.”
Cameron turned around and saw me, then gave an identical smile. The two of them looked like the cats that had eaten a whole busload of canaries. “If it isn’t our little Gabi.”
“Fancy seeing you two here,” I said, deliberately going for humor.
Thankfully the twins got the joke and laughed. “Lovely dress,” Cody said, his gaze raking over my body.
“I rather liked that little number you were wearing the other night as well,” Cameron mused. He licked his lips and my breath stuttered in my chest.
“That’s what I was hoping to talk to you about,” I said. “We didn’t really get much time to explore the yacht, did we?” I looked up at them coyly through my lashes. “I believe one of you made some promises…about what you had intended to give me?”
They caught on at once. “Ah, yes,” Cody said. “What was the number…?”
“Five,” Cameron said. His gaze was dark and hungry, and I shivered. “But I’m sure we can do better than that.”
Oh God. I almost melted right then and there.
“Why don’t we get away from this little gathering?” Cody said, scanning the crowd. “I’m sure nobody will miss us.”
Cameron stepped forward and put a hand at the small of my back. “If you take that exit down there and walk to the end of the hallway, there’s an elevator. Wait for us there, would you, darling?”
His voice was low and purring, his hand warm and steadying on my back. I nodded.
“Excellent.” Cameron winked at me. “Run along, we’ll be there shortly.”
I did my best to walk in an even rhythm out of the ballroom and down the hallway like I had been told. Sure enough, at the end of it was an elevator that looked like it had been carved out of a gigantic seashell. It managed to look whimsical and elegant rather than tacky. Whoever had designed this place knew what they were doing.
I loitered outside the elevator, trying not to look like a total idiot. I was half-scared that some well-meaning staff member would come up to me and ask if I was lost.
Fortunately, only about thirty seconds after I’d reached the elevator, the twins emerged from the ballroom. Cameron pressed the button on the elevator while Cody walked right up to me, putting his hands on my hips.
“Oh, Gabi,” he said. “The things we’re going to do to you.”
I felt a throb of heat between my legs and then the elevator opened with a ding.
Cameron gestured. “Ladies first.”
I entered, the twins following me, and then the doors closed.
“This goes straight up to the VIP suite,” Cody explained. “We’ll be undisturbed there.”
I nodded. Made sense to me.
Two hands settled on my hips from behind, just like they had on the dance floor. “No reason not to get started now, though,” Cameron said, whispering in my ear.
He gently pushed me forward, so that I moved right into Cody’s arms. Cody slid a thigh in between my legs and I rocked into it instinctively, gasping. My hands came up to grip his biceps.
“I remember you were so close, just from this,” Cameron pointed out, as Cody jostled his thigh, making me cry out. It felt like my arousal had been at a low simmer and now it had spiked up to boiling, making me ready to beg for it already.
“Look at you, in that perfect little dress,” Cody said. He wrapped an arm around my waist and hauled me up his thigh a little more. I cried out, grinding down. The lace and the feel of his pant leg rubbing against my clit, with the pressure from the firm muscle… I trembled all over.
I felt fingers in my hair and then my bun coming loose. My head fell back with a moan as Cameron began to work his fingers through the strands, massaging my scalp.
“Perfect,” he murmured.
“Keep working yourself on me,” Cody added. I kept grinding down against his leg, gasping as sparks flew inside of me. “That’s it. Just like that.”
“We’re going to make you come so many times, sweetheart,” Cameron said, tugging on my hair a little.
I moaned. I loved having my hair pulled. It was like there was a line straight from my hair to my clit and every time someone pulled on it I lit up.
“You love this, don’t you?” Cody asked. He peppered kisses onto my face. “Writhing like this on my leg. But it’s not enough to make you come, is it?”
He lifted me up so that I slid off his leg at the same moment that Cameron wrapped an arm around my middle from behind and pinned me against him. Cody sank to his knees and I let out another moan. Oh God. The sight of him in a suit on his knees like that as he lifted up my skirt…
I felt the elevator lurch to a stop and realized that Cameron had pressed the emergency button. Then all other thoughts fled out the window as Cody yanked my underwear down. “You’re so wet,” he observed with pleasure, and then he was licking into me.
My legs jerked and I gave a little squeak as I felt his tongue start to lap at my clit. Cameron helped me hook a leg over Cody’s shoulder while his other hand moved to my breast, kneading it through my dress.
“Oh my God,” I gasped as Cody’s tongue ducked in and out of me.
Cameron yanked on my hair again, making me cry out and exposing my throat so he could start to lick and suck at it. I held onto his forearms, overwhelmed by sensations. I had a mouth sucking at my neck, and a hand tugging on my hair, and another hand at my breast—while Cody’s tongue flicked at my clit and his hands were at my ass holding me in place so he could devour me…
“That’s it,” Cameron said, lapping at my skin. “Give it up for us, sweetheart. We want to hear you scream.”
The double sensations were too much for me. I shuddered as I came, moaning helplessly.
“Glorious,” Cameron murmured, and then I felt the elevator st
art to move again.
Cody pulled back, licking his lips. “Delicious.” He stood up, looming over me. Cameron had gone back to kissing my neck. I whimpered as I saw Cody stroke himself through his pants. I wanted that inside of me.
The elevator opened and Cameron pulled back so that I could exit. I dropped my purse somewhere on the ground and took a moment to admire the panoramic view of the ocean. It really was lovely.
Then Cameron stepped up to me, blocking my view. “Turn around.”
I did so, and saw that while I’d been admiring the view outside, Cody had been stripping out of his suit to provide me with an equally good view inside. I licked my lips as I saw how hard he was. Meanwhile, Cameron slowly undid the zipper on the back of my dress.
I watched Cody’s hungry gaze devouring me as Cameron pushed the dress off of my shoulders, where it pooled on the floor. I knew he could see how wet and gleaming I was between my legs.
“If you want us to stop,” Cody said, “If the situation’s too much, then say ‘red,’ all right?”
I nodded. Cody slowly started stroking himself, his gaze on me, and then I felt Cameron press himself up against me once more. His hand slid down my body, until his fingers were brushing at my folds.
I gave a little cry, torn between closing my eyes and surrendering to the sensation and keeping my eyes open so that I could watch Cody. His cock was gorgeous, and I wanted it inside of me so badly. But Cameron’s fingers were working me now, furious and unrelenting, and my hips were starting to jerk up.
“Oh, look at her, Cam,” Cody said, his voice deep and raspy with arousal. I cried out as Cameron picked up his pace, working my clit without mercy. I was twisting and thrusting into his touch, unable to stop myself. “She’s so desperate. You need it so badly, don’t you Gabi? Fuck yourself on his hand, do it, no teasing here. Just pleasure.”
I felt my orgasm crashing over me and I cried out, clawing at Cameron’s arms as he kept rubbing my clit through it. He didn’t let up, didn’t stop, just slid two fingers inside of me and started fucking me with them.
Cody got on his knees again, using his hands to spread my legs wide.
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