by Robin Gideon
He was speaking the truth, and it made Diana shiver.
* * * *
Julie looked through the binoculars and felt a cold-blooded, almost murderous hatred begin pooling in her soul. She couldn’t be exactly certain that her suspicions were true, but she could see enough to know that she didn’t like at all what was happening on the pontoon boat some four hundred or so yards upstream on the Eau Claire River.
From this distance, even using ten-power binoculars, she could barely see what Diana was doing with the deVille twins. Whatever they were doing, though, they were all pretty damned close to each other physically. The first time that Julie had stepped out of the restaurant, taking with her the binoculars that were for customers who wanted to check out the river and their friends and family who were still fishing, Diana had been piloting the pontoon and William and Marcus were on opposite sides of the boat, sitting toward the bow. The pontoon was headed upstream at a moderate pace. Julie had dismissed her concerns as unwarranted and went back to tending bar.
But something was tickling her consciousness. Something she didn’t like.
Diana’s a traitorous bitch. If I turn my back on her, that cunt will put a knife in me in a second.
Julie picked up the binoculars and went out onto the back deck of the restaurant once again. There was no one else on the deck. She put the optics to her eyes and scanned the river. It took fully a minute before she could find Diana’s pontoon. It was lazily drifting with the current, moving downstream with no one tending to the wheel.
Is that cheap bitch fucking them both?
It didn’t seem like something Diana would do, but if there was ever anything that Julie was certain of it was that if a cunt had the chance to put a knife in her back, she’d take it. Julie had stabbed enough women in the back to know that such things happened all the time.
Julie closed her eyes for a moment and smiled. How many girls had she fucked over? Julie’s smile broadened. Every fucking one who deserved it. Every goddamned one of them did something to me to deserve it.
Her heart was pure and clean. She felt not a bit of remorse for the things she had done.
Every cunt who has crossed me got just exactly what she deserved. Diana’s the worst of them. Whatever happens to her is because she made it happen herself.
Julie’s heart and soul were clean and pure. Of that, she had no question.
* * * *
Diana held the pilot’s wheel in her hands, just as she had a thousand times in the past. But somehow, this time it was different. This time she was on the pontoon boat with men she had made love to.
Was it making love or something a bit more tawdry than that? Or maybe it really was making love…of a fashion.
It wasn’t a question she really wanted to put a fine point to. Some things were best faintly ignored, best not given too much scrutiny. And what she had just done with Marcus and William sure as hell couldn’t withstand too much scrutiny.
I’ve never felt anything like that in my life. I might not have planned it…I might not have thought it through…but I’d do it again in a heartbeat. I regret nothing.
For a moment, Diana closed her eyes. It was difficult for her to understand what she had just allowed to happen. She wanted to feel bad about her behavior, as though she had done something morally wrong, but that wasn’t the way she was feeling. In fact, her emotions were quite the opposite. She had shown the courage—and that, she told herself, was the proper word for it—to let herself submit to their greater power, their emotional dominance. She’d let herself experience something so powerful the thoughts of what she’d done still made her shiver.
She looked at the brothers, who were huddled around a cooler containing beers, water, and soft drinks. They were whispering to each other, their postures and smiles suggesting they were in a very good mood.
They’re probably telling jokes about me. No, they’re not. They wouldn’t do that. Not with me. Not with anyone. Some men make women seem less than what they are. Those men make women feel precious, not promiscuous.
William stood erect and gave her a smile. The light in his eyes said without words that she was everything to him. Everything. She went a long way from being a blushing teenager, but when she looked into William’s eyes, she suddenly felt renewed in a way she’d never before experienced.
“What were you two just talking about?” Diana asked, feeling a little guilty for her own insecurity. “I’m sorry. I know it’s really none of my business.”
“That’s where you’re wrong,” William said quickly. “It’s your business just as much as it is our business. We didn’t plan for this to happen, but now that it has, we can’t pretend that the past doesn’t exist.” He gave her another smile, and Diana tried to pretend that her heart wasn’t doing flip-flops. “What happened, happened. And Marcus and I couldn’t be happier about it.”
“Guys…listen…I can’t say I’m unhappy with what we’ve just done.” She closed her eyes and put a hand to her forehead. “God, I’ve never felt anything quite like that before. Not ever.”
“And what’s that tell you?” Marcus asked.
Diana shook her head vehemently. “Don’t change the subject. We’ve got to stay focused…if we’re going to wake up from this nightmare.”
“Nightmare?” William asked. “Hardly. More like a dream come true.”
Marcus chuckled softly. “I never thought of it before, but that’s a nice way of putting it, brother.”
Diana started to speak then stopped herself. What the men were implying suggested a kind of ecstasy—both emotional and sexual—that she could hardly imagine. Was there really room in her world for two men at the same time? Could she really have feelings—the word “love” seemed more than just a little bit premature at this point—simultaneously for two brothers? It seemed like something that was verging on impossible…and potentially erotic beyond words.
Marcus stepped closer, and Diana shivered. It was so much easier to think clearly when she wasn’t intoxicated with passion, when the twin brothers weren’t making it impossible, with their sensual charm, for her to think clearly.
Chapter 7
Diana put a hand to her chest, as though to physically slow her suddenly escalating heart rate. She looked at Marcus then at William. She wanted to say something, but for the life of her, she couldn’t think of a single word that wouldn’t make her sound like a fool.
“I never thought this would happen,” she said.
The words were out of her mouth before she had the chance to give them any conscious thought.
“None of us did,” William replied. “But now that it has…isn’t it beautiful?”
Yes.
She tried to say the single word, but she couldn’t get it to form in her throat.
“Isn’t it?” Marcus prodded.
She heard Marcus’s emotion and desire in the question. She heard it and knew precisely what it meant, but still she couldn’t force a single honest word from her throat. Not even a dishonest one.
“Isn’t it?” William persisted, his voice a hushed whisper.
“Yes,” Diana heard herself say. Seconds passed, then she said with more certainty, more confidence, “Yes, it is beautiful.”
I didn’t do anything wrong. Diana smiled because she knew in her heart of hearts she wasn’t lying to herself. The only thing I might be guilty of is greed. Having one of the deVille twins in my life is lucky enough. Having both of them is a bit like the spoiled little rich girl who is never satisfied at Christmas, no matter how many gifts she gets.
The thought made her smile broadly, and she felt herself blush a little.
“What’s so funny?” Marcus asked. He stepped up behind her, moving close enough to slide his arms around her middle and lean to the side so that he could see her face. “Now I’m the one feeling insecure. Are you laughing at me?”
“Never,” Diana said sincerely. She tried to pretend that the two palms touching her stomach through the light cotton of
her sundress weren’t really doing disastrous things to her libido, which, just moments earlier, she had thought was thoroughly and completely satisfied—more so than ever before in her life. “I love laughing with you, and that’s why I’d never laugh at you.”
Stop using the word “love” in conjunction with these men. Nothing good can come of you cavalierly using that word.
“I like to make you laugh,” Marcus said, his fingers splaying, his hands moving slowly over Diana’s middle. His thumbs were dangerous near the bottom curve of her breasts. “But what I really like making you do is shiver.”
He slipped his left hand upward, moving across Diana’s body until he cupped the mound of her right breast. As this happened, his right hand traveled almost directly downward, sliding caressingly between her hipbones and over her pelvis before his fingers curled inward, pressing against her sex but not penetrating.
Diana sighed and let her head rest back onto Marcus’s shoulder.
“I’m sure I shouldn’t say this,” she whispered, speaking the truth even though she suspected she shouldn’t, “but when you touch me it feels so damn good.” She closed her eyes. “I know that men look at me. Customers. They come on the boat, and they want to touch me…but that’s the last thing in the world that I want. But with you two, I feel things…mysterious things. Forbidden things. You make me want to do what I’ve never done before.” She shook her head and combed her fingers through her hair. “It’s scary as hell to want to do things you’ve never done before.” She paused a moment then said with absolute sincerity, “Seriously goddamned scary.”
Anxious regarding feelings that were unprecedented to her, Diana rose to her feet and crossed the deck. She looked at the east and west shores of the Eau Claire River. She’d seen them a thousand times, and they hadn’t changed in eons, but she had changed dramatically in a single evening. Drastically. She had changed completely because of these men.
She looked at the handsome men she had just shared herself with. With a certain sadness, she said, “No matter how much I want to, I’ll never get the Genie back in the bottle.”
“Do you really want to?” William asked.
She could hear the concern in his voice. He was worried that he’d done something wrong, when, in fact, he and his brother had done something so perfectly right she knew she couldn’t entirely fathom it.
“I’m just being silly and emotional,” she said, leaning back against the railing, looking at the men sitting on the opposite side of the pontoon.
A breeze fluffed something near Marcus’s feet. She shifted her gaze and saw her own panties. The garment looked so different now, having been ripped from her body. When she’d put the panties on that morning, they’d been in pristine condition. There was something wickedly erotic about them now, torn as they were, that made the sight of them staggeringly erotic.
No man has ever ripped my panties off before. These are dangerous, erotic men. It’s not just that I’ve never known men like these, it’s that I’ve never experienced men like these. I’ve never known men who dominate life like these two do. These guys are alphas all the way.
She closed her eyes for a moment. What she’d just realized about the deVilles was not an awareness that came with a full measure of comfort.
“Diana…?”
It was Marcus. Under any condition, he was an arousing and thoughtful man, but the fact that the tone of his voice spoke eloquently of his concern for her feelings added to his enticing qualities. Though he had been left unsatisfied, he was concerned most with her emotional state. That said something very appealing about the man.
“I’m fine,” she said softly, her gaze slowly roaming up from the deck of the pontoon to Marcus’s face. “I’m better than fine.”
She watched his eyes narrow with concern. He, like her, she understood, was emotionally traveling into territory that was new, uncharted, and frightening—even if fear was the last thing in the world a man like Marcus would ever admit to feeling, she sensed.
His polo shorts were still on, but his erection bulged in the material. Diana first glanced down at his crotch, looked up into his eyes, then let her gaze slide down again. This time she made no effort to hide what she was looking at or why her gaze was so focused.
“But obviously,” Diana said, the right corner of her mouth curling upward in a sly smile, “you’re something less than fine.”
His oh-so-kissable lips curled upward in a smile he clearly was trying to suppress. It took an act of supreme willpower for Diana to keep from throwing herself into his arms at that moment.
Marcus said, “You’re not teasing me. You’re torturing me…and you’re enjoying it.”
You’re exactly right. You make me feel more sexually confident than I’ve ever felt in my life.
“Yes, I am enjoying it,” she said. She allowed the tip of her tongue to do a slow, subtle circumference of her mouth. The suggestion was unmistakable. “But I’ll bet that if you let me, I can make you realize that I’m precisely the woman you need in your life.”
She saw the surprised expression in his eyes and the fact that he tried to hide the emotion. It took several moments more before Diana realized what she had implied. She felt her eyes open wide in shock, but only for a moment because she now understood the role she was suddenly and unexpectedly pretending to play.
There was tension in Marcus’s tone when he asked, “Oh?”
Diana lifted her right eyebrow fractionally higher.
William said in a whisper, “Oh.” It wasn’t a question.
Diana glanced at him then back at Marcus. She sat on the bench seat opposite the men, moistened her lips, once again using just the tip of her tongue, and said to both of them, “Precisely.”
She was looking only into Marcus’s eyes, but she saw his reaction to her words, even though he tried to hide his emotions. He wanted her. Desperately. Hungrily. And he wanted to take her. Fuck her. Forcefully and fiercely and right there on the deck on the pontoon boat.
But Diana had been out of the lovemaking business for a while, and now that the deVille twins had reintroduced her into that activity—and introduced her to a type of ecstasy she’d never before understood existed in real life—she was discovering that she was a little sore…down there.
It was a nice kind of sore. But it was so much more than that. It was a lovely sore. Let there be no mistake about that. She’d never felt so pleasurably pained in her entire life.
Diana looked at her panties on the deck of the boat and kept her gaze on them long enough so that both William and Marcus looked at them and then at her. Diana finally raised her gaze, but did it slowly and a bit theatrically. William’s erection, jutting out from his body like a flagpole, was only slightly less impressive than it had been when he’d fucked Diana so recently into multiple orgasms. Marcus’s arousal was threatening to break his copper zipper. His cock seemed hard enough to be used as a weapon. Just the thought of a cock being a weapon made Diana shudder. These were men who inspired forbidden desires—desires that were a little scary.
“I’m not sure,” she said, but then the sexual tension she struggled to suppress closed off her throat, and she couldn’t speak for several seconds. She cleared her throat then started again. “I’m not sure that I…um…can…um…do that again. I’m way out of practice, and what I’ve just been through was more…um…physical than I have ever experienced.”
William smiled. “And that was a bad thing?”
Diana shook her head. “Not even a little bit. It’s just that now I’m…worn out. Out of commission. Think of me as on a short-term retirement.”
She closed her eyes. It was almost impossible to believe the truth that she’d just allowed herself to speak. But it was true. She’d just experienced more gloriously, wildly physical loving than she’d thought was possible. She’d climaxed again and again because of that raw physicality, but now that the pleasure was over, it was impossible for her to cross her legs at the knees without feeling a certain s
ense of distinct discomfort. Diana squeezed her legs more tightly together to heighten the pressure against her pussy.
Don’t say it.
“Take it out.”
The words were out of her mouth, and once they’d been spoken, they couldn’t be unspoken. That was just the way life worked, and Diana knew it, though now she wished there were new rules to life.
If only in real life there was a seven-second pause, like there is in radio, so a woman can censor herself.
She couldn’t look Marcus in the eyes. Not after what she had just said.
“Take it out,” she repeated, her voice nothing more than a whisper. “I want to…taste you.”
Marcus was sitting on the long, padded bench that ran along the starboard side of the pontoon boat. He hesitated a moment, looking hard at Diana, and then he kicked his feet out in front of himself and slouched so that his shoulders were low on the backrest. Diana watched, hardly breathing, her heart hammering in her chest, as Marcus pulled down the zipper of his polo shorts. A moment later, he brought out his cock, which was fully erect and gloriously formed, then, with a little tugging, also pulled out his balls.
He’s big. His balls look like they are the size of chicken eggs.
She closed her eyes, trying to compose herself, trying to remember that she was a temperate woman who didn’t indulge in flights of emotional fancy—no matter how enticing that “fancy” might be.
“Come to me,” Marcus said quietly, his tone authoritative. “On your knees. Crawl.” His face was impassive. His voice and words were dictatorial. “Come to me now, Diana. I’ve waited long enough.”