by L. P. Dover
“I do, but are you going to fight by the rules?” I asked.
Ryley tapped me on the chin with his gloved hand and winked. “We’re not in the ring tonight, baby. Tonight we aren’t fighting for money … we’re fighting for you. There are no rules.”
Ryley took my hand, leading me out the back door past the pool area, and Camden followed along beside me with his fists clenched at his sides. Just ahead there was a wide open garden with a white stone gazebo off to the side, surrounded by marble statues.
It reminded me of what I thought a garden in Roman times looked like; very medieval, but also kind of magical as the soft green grass shimmered in the moonlight from the dew.
Dropping his hand to the small of my back, Ryley gently pushed me up the steps of the gazebo and waltzed out to the middle of the garden with Camden. There were no rules tonight and that had me worried. I had never watched a fight with no rules, and if they weren’t careful one of them could get really hurt.
They circled around the garden with their fists in defense mode, glaring at each other, ready to fight. “All right, angel,” Ryley called. “This is how it’s going to go down. Either we fight until we say it’s over, or you call it for us. I’ll go ahead and tell you it won’t be good if you wait on us to call it.”
“Great,” I groaned sarcastically. “Not that that’s any pressure or anything.”
They both chuckled and shrugged their shoulders. “You had the choice, but you wanted it the hard way, sweetheart,” Camden chimed. “Now you have to live with watching us beat the shit out of each other. On your command, we fight.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and yelled, “Fight!”
I might as well get it over with, right? Almost immediately, they started in on each other with jabs and striking combinations. The sound of their fists hitting flesh made me cringe, but I still kept my gaze on them, hoping it would be over soon. Why didn’t I just pick one of them?
For about eight minutes they fought relentlessly—pounding on each other hard—until I couldn’t take anymore. They weren’t close to ending the fight, but I knew that if I didn’t stop it they would be bruised and worthless by the weekend. Neither one of them had faltered and neither one of them were better than the other, but a decision needed to be made.
“Stop,” I yelled. “I want you to stop!”
Breathing hard, their chests heaving up and down, they both backed away and leaned over on their knees, resting. “I’m sorry, but I can’t watch this anymore. It’s different when you’re up against someone else, but fighting each other isn’t easy to watch.”
“Have you made a choice then?” Ryley asked. “We can’t stop until you make your choice.”
“Fine,” I growled, throwing my hands up in the air. “I’m going to flip for it, and whoever the coin lands on will get me first.” Running inside, I grabbed a penny out of my purse, and then rushed back out to join them on the grass. I flipped the coin and caught it in my palm, my hands covering the verdict.
“All right, guys. Ryley, you’re heads, and Camden, you’re tails.”
Taking a deep breath, I closed my eyes and uncovered the penny, nervous and excited to finally find out who would get to be with me first. When I opened them, I got my answer.
THE FIGHT WAS intense. Hopefully, the past four days was enough time to let them both heal from the brutal beating they bestowed upon each other. I couldn’t believe they wanted to do that for me; it was actually kind of enthralling.
All week, Ryley and Camden had texted me numerous times about how they couldn’t wait to be with me this weekend. Ryley’s messages were more sexy and tasteful, whereas Camden’s were vulgar and straight to the point. He even sent me pictures of his cock, which I found to be quite interesting. I’d nearly choked on a potato chip when I opened the message on my phone.
Gabriella didn’t know what I had planned with the twins and I wanted to keep it that way for now. Announcing to everyone that I was about to have sex with two brothers wasn’t exactly what I wanted to advertise to the world, especially to her and Colin.
For now, it would be my secret. Thankfully, Gabriella had already left to go out with Bradley, so I didn’t have to worry about her seeing me leave with my date.
The doorbell rang promptly at six-thirty like I was told it would. All I knew was that I needed to be ready to go at that time with an overnight bag and dressed in something nice. I’d decided on one of my little skin tight black dresses with sexy black lingerie underneath, along with my garters and black stilettos. Since he wanted me dressed nicely, I had a feeling he was going to take me out to dinner somewhere before having his way with me for the rest of the night.
When I answered the door, my date for the evening stood there—leaning against the door frame—his blond hair perfectly gelled, and wearing a pair of black slacks and a midnight blue shirt that matched his eyes. Seeing him all dressed up, and his tattoos covered, I would never have pictured him as a hardcore UFC fighter.
“Are you ready?” he asked, holding out his hand.
As I’ll ever be.
Taking his hand, I nodded and followed him out to the same car he’d picked me up in just a few nights ago. He looked hot as hell, although he still had a few light bruises on the left side of his face.
Thankfully I’d called the fight when I did; if not, he and his brother would be looking kind of rough right now. Camden was the one who ended up being the coin toss winner.
Once he helped me into his car, he bent down and wrapped his hand around my neck, pulling me closer to his lips. I willingly complied, letting him open my mouth with his tongue so that he could taste me and caress my lips. The kiss was firm and demanding, but I wanted more. Before I could deepen the kiss, he pulled away with a smirk on his face.
“I wanted to do that the other night, but I never got the chance. We only have this one night, and I have to make it last before we run out of time.”
As soon as he got in the car, we were on our way. “Where are we going?” I asked.
Reaching over to put a hand on my bare leg, he smiled and slid his hand higher up my thigh. “You’ll see, sweetheart. Just sit back and enjoy the ride. The fun starts now.”
His fingers slid up under my dress, and he immediately groaned when he touched me. “Fuck me,” he growled. “You’re not wearing any underwear.” Shifting in his seat, he unbuckled his pants to give him more room, and sighed. “You know I’m not going to be able to think of anything else while we eat dinner, right?”
“Same goes for me,” I chuckled. His thumb grazed along my clit and I gasped, gripping on to the edge of the seat. Now I’m definitely not going to be able to think of anything else.
“Open your legs up just a bit,” he ordered gently. “I want to get you wet.”
Doing as he instructed, I closed my eyes and laid my head against the seat. “I think you’re a little late for that.”
When his fingers found my opening, he cursed under his breath and groaned. “Shit, you’re right. Do you want me that bad, or have you not been properly fucked in a while?”
Turning my head, I looked over at him with lazy, heat-filled eyes and bit my lip. “Both, actually. Although, Big Red takes care of me every once in a while.”
“What’s Big Red?” he asked with a curious glint in his eye. By the way his cock jumped in his pants he already knew the answer to that. I had never understood the fascination men had with women who pleasured themselves.
When he pushed his fingers inside of me, I gasped and opened my legs further. “I think you already know what I’m talking about,” I moaned breathlessly.
He thrust his fingers faster, rubbing his thumb along my clit with the same speed. My orgasm came so fast it didn’t even have time to build. Slamming my head against the seat, my eyes rolled back in my head as I screamed out my pleasure, rocking my hips against his hand.
“Oh my God, Camden, don’t stop.”
His deep chuckle resonated in my ear as he slowe
d his pace, waiting on the tremors to stop, and carefully pulled his fingers out of me. Slowly, he made sure my gaze was on him when he put his fingers in his mouth and sucked them off, breathing in the scent of me.
“You taste so fucking good. As soon as we get to the house, I’m going to carry you inside and lay you on the kitchen counter so I can really taste you.”
Holy hell, I’m going to be in trouble … and I can’t wait. I wanted more already.
He drove faster along the highway, and since Malibu was only about forty-five minutes from Los Angeles, it didn’t take us too long to get there. Especially since we spent over half of the time with him pleasuring me.
The house was amazingly beautiful, with windows all around, as if it were made of glass. As we pulled up, I could only imagine the view of the ocean from the backside.
Camden got out of the car first and came around to open my door. After helping me out, he shut it and immediately swept me up in his arms to carry me inside. “You were serious, weren’t you?” I teased seductively.
“You’re damn right, sweetheart.”
The second he opened the door, the smell of rosemary and lemon pepper chicken made my mouth water. He carried me to the kitchen where a whole spread of food was laid out on the kitchen table, along with a selection of wines.
I didn’t get to see much of it because Camden set me down and pulled me in tight against him before backing me up against the counter. His lips descended on mine as his hands found my waist, lifting me up.
Feverishly, he trailed his kisses down my neck to the mounds of my breasts while he lifted my dress above my hips. “I’m going to make you come so hard you’re not going to think about anything else other than me tonight.”
Gazing up into his heat-filled blue eyes, I leaned forward and bit his lip. “I think I can handle that,” I murmured huskily.
Laying me down on the cold marble countertop and spreading me wide, he licked his lips and lowered his head to between my legs. My clit throbbed; even more so when his tongue flicked across it, making me gasp.
“I don’t know, baby. You might not be able to handle me tonight. I’m going to make sure you can’t walk after I’m done with you. I want my brother to know it was me who fucked you hard … not him.”
In one quick movement, he thrust his fingers inside of me and closed his lips over my clit, sucking and licking. I gasped with the pleasure and pain of it all. “Fuck, you’re so wet,” he groaned. “I can feel you getting tighter. Am I that good, baby? Is my tongue driving you wild?”
Removing his fingers, he replaced them with his warm tongue and entered me, thrusting and rubbing my clit with his nose. The friction was mind-blowing, and along with his tongue I was about to lose control, especially when he gripped the inside of my thigh and growled. He knew I was close.
“I want you to come, baby. Let me taste how much I turn you on.”
The moment my body exploded, I screamed out his name and rocked my hips until the last remnants of my orgasm subsided. Breathing hard, I laid there on the counter until Camden righted himself, took my hands, and helped me up. “Did that feel good?” he asked slyly, pressing his hard cock against my stomach.
“Better than good,” I replied breathlessly. “It felt amazing.”
“Good. Well, then let’s enjoy our dinner before I rip every single thing you’re wearing off of your body.”
Taking my hand, he led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me. “Does that sound like a plan, Ashleigh?”
Just hearing him say my name gave me chills. I could only imagine what the rest of the night was going to be like, especially when I had my hour to do with him as I wished. After sitting down at the table, Camden pushed in my chair and pulled the cover off of my meal.
On the plate was rosemary chicken with garlic mashed potatoes and buttered asparagus. It smelled amazing, and tasted even better than that when I took my first bite. I was starving and knew I would need my energy for the rest of the night.
I didn’t know Camden well, but between him and his brother, he seemed darker, more mysterious, like there was something forbidden hidden beneath the surface. There was something in his eyes that screamed danger; I could see it when he gazed at me. In a way it made me nervous, but it was a good nervous … an excited nervous.
Taking another bite of the chicken, I moaned and chewed it slowly; it was amazing. “Did you cook the food?”
There was no way he could have with the long drive we had to get out there.
“No, Ryley’s the only one of us who can actually cook. I had someone come in and do it. Do you like it?”
“Yes, it’s amazing,” I gushed. “I’m a pretty good cook … sometimes.” It was easy throwing something in the oven or crock pot, but if I had to cook on the grill I was lost. We ate in silence for a few minutes, but after a while it started making me uncomfortable. I didn’t like that awkward silence.
“So,” I began, “have you ever been in love?”
Taking a bite of his food, Camden scoffed and shook his head. “No. Right now my life is perfect without having that useless emotion tainting it.”
“I see,” I said. “Sounds kind of lonely if you ask me.”
“No, it’s less complicated,” he retorted. “What about you? Have you ever been in love?”
I nodded. “A couple of times, actually. It’s kind of nice while it lasts.”
“I think love makes people weak.”
Either he actually believed that or it was just a front; I couldn’t tell by the blank expression on his face. “What kinds of things do you like to do?” I asked. “Other than fighting and chasing women, of course.”
He shrugged. “I like to surf when I get the chance. Sometimes it’s hard with my training schedule, but usually I try to take a morning and go out to the coast.”
“That sounds like fun. I’ve always wanted to learn how to surf.” I paused for a second, thinking he would look up at me at least once, but he didn’t. It was like talking to a brick wall. “So how did you and your brother get into fighting?”
Slowly, he lowered his fork and lifted his gaze, his lips in a flat line as if he was irritated. “Do you always ask this many questions?”
“Sometimes,” I drawled out slowly. “Is there something wrong with asking how you started fighting?”
“No, it’s just annoying and it takes up too much time. You need to eat so we can get this night going.”
Uh … what the hell just happened? It was like we were on a time clock, or better yet like talking to Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde.
After we finished our dinner, I set my plate in the sink while Camden ventured off upstairs. He wouldn’t tell me what he was doing or let me join him. I wonder what his problem is.
One minute he was fine, and the next it was like he was another person. While he was gone, I ventured into the living room, which was bathed in gold and pink hues from the sunset. It was beautiful as I stood there watching the waves through the back windows.
Fetching my phone from my purse to take a picture and send it to Gabriella, I noticed I had a text from Ryley.
Ryley: Think about me tonight. I know I’m thinking about you.
A smile lit up my face when I texted him back.
Me: It’s kind of hard not to when you and your brother look exactly alike.
Ryley: Well, I wish you were with me. I’m going to spend the rest of the night pretending that my brother isn’t fucking you. Be prepared for me tomorrow night. Sleep tight, angel.
Was it bad that I kind of wished I was with him and not Camden?
Me: Sweet dreams, Ryley.
Ryley: About you.
“Who are you texting?” Camden asked. “I have to say I’m a little jealous right now. You haven’t smiled like that around me.”
Nonchalantly, I put my phone back in my purse and waved him off. “Oh, it was just Ryley being silly, that’s it.”
As soon as I said it, I regretted it. His gaze darkened and his smile disapp
eared. “I see. Well, I guess I need to get your mind off of him, don’t I?”
Roughly, he grabbed me around my waist and pulled me to him, kissing me hard while the stubble on his chin rubbed me raw. “Whoa … calm down,” I gasped, putting my hands on his chest and backing away. “You’re not mad, are you? I thought you and your brother liked to share.”
“We do,” he growled, “but it’s never been with someone like you. You’re different, and to see you smiling the way you were because of him and not me pisses me off. What is it about him that everyone likes?”
His grip on my waist tightened, but I kept my hands on his chest to hold him off. He was angry, but in his eyes I could see the true problem … he was jealous. Sibling rivalry was common and I was pretty sure with two twin alpha males it could get pretty lethal. I had no clue there was this much tension between them.
“Camden,” I murmured softly. “I’m here with you tonight, not Ryley. So he texted me, big deal. There’s nothing to get upset about. You’ve both texted me all week.”
“Yeah, but he knows tonight is mine. He shouldn’t be trying to mess with you while you’re with me.”
His gaze was so intense it started to make me uncomfortable. I didn’t want to be involved in a sibling rivalry battle, especially between two volatile men.
“That may be true,” I admitted honestly. “He shouldn’t be texting me, but I also think that instead of getting pissed off you should just get even. Tomorrow night when I’m with him, text me and I’ll make sure to text you back in front of him.”
“That’s not going to do shit,” he thundered. “It doesn’t matter what’s going on, he will always be the best; the one everyone wants.”
Sliding my hands up his chest, I took his face in my hands and held him firm. “Hey, let’s not spend this night talking about your brother. I’m with you tonight; I want you. How about we go outside and take a walk on the beach to clear your head. We can talk about it and get to know each other.”