by B. B. Hamel
I pull her chin toward me and kiss her deep. I like that she tastes her own juice on my tongue as my brother keeps going down on her. She moans against my lips as I tease her breasts, feeling her smooth, milky skin and perky pink nipples. Her moans are getting louder, closer together, and I can tell she’s close.
I take a handful of her hair and pull her head back. My brother presses his fingers inside her pussy, fucking her in and out as he kisses her slow and deep. She groans, clearly losing herself, and I grin to myself. He fucks her pussy faster, licking that clit and I kiss her, still pulling back on her hair.
She comes hard in that moment. She’s lost in bliss, and my brother doesn’t hold back. He keeps pushing her, taking her through her orgasm masterfully, getting every single bit of pleasure out of her incredible little cunt. I slowly release her hair and break off the kiss, and she leans back on her elbows, breathing deep, completely flushed.
My brother stands back, smiling. He licks his fingers clean while she watches.
“That was…” she says, trailing off.
I grin at her. “That was just a taste,” I say. I look over at my brother. “Shall we take her home?”
He nods. “I think so. She’s been out late enough?”
“What time is it?” she asks in a daze.
“After eleven,” I say.
She nods a little bit and gets up. We watch as she gets dressed, and I know my brother wants to fuck her as much as I do, but I give him a look. He nods a little bit, agreeing with me.
Just a little patience, and it’ll be even better.
We escort her back downstairs. I hold her hand halfway back to the truck, and my brother takes her the rest of the way. We drive her back to her car and make sure she gets in okay.
“We’ll see you again soon,” I say to her, leaning down into her window.
“Yeah. I had fun.” She’s blushing, remembering the two of us getting her off.
“Drive safe,” my brother says.
We watch her pull out and drive off. I look at him and grin, and he grins back.
“I think we found a keeper,” I say.
He nods and doesn’t have to say anything more.
7
London
It feels like things are happening so fast, and I really don’t understand it.
That night out with the twins was both incredible and terrifying. Club Sheets is beautiful, and dancing with those guys felt really great. For the first time ever in my life, I actually felt like I loved the town where I come from. There’s actually some culture here, even if that culture is just a huge warehouse club. It’s a start, at least.
And it’s only there because of James and his four friends. I had no clue these guys even existed until recently, and yet now they all seem to be interested in me, and they’re the ones bringing some life to this lifeless place. For the first time, I don’t hate Leadwood. And I’m not thinking about getting out as fast as possible.
I wake up late the next day, still thinking about the twins. I go to work and can’t stop picturing their hands on my body, the way they went down on me, got me off, and took me home. I had no clue I could feel that good, but they showed me a whole new world of pleasure. It’s definitely a little strange, being shared like that by twins, especially considering they’re so much older than I am. I barely know them, and yet I feel so comfortable around them. I’m even starting to be able to tell them apart.
There are differences. Wyatt is ever so slightly taller, and Caleb has a little scar on his chin. They also act different, although I doubt most people would even notice. They have this strange way of communicating just by looking at each other, but it’s definitely not telepathy. They’re giving each other little smiles and nods, which carrying a lot of meaning for them apparently.
I keep seeing them touching me, kissing me, dancing with me, and laughing with me as the day drags past. It’s like everything around here is in drab, muted colors, but life suddenly becomes bright when I’m around any one of the guys that are coming after me. The twins, Ryan, and even James, although I haven’t spent much time with him yet. Their last friend interests me, but he hasn’t really been around except for at that party. I can’t even remember his name, though I remember the way he looks: tall, broad, short tight beard, dark eyes.
I slowly get through the day. As I’m packing up, Maggie appears from the back, a little smile on her face.
“I saw you leaving yesterday,” she says.
I raise an eyebrow. “Oh yeah?”
“I know those guys, those twins. Caleb and Wyatt, right?”
“Right,” I say.
She laughs a little, shaking her head. “I thought you’d stay away from them after what I said.”
I shrug. “I don’t judge people based on rumors.”
“I don’t either, but still.” She gives me a look and I realize that I insulted her.
“I’m not saying you do, but I just wanted to give them a chance. And plus, they’re so hot.”
She grins at that. “Yeah, they really are. Honestly, I probably would go out with them if they asked. I mean… twins!”
I laugh a little. If only she had any idea. “Yeah, exactly.”
“Anyway, my dad sent this.” She hands over an envelope. “Just a little thanks for starting so last minute.”
I take the envelope and it’s full of cash. “Whoa,” I say. “What is this?”
“A share of the tip money,” she says, and quickly adds, “just a small one, and just as a little starting bonus.”
I grin, happy to have some money finally. “I won’t get used to it.”
“Real paychecks come out tomorrow. So, hooray money.”
“Thanks so much for this,” I say, holding up the envelope briefly before tucking it into my bag.
“Of course. We’re just happy you’re home.”
I smile and thank her again before she heads off with a wave. I gather my things and go home, smiling the whole way, and suddenly things are looking up for me. I have an envelope full of cash and a bunch of guys are suddenly trying to hit on me. What else could a girl ask for?
Maybe I’m naïve to imagine that everything’s going perfectly for me. In my experience, the world rarely gives you something before it takes something else away.
I pull up at my parents’ house and park in the driveway. As I slowly get out of my car, I notice this black Mustang sitting in the street out front with the engine running. I frown a little bit, not sure what it is. I decide to just ignore it, since it could be a neighbor or something like that, but before I can go inside, the door opens and Henry climbs out.
He smirks at me, wearing a black denim jacket and faded blue jeans. He walks over to me, looking so confident and handsome. That little smirk on his face makes me pause in my tracks and watch him as he walks over.
“Henry?” I ask.
He nods. “Glad you remember me.”
“Hard not to. You’re one of James’s friends.”
His smirk gets bigger. “That’s right. Though word is, you haven’t seen much of him.”
I raise an eyebrow. “What’s that mean?”
He shrugs. “Just what it sounds like.” He glances back over my shoulder at my parents’ house. “Mind taking a walk with me?”
I hesitate. “I don’t know,” I say. “I just got back from work. I’m pretty tired.”
“This won’t take long. I just want to talk.”
“Okay,” I say, curious despite myself. I don’t know what he could have to say to me, but I have a feeling that it’s about James, the twins, and Ryan somehow.
He nods and I follow him. We walk out onto the sidewalk and stroll down the quaint little street of my old neighborhood.
It’s strange how this stays familiar and yet is totally different at the same time. I used to play on these sidewalks, in these streets, and I feel like I have every single nook and cranny memorized. Over there is where I had my first kiss; just down the street is where we used to pla
y tag in an empty lot. Things are all different now, though still the same, like my memory is overlaid on top of this place like a fine film.
Henry walks slowly next to me. I glance over at him, wondering what this is about. He meets my gaze and smiles. “Relax,” he says. “I don’t bite.”
“I don’t believe you.”
He laughs softly. “I wouldn’t blame you. Well, what have you heard?”
I raise an eyebrow again. This guy is practically speaking in riddles. “What do you mean?”
“About us,” he says. “I’m sure you’ve heard some shit.”
“Ah,” I say softly. “Not much, really.”
That makes him laugh. “Leadwood’s a small place. I know people talk.”
I look away. “I was warned that you guys are all bad news.”
“We are,” he confirms. “We definitely are.”
“I don’t see that.”
“What else did you hear?”
I sigh. “I heard the twins like to share, that one of you is a drug addict, another one went to jail. That sort of stuff.”
He nods to himself. “Guess it’s not totally inaccurate.”
I hesitate. “She said one of you killed someone.”
He’s quiet, but I can tell he’s tense. I don’t know much about Henry. I asked the twins about him when we were out at the club, but they didn’t say much, they just wanted to keep on dancing. The twins didn’t want to do much talking that night at all, in all honesty, which is fine.
But Henry’s interesting. All of the other guys have gone out of their way to talk to me, but not him. Maybe he’s just not into me, which is totally fine. I don’t need all five friends… although thinking about all five touching my body at once makes me heart beat fast…
“We really are bad news,” he says suddenly, stopping in his tracks and facing me.
I stop and cock my head at him. “Are you trying to scare me off or something?”
He smirks again at me, that handsome and cocky grin. It sends a shiver down my spine, like he’s looking right through me. “Something like that,” he says, and starts walking again.
I hurry to catch up. “Okay, Henry. I get it, you don’t like me.”
He gives me a sidelong glance. “You think so?”
“That’s obvious. I mean, you show up out of nowhere and start telling me how you’re all bad news or whatever.” I sigh, a little frustrated.
He doesn’t disagree with me. “All those rumors are true,” he says instead.
“One of you… killed someone?”
He nods. “One of us did.”
“Oh,” I say, feeling dumb. I’m not sure what else to say.
“It was self-defense, if that makes you feel any better. He was involved in the drug trade, buying and selling coke and weed mostly. One night, a rival gang wanted to knock him out, take his supply, but shit went wrong when they came.”
He takes a deep breath and I watch him silently for a second. “It was you, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” he says softly. “One idiot ended up dead. The others ran off, but I stayed, tried to save him. I couldn’t do shit, and when the ambulance came, the cops followed. I ended up busted for drug charges, but didn’t get any time for murder, fortunately.”
“Wow,” I say, feeling lame. “That must have been hard.”
“Seven years in jail isn’t easy,” he says. “Got out early because of good behavior, and because of James.”
“James?” I ask, surprised.
He nods. “James came to every parole hearing, said good things on my behalf, said he’d take care of me if I were ever released. Well, they eventually listened, and now here I am.”
I chew my lip, watching him. “Why would James do that?”
“We were close friends, back before I got so deep into selling coke. I got rich but I lost everything that made life worth living, and well… James never forgot the guy that I was, even when I did.”
We walk in silence again, and I’m suddenly wondering why he’s really here. I mean, he’s telling me that they’re bad news, and yet he’s making James seem like a good guy. If anything, Henry’s the one that’s bad news, although he doesn’t seem like bad news to me. He seems tortured and angry and maybe a little dark, but not completely rotten, not too far gone.
“Did you come here to tell me that?” I ask him softly.
He shakes his head. “No. I came to tell you something else.”
“What is it?”
He stops again, this time sitting down on a low wall. I sit next to him, with bushes against our backs.
He doesn’t talk at first. He sits close to me and my heart starts beating fast in my chest. He looks at me and our eyes lock, and I suddenly wonder if maybe I was wrong after all.
I lean forward and he meets me halfway. We kiss softly and slowly, and it surprises me. I didn’t expect this to happen, but it feels right as soon as our lips meet. It feels so good as I lean harder into the kiss.
He breaks off after a moment, his hand lingering on my cheek. “We shouldn’t,” he says softly.
“Why?” I ask.
“You know why.” That smirk again.
“The twins. Ryan. James.”
He nods. “But I don’t think you fully understand what’s happening, do you?”
I shake my head. “Honestly, not at all.”
“You’re a game, London.”
I sit up straight, surprised. “What?”
“You’re a game,” he repeats with a sigh. “We’ve done this before, although I think you’re the first time we’ve all been interested at once. We’re trying to taste you, London, to win you over. We’re competing over you.”
I stare at him, totally at a loss. I didn’t expect… I didn’t expect this. I don’t know what I thought he was here to say, but not that.
He lets out a breath. “I’ve done some fucked up things in my life. And I probably shouldn’t have just told you that. But the truth is, I’m tired of the games. I just want you to know the whole truth before you make up your mind.”
“Make up my mind?” I can’t help but ask.
He grins again. “When you decide which of us you want to fuck.”
I blink as he stands up. “Wait, hold on. Why would I fuck any of you now?”
He laughs as he starts to walk away. “Because you can’t help yourself. If you could, I think you would have by now.”
“Hey, wait a second, you asshole,” I say, standing up.
He just laughs and waves at me as he walks away. I stare at him, too surprised to run after him.
What the hell is going on? I’ve been asking myself that question ever since James stumbled into my life and started me along this path. I wondered it when Ryan kissed me and I wondered it when the twins both got me off. Now I can’t help but wonder it as Henry walks away, the taste of him still lingering on my lips.
So this is all some sort of sick game to them. I don’t even know how that works. They’re all just going to hit on me until I break down and sleep with one of them? And then what, they’ll just leave me like a piece of trash?
I take a deep breath and sit back down on the wall. My mind’s racing through the possibilities, but I just keep coming back to one simple fact.
I’m not looking for a boyfriend. I’m not trying to get in a relationship with both handsome twin guys, or with Ryan, or James, or Henry. I’m leaving Leadwood and going to New York at the end of this summer, so none of this really matters. It’s all temporary anyway.
It doesn’t matter if it’s just some kind of game to them. I can have fun with their little game, and that’ll be more than enough. When it’s all done, I’ll go on with my life and at least have this fun summer to remember fondly.
I smile to myself, standing up, and I nod. That’s what I’ll do. I’ll just enjoy it and be happy.
And as I head back toward my house, I can hear a little voice in the back of my mind telling me that it’s not so simple, it’s never simple.
> 8
Henry
I know I shouldn’t have told her, but there it is.” I watch their faces for reactions, steeling myself for anger.
I’m surprised when James just shrugs. “No big deal,” he says.
“Yeah,” Ryan adds, spinning a pen between his fingers. “I doubt that’ll slow me down.”
“Seriously?” I say. “You two don’t care?
“Nope,” Ryan says.
“Huh.” I laugh a little bit. “I guess that makes me feel better.”
“You just have to worry about how the twins are going to react,” James says. “I think they really like her.”
I sigh. “I’m not trying to blow their spot up.”
“We know that,” Ryan says, glancing at James. “I know you’ve always had an issue with making a game of it.”
“Yeah,” I say, looking away.
“We get it,” James adds. “Really, Henry, it’s fine.”
I nod and feel better, although we still have to tell Caleb and Wyatt. I know they’re not going to take it as well as Ryan and James did, and I’m worried about it.
I’ve never been comfortable treating women like they’re a game. I’ve gone along with it in the past, mostly because I’m the newest member of this little group. I’ve known these guys a long time, but when I got involved in my business, I didn’t talk to them at all. James brought me to live back home and gave me a piece of his business only a few years ago, after they had already established everything.
We’ve grown close in that time, and now I’d call these guys my brothers. But I’ve never liked the games, and now I’m standing up for it.
“So what now?” I ask them.
James stands up. “Let’s go see what the twins think first, shall we?”
I sigh and nod. We all get up and leave the conference room together. Ryan jokes with me about wanting to fuck London, which makes me feel better. I knew these guys would understand. We head outside, up a little ridge, and down toward the lake. It’s about a ten-minute walk, and we pass the time by talking about how we’ll improve Club Sheets in the future.