by B. B. Hamel
“I always am.”
“Wouldn’t want to end up pregnant.” She winks at me, grinning, and scampers off to the back.
I sigh and go back to work, and by that, I mean I go back to reading on my phone, but something about that conversation keeps bugging me.
I don’t really care that the guys have bad reputations. I know that reputations don’t always mean anything, especially when there’s no context for any of the accusations. I already knew about Ryan’s drug addiction, and I know that he’s clean now. A complicated past doesn’t scare me away.
What worries me is the gossip itself. I know that if I keep seeing these guys then people are going to talk. It probably won’t come from Maggie, but sooner or later someone’s going to notice and start saying things. I can only imagine what they’ll say about me, what rumors people will come up with me.
In Leadwood, going to college isn’t the norm. I think only a few other people from my high school went to college, and most people just stay around town, get a job, get married to the same old people, and live their lives in this tiny little place. I can only imagine what they think of me, since I had the nerve to go out and get an education. Not to mention my desire to move away from this place sooner or later. I can only guess the horrible things people might say about me if I suddenly become part of the rumor mill.
I sigh, shaking my head. It doesn’t really matter, I have to remind myself. People can talk all they want. My only concern is my own life, and maybe what my parents think. I just hope that if they hear something, they’ll come and talk to me about it first.
Although I’d really, really rather they didn’t hear about me making out with both twins in the same night.
The rest of the day crawls past, nothing special happening, which is probably for the best. We get a rush around three, with people coming in for the last round of tours through the mountain hills. I’m always surprised at how popular this place is, but I guess it makes sense. Not much else to do around here other than ride absurdly dangerous ATVs through the forest.
My shift ends around six, and I head out into the parking lot alone. I’m tired, and all I want to do is to go home, but I come up short when I reach my car.
Leaning up against the bumper are the twins. Caleb and Wyatt stand up and smirk at me, completely identical aside from their outfits.
“Hey, guys,” I say, taken off guard.
“Hi, London,” one of the twins says. I think it’s Wyatt.
“What are you guys doing here?”
“We want to take you out,” the other twin says.
I bite my lip. “Out?”
“Dancing,” Wyatt says. “You do like to dance, right?”
I get a flash of that night we spent dancing together. “Yeah,” I say. “I mean, I had fun the other night, yeah.”
“Good.” Caleb smiles at me. “Come on. We’ll take you someplace cool.”
“I don’t know,” I say. “I’m pretty beat from work.”
“We won’t keep you out long.” Wyatt grins and steps toward me, hand held out. “Come on. Have some fun.”
I hesitate a second. I know I shouldn’t go. I know it’s a bad idea. These twins are bad news, and I know what they really want from me. But for some reason, that’s not really a problem, because I want it too. It’s strange, and I never pictured myself wanting twins at the same time, but suddenly I feel it.
“Okay,” I say. “Lead the way.”
They grin at the same time. Wyatt takes my hand and they pull me away from my car. I don’t have time to go home or get changed or anything, and that’s going to have to be okay. We get into a big black truck and we pull away, my heart beating fast in my chest.
6
Wyatt
People always warn you not to get into cars with strangers, and yet London got right into our truck. I mean, we’re not total strangers, but still. She barely knows us. She has no clue what she’s getting herself into.
I’m smiling the whole drive over to Club Sheets. I can feel the excitement building, the anticipation growing and spiraling down my spine. I glance into the rearview mirror, back at London, and she’s looking out the window quietly. I can feel her nerves and tension as well.
I know my brother feels it too. We don’t have to say anything to each other. People have a lot of misconceptions about twins, and for the most part we let people think what they want. Sometimes we even reinforce those stereotypes, just because we think it’s fun. But really, my brother and I aren’t the same person, and we don’t have some kind of twin mind-reading powers.
But I can tell what he’s thinking, and he can do the same with me. It comes from spending most of our lives together in mirror bodies of each other. I can read his body language like a detailed map. I can get every single little bit of him just from a twitch of his face, a blink here or a wink there. I catch him reading my face sometimes too, figuring out what I’m thinking. We don’t need to communicate out loud all the time, mostly because of this ability to reach each other so clearly.
And because we’ve been together for so long, we’ve also developed some… habits. Some people think they’re strange, but it’s perfectly normal to us, as easy as breathing. We share everything in our lives, and it only makes sense to extend that into our love lives.
We’ve had a lot of satisfied women together. But we have rules: we never touch, and it’s never about us. No, it’s about the woman and the experience. There’s nothing strange about it. We simply share our passions.
I catch my brother glancing at me and I give him a little smile. He grins back, and we’re practically having a whole conversation in this moment, figuring out what we want to do with our London, how we want to share her, how we want to make her feel good.
“So, where are we going?” she asks.
I glance in the rearview again. “Not far,” I say. “It’s a club, called Sheets.”
“Sheets?” she repeats. “Never heard of it.”
“You’ve been out of town for a while,” my brother says. “Only opened last year, anyway.”
She nods, glancing out the window again. “Isn’t it a little early for a club?”
We exchange looks again, grinning. “Nope,” I say. “Not at all.”
“Why not?” she asks.
“You’ll see,” my brother says, and that ends the conversation.
Club Sheets is only about a ten-minute drive from where London works. We pull down a long gravel driveway and eventually park outside of this abandoned-looking warehouse in the middle of absolutely nowhere.
The only clue that this is actually a club is the fact that the parking lot is packed. There are tons of cars jammed in the makeshift lot out front of the warehouse building, and London gapes at them all.
“Holy… crap,” she says. “It’s so crowded.”
“Best club in the state,” I say as I kill the engine and we get out.
“Seriously?” London says, catching up to us.
“Seriously,” my brother says. “People come from all over to dance here.”
“Wow,” she says, looking genuinely surprised… and pleased. “I had no clue Leadwood had something like this.”
I smile at her and take her arm, pulling her against me. “You have James to thank for this place,” I say. “This used to be a lumber mill, but the owner got in trouble with some Russians and had to sell it cheap. He grabbed it and turned it into a nightclub… and the rest is history.”
“History?” she asks. “Russians?” She blinks at us, and we both laugh together.
The doorman tonight is Mohammed. “Yo, Mo,” I say to him.
He nods at us. “Evening, gents. Packed in there right now.”
“Good,” my brother says. “Anyone else here?”
Mo shakes his head. He’s a big Pakistani guy with a gentle laugh and hands that could snap a grown man’s neck. I’ve seen him get in fights before and he’s terrifying, but really a nice guy for the most part.
“Good,”
I say. “Have an easy night.”
“Thanks,” Mo says as we pass him and head into the club. There’s a line outside, although not a big one, not yet.
The music washes over us as soon as we’re inside. Club Sheets has wide sheet-like streamers with lights projected onto them hanging from the rafters, which is where the club gets is name. The place looks incredible, like it always does, with a huge dance floor and a big bar off to one side. I lead the way, cutting across tables and right over to the bar.
“Roz!” I shout over the music. The bartender looks over and smiles as she approaches.
“What do you guys need?” she says.
“The usual for us,” I say, and hesitate. “Make that three.”
Roz nods and walks off to get the drinks. London moves up between us, looking out over the place. The warehouse is pretty big, and looks even bigger without all the machines and lumber that used to be stored here. James did a lot of work to this space, upgrading just about everything, making it modern and gleaming and nice as hell.
“The usual?” London asks me.
“Gin and tonic,” I say. “That okay with you?”
She nods, biting her lip. “That’d be good.”
“So, how late can we keep you?” my brother asks her.
She shrugs a little and smiles. “I don’t know,” she admits. “As late as you want, I guess.”
I laugh softly. “I wouldn’t give us that power if I were you.”
“Maybe I want to,” she says, grinning.
“You couldn’t handle a full night of us,” my brother says.
She nudges him. “I think you can’t handle a full night of me.”
We all laugh and I exchange a look with my brother. We’re both grinning, and we’re both excited for a night with London. We haven’t had a challenge in a very long time.
I’d be lying if I said that we don’t get around. Women are interested by us. We’re handsome and rich, of course, but we’re also twins that like to share. Women find that attractive, and they always want to give us a try. We’re more than happy to indulge, but it’s rarely fun. We like more of a challenge than that, a little more excitement, instead of just some beautiful woman throwing herself at us.
Our drinks come and we toast. I sip mine and watch London as she looks around the place again. “It’s huge in here,” she says. “James really did all this?”
“Not alone,” I say. “He hired people. And we all helped.
She laughs at that. “Still, it’s impressive. Two successful businesses.”
My brother rolls his eyes at me and I grin. “James is very successful,” my brother says.
London misses his sarcasm. “How did this place get so popular, anyway?”
“There’s a certain allure to a club out in the middle of the forest,” my brother says. “James exploited that.”
She nods a little bit, and I can’t pretend that I don’t like how interested she is in James. I can’t blame her, James is an interesting guy, but she’s here with us right now. I think we should be the ones interesting her.
I lead her down to the dance floor. She tries to put her drink down, but I keep her moving. She’ll need to keep hydrated.
My brother doesn’t follow at first. He stays out on the periphery, sipping his drink as I dance with London, pushing my body against hers, grinding to the beat. The dance floor is pretty packed, with sweating, attractive people moving to the beat, and it’s easy to forget that it’s not even seven at night yet. In here, it’s always one in the morning, and the party’s always hitting a crescendo.
London sips her drink and puts her hands in the air. I pull her waist against me and she grinds her hips against mine, laughing as her drink spills a little bit. I grin at her and kiss her, which she doesn’t resist at all. She pulls me in tighter, kissing me harder, before we break apart again and keep dancing.
My brother joins us after a few songs. He takes her away from me, grinds up against her front while I take that sweet, supple ass. I love moving up against her like this, and my cock’s fucking hard the whole goddamn time. I hope she feels it, honestly. I want her to feel my big dick pressing up against her soft ass and I want her to picture what it would be like to have that cock sliding up between her legs deeper and deeper until she can’t take it anymore and she comes.
That’s what I want out of her tonight, I decide. I glance at my brother and an unspoken agreement passes between us. We’re not going to fuck London tonight. No, not tonight, but soon.
Tonight, we’re just going to get her off.
We dance for a few more songs before I take a break. My brother keeps her out there as I sip my drink and watch them. It’s interesting, watching my brother with her. Watching my brother do anything is like watching myself from a distance, like an out of body experience. I can practically feel London’s caresses, her curves, her hips up against mine, and yet I’m standing near a high-top sipping my drink.
I swear, she can feel my eyes. She glances over at me and doesn’t seem embarrassed to see me watching her. I smile slightly and she grins, moving back to my brother, and she kisses him.
I’m so fucking hard I can’t stand it. She’s kissing him and as he turns, I catch her eyes open, looking at me. I feel my heart beat faster as I realize what she’s doing, and it’s beyond exciting.
I can’t help myself. I get back on the dance floor and I join them again, grinding up against her, moving together to the beat, all three of us jammed in close, sweating, touching her, feeling her.
I don’t know how much time passes. My brother gets us more drinks once, and we dance song after song after song. I take another break, but London seems insatiable, like she can barely control herself. She’s beautiful on the dance floor, moving her long, thick hair and her gorgeous, curvy hips. I catch other guys looking at her, jealous and desiring her body, and that just makes me more excited. I’m not the jealous type, not at all, not when I’ve been sharing all my life. Those guys can look all they want, but I get to touch, and touch as much as I want to.
Heart pounding, I move up against her and kiss her again. She pulls away after a second and kisses my brother. My hands are on her body, her breasts, her hips, her ass. She loves it, grinding up against us, and I feel like we’re fucking here in public, moving and writhing to the beat. That’s what she wants, and I glance at my brother.
He nods imperceptibly and we both know it’s time. I grab London’s hand and tug her away from the dance floor. She doesn’t argue, she just follows me as I lead her away and toward the bathrooms.
We don’t talk as I push through an unmarked door. There’s a short hall and then another door. I have to enter a little code into a keypad next to the door before it unlocks, revealing a staircase. All three of us hurry up, and I can still hear the thump of the music leeching in through the walls.
The office overlooks the whole club. The slightly tinted glass makes it invisible from down below, but we can see everything. London walks over to it and looks down, laughing to herself, as my brother grins at me and pours himself a drink.
I walk over to her, hand sliding down along her ass. “You like the view?” I ask.
She nods. “This is pretty cool.
“We like it up here,” my brother says from the desk. He has a glass of whisky.
I pull London’s chin toward me and I kiss her. She knows why she’s up here, and she doesn’t argue as I pull her tighter against me, kissing her slow and deep. Her hands move over my hard body, feeling my chest and my abs and my shoulders. I can sense my brother nearby, watching while he drinks, and I want to give him a nice show as I slowly pull her shirt off.
She’s wearing just a black bra. I kiss her chest and neck and she groans softly. “I shouldn’t do this,” she says.
“That’s what you all say,” I whisper.
“Every one of you,” my brother confirms.
“But you’ll like this,” I continue. “You’ll like this a lot.”
“God,” she
gasps as I unhook her bra. I take one nipple between my teeth and tease her before kissing her again and cupping her breasts. They’re firm and full and perfect, and my cock’s so hard I can barely stand it.
My brother comes up behind her. He puts his hands over her breasts and kisses her from behind. She turns her neck to reach him as I unbutton her pants and slowly pull them down over her hips.
We move her over to the desk. I push the crap aside and lift her up, putting her down. She’s in just a pair of panties as I spread her legs and start to kiss her inner thigh.
“Oh, god,” she moans again. My brother comes up behind her and kisses her, hands on her breasts, as I slowly push aside her dripping panties. Her pussy is so wet I can practically taste it falling onto my tongue before I even start to lap her up.
“This is why you came here with us,” my brother whispers in her ear as I start to tongue her delicious little pussy. “You wanted to feel what it was like to have two men touch you like this, didn’t you?”
“Yes,” she groans. “Does that make me bad?”
“Yes,” my brother says. “Very fucking bad.”
He kisses her as I suck and lick her clit. She moans into his kiss, one of her hands laced through my hair. I can feel her whole body getting into it as I suck and lick her faster, eating that pussy, loving every fucking second of it. My cock’s so hard I think I might tear open my jeans but I just ignore it. That’s not what we’re doing tonight.
My brother kisses her neck and teases her breasts, kissing and feeling her. I bet she’s never had so many hands on her as I tongue her tight pussy. It’s so much stimulation, and I know she’s losing it right now.
“Give me a taste,” my brother says.
“She’s delicious,” I answer. “I don’t want to stop.”
“Oh, fuck,” she whispers.
My brother laughs and we switch places. He goes down on her and I watch him tonguing and sucking her clit. He does it a little differently from me, which apparently surprises people. He and I are very close, but we’re not the same person. We fuck differently.