by Anita Kidesu
A couple of men came to their table, breaking up their reunion.
“Please stay, Reenie,” Matt said before greeting their fans.
Reenie leaned against a large column in the walkway, listening as they answered questions about who wrote, who drew, and how they came up with their ideas. A few more people lined up behind the men. With each new fan, Matt and Jon dealt with the same questions. The more she listened, the more she learned about their patience in answering the same questions over and over again and their obvious love for what they did as well as their professionalism.
From her time in Chicago with Matt, she’d known he was an artist, but the subject of the writing had never come up. They’d been too busy with Perry and their romp in bed. If she hadn’t had to leave because of her mother, would Matt have told her about his brother? Moot point. She was here. They were here. What would happen tonight was anyone’s guess.
Still confused as to how or why she was attracted to them both, she closed her eyes and focused on their voices. The differences in the way they talked and the timber in their voices became apparent. Matt was a bit more exuberant and louder in his speech, while Jon was a bit hesitant, as if he hadn’t done this before. Neither had a southern accent or Texas twang, but Jon had a slight lilt to his voice, like he was ending his sentences in a question. It wasn’t obvious, but in comparison to Matt, the difference was there. Would it be obvious in the dark of night when passions flared?
“Reenie.”
She opened her eyes. Finally, they were alone.
“We have another two hours before we’re done here,” Jon said. “Would you have drinks with us later?”
Her heart tripped. They wanted to spend time with her. Even though she wanted to, it would probably look silly to kick up her heels or do an air fist punch. Better to keep cool. Rather difficult when her body was screaming to be with them.
“Sure,” she said. “I haven’t walked around yet. There are so many booths here, it’ll probably take me that long to get through half of them.”
Matt leaned over the table to kiss her on the cheek. “Great. We’ll meet you in the bar a little after eight.”
Jon kissed her on the other cheek. “We have to take the cash box back to our room first.”
Refraining from rubbing her cheeks, which surely sported burn marks from their hot lips, Reenie wandered away. How was she going to make it two hours?
A short time later, she entered the romance section of the convention hall. While she enjoyed science fiction, she harbored a secret passion—reading romance. She loved the interaction between couples falling in love, overcoming obstacles, and finally, the characters having a happily-ever-after ending. The aisles were packed. Whoever had said reading romance was dead was in denial.
Even though she had bookcases filled with books, she always found more to purchase. Today was no different. By the time she came to the end of the aisle, her bag was nearly full. A couple sat at a table. There was something familiar about them, especially the man, but she’d never heard the author’s name before. Was the man the romance author or the woman? The author’s name, Robbie Greene, could go either way. She knew male romance authors sometimes wrote under a woman’s name to alleviate any hassle they might get.
When the booth was free, Reenie approached the table, still thinking they seemed familiar. She picked up one of the books and flipped to the back. There was no author picture inside the cover, and the blurb on the outside, while intriguing, gave no clues if the author was male or female. Maybe there was a way to find out without looking like a fool.
“Can you tell me about your books?” she asked the smiling couple. Safe question. The one who answered should be the author.
The woman stood. “Hi, I’m Robbie Greene, and this is my husband, Carson. My books are about relationships between friends, families, and lovers. They tend to have a bit of mystery and spice to them.” The woman’s smile was genuine and friendly. “I don’t write suspense, but mystery.”
“No blood and guts?”
Robbie laughed. “No. I know there are plenty of authors who can weave romance into scary events, but I’m not one of them. Mine are more light-hearted.”
“Sounds good to me. I’ll take one of each.” Reenie hefted her bag. “Lord only knows when I’ll have time to get through all of these, but I enjoy buying them.”
“That’s one of my problems, too. Would you like me to sign them?” Robbie asked.
Reenie handed the man her credit card. “Of course.”
Robbie opened the first book to the title page, and with pen poised, she asked, “Do you want me to sign it to you?”
“Sure. My name is Reenie.”
The woman raised her eyebrows, smiled, and gave a quick glance at her husband. She probably wanted her to spell it.
“That’s R. E. E. N. I. E.”
After a moment’s hesitation, Robbie finally signed the book, passed it to her, and autographed the other. “Thank you, Reenie.” She extended her hand.
Expecting a simple handshake, Reenie was surprised when Robbie clasped both of her hands around Reenie’s. Was it her imagination, or did the author hold on a little too long? What was up with that?
After a nod, Robbie released her and stepped back. “It was a delight meeting you, Reenie. I hope to see you again.”
That was a strange thing to say. Before Reenie moved on, she peered over her shoulder. The couple watched her while wearing wide grins. Odd. A shiver went down her back. Were they stalkers looking to add a woman to their bedroom? She’d better keep a careful eye out for them.
Her bag was so heavy, her arms felt like they were going to fall off. She had time to spare before meeting Jon and Matt, so she lugged her purchases to her room, checked her makeup, and added another dose of deodorant.
****
A raucous group of people from the bar jostled Reenie as she waited to be seated. Their loud laughter could be heard after she was seated at a high-top table near the back. The scent of fried onions made her mouth water and stomach growl as she accepted a glass of water from the waiter. It had been a long time since lunch.
“Are you ready to order, or do you want a few more minutes?” the waiter asked, his pen poised over an order pad.
“I’ll wait until my party gets here.” Heat eased to her face. Huh. Her party. She made it sound as if a group of people were meeting her instead of two hunky, sexy, handsome men.
Her two men stood in the doorway. Even in the dim light, it was easy to see their eyes light up when they noticed her. Their smiles, so much alike, made her stomach flutter and her heart skip a beat. She took a deep breath as they walked toward her.
“Hi, Reenie.” They each kissed her on the cheek before taking chairs at the round table.
People stared, and Reenie shifted in her seat. “Do you always get that?”
Matt picked up a menu. “Get what?”
“People staring at you.”
“Yeah.” Jon set down his menu and folded his hands on the top. “We’ve gotten used to it and don’t even notice anymore.”
When the waiter returned to the table, they ordered their food along with a glass of wine for her and beers for Matt and Jon. If she’d known what they drank, she could have had the beers at the table when they arrived.
“At least we don’t get asked if we’re twins,” Jon said.
Matt laughed. “Not much, anyway. Sometimes I bite my tongue when people ask that question. It’s usually from women trying to sound cute, but they end up sounding pretty dumb.”
Jon nodded. “It takes everything I have not to tell them I can clone myself in an instant. When we were little, women would pinch our cheeks and men would pat our heads, like we were monkeys or something. Bugged the hell out of me.”
Reenie peered at them over the rim of her glass. As handsome as they were now, she could imagine how cute they must have been as boys. Did people stare at them because they were identical twins or handsome identical twins, or
just plain handsome? “I need to apologize.”
Matt paused as he brought the beer bottle to his lips. “For what?”
Reenie shrugged. “For Perry’s behavior at the airport.”
“Hey, that’s not your fault.” Jon squeezed her hand. “You’re not responsible for his actions. He brought it on himself.”
“But look at Matt’s eyes. He hurt you.”
Matt shrugged. “He got in a sucker punch. I’m fine.”
“I couldn’t see everything that happened. Can you tell me about it, and why you didn’t take another flight to Greece?”
Her heart flipped at what they had done to protect her from her crazed ex-boyfriend. She cringed and tears pooled in her eyes over Matt’s broken nose. She’d made sure her mother understood why they had missed the tour. “Mom said she’d reimburse you for the tour, and I’ll reimburse you for your airline tickets.” Even if she had to pay them back herself, it was the least she could do.
Matt filled her in on the whole story, ending with, “Once the airline realized what happened, they refunded our tickets.” Matt leaned to the side so the waiter could set his plate before him. “But getting our money back from the tour would be great.”
“No problem.” She took a bite from her hamburger, giving herself time to broach the subject of why she’d come to the convention.
“So why did you decide to come to this convention?” Matt asked as if he’d read her mind.
Reenie put down her burger, wiped her hands on a napkin, and sat back in her chair. Jon bit his bottom lip while Matt raised an eyebrow and leaned toward her.
She said, “I, um…” Oh, hell. How did she explain the idea of a threesome with them appealed to her without sounding like a slut?
“Are you interested in us?” Jon’s eyes shone in what could be absolute interest.
Glancing down, she nodded. Matt leaned over and lifted her chin until she couldn’t ignore looking at him.
“There’s nothing wrong with what we want, sweetie. It’s nothing we’ve—”
“Probably not the time for that,” Jon said, interrupting his brother.
Breath whooshed from her lungs. This isn’t the first time for a ménage for them? “How many times have you done this?”
Jon ran a hand over his face. “Only once, a long time ago, but that’s in the past. What we’re proposing is here and now. We both want you—together.”
“Then why did you interrupt Matt?” she asked.
“Yeah, bro, why did you stop me?” Matt wiped his mouth on a napkin and took her hand. “I think she needs to know we’re serious about a relationship with her, not just a quick romp in the sack. She must be interested in us, or she wouldn’t be here. Am I right?”
Relationship? They wanted a relationship? Reenie looked between the brothers. That sounded so much better than just having sex with them. She nodded. “What do you mean by a relationship?”
“I’ve never been this bowled over by a woman,” Matt said. “Our night together was special, as I expect Jon’s was, too. I’d like to see where this goes with the three of us, but I want more than one night with you.”
Jon nodded. “Me, too.”
Well, how did a woman respond to that? Her time with each of them was spectacular. With the two of them together? Her skin prickled with excitement. What did she have to lose…a night of passion? What did she have to gain? A night of passion with the possibility of more? No brainer. She nodded.
Matt raised his eyebrows and sat back in his chair. “Does that mean you want us?” He wiggled his finger between himself and Jon. “Both of us?”
Reenie nodded again and pushed her plate away, her need for them overpowering her appetite for food. With her decision made, and her body singing with anticipation, she grabbed her purse and slid down from her stool.
“Ready?” She bit back a laugh at their shocked expressions.
Jon swallowed, nearly choking. Matt slapped him on the back. “Now?” Jon said between coughs.
“Yes. Now.”
Matt waved to the waiter for the check. While they waited, both men finished their food at a speed that would have awed a competitive eater. When the check arrived, they tossed some money down. Jon came around the table, and in his rush, smacked into Matt. Reenie was afraid to laugh. What if they took offense? Perry had always gotten mad when she had laughed at something he’d done. Head slap. Why was she thinking of that jerk right now?
“Ready?” Matt took her hand, and Jon took the other.
Refusing to worry about what people might think of a woman being led from the bar by two hunky men, she kept her eyes straight ahead. The lobby was too crowded to walk side-by-side, so they released her hands. The press of their fingers at the small of her back as they guided her to the elevators sent shivers down her spine, turning her legs into jelly. She’d have to be careful, or she’d fall flat on her face.
Several people followed them into the elevator.
“Your room or ours?” Matt whispered. “Do you have any condoms?”
She shook her head.
“Ours, then.”
With the men each standing partially in front of her, her view of the other occupants was obscured by their broad shoulders. Their backs pressed against her breasts, increasing the nervous excitement racing through her. This was real. Holy crap. She was going to have sex with two men at the same time. Her breath hitched.
Matt glanced down at her and smiled, his eyes filled with what could only be desire. “I can’t believe this is finally happening.” His deep voice rumbled through her system. “I’ve dreamt of this for weeks.”
The elevator stopped. People exited, leaving her alone with Jon and Matt. She shivered.
“Are you cold?” Jon asked.
“No.” How could such a short word come out in a quiver?
Now that there was more room in the car, they turned sideways, bracketing her like a pair of matching bookends. Matt cupped her cheek and kissed her while Jon ran his hand up and down her arms, brushing the back of his hand against her breast. The elevator bell dinged, and they broke apart. Taking her hands in theirs again, they headed down the hallway. Jon fumbled in his wallet for the room key. Were they as nervous as she was?
Chapter Twenty-One
Reenie entered the hotel room in front of the guys. A thin line of light from a street lamp came through a gap in the curtains, giving their room an amber glow. The double beds were made up. Instead of clothes strewn across the room like Perry had, their suitcases each sat on a luggage rack, the lids closed. Boxes of what she assumed were books lined one wall.
Jon rested his hands on her shoulders. “You can use the bathroom if you want to freshen up.”
Reenie pressed a hand against her stomach. Calm her nerves would be more like it. She entered the room and closed the door. Their subtle scents lingered in the small space. Even though she couldn’t hear what they were saying, their deep voices rumbled through the door.
Their neatness had followed into the bathroom. Twin brown bags sat on each side of the sink, their contents neatly lined up inside. She picked up a bottle of aftershave, removed the cap, and took a whiff. The aroma tickled her senses and zapped clear to her pussy.
“This stuff should be outlawed.” After using the toilet, she huffed a breath into her palm. Onions. A small bottle of blue mouthwash sat among other toiletries offered by the hotel. She rinsed her mouth, hoping the minty flavor would mask the onions.
Maybe they should have gone to her room. But she didn’t have any condoms along, which was stupid considering she’d come here with the sole purpose of having sex with Jon and Matt. A thought made her frown into the mirror. Why would they have condoms? Were they planning on hooking up with women while they were here? Since they shared a room, were they hoping to have a threesome with some other woman?
Quit over-thinking everything. She shrugged. At least they had come prepared. She fluffed her hair, took a deep breath, and opened the door.
The me
n turned from the window. Her stomach fluttered as they eyed her from the top of her head down to her toes. She folded her hands in front of her then dropped them to her sides. What was a person supposed to do with her arms while practically being devoured? Should she go to them? Pull them into a hug? Kiss them?
“Would somebody please tell me what to do?” she asked.
The instant the words were out of her mouth, they stood before her. Desire skittered through her when they kissed the back of her hands, then her palms. Why were such simple kisses making her brain think of only one thing—having them kiss their way down her body? If she wasn’t careful, she might have an orgasm before they even removed their clothes.
They turned their kisses to her cheeks, and goosebumps covered her body. Her breath caught as they moved down the sides of her neck. Lips caressed the tops of her shoulders, making her skin burn. Fingers slid beneath the straps of her dress. Their actions were identical. How did they know what the other was going to do? Was it a twin thing? Who cared, as long as they kept it up.
The straps of her sundress slid down her arms, making the top dip. They peppered her chest with kisses, leaving a trail of fire across her skin. Someone reached behind her and unzipped her dress. The top skimmed lower until the fabric barely covered her nipples.
“As beautiful as I remember,” one of them murmured against the top of her breast. They each palmed one with their large, warm hands.
The tops of their dark heads nearly touched as they worked their way lower and lower until her dress dropped to the floor and she was fully exposed. They tweaked her nipples. Her legs went weak. They drew her nipples into their mouths, nipping and sucking. One man at her breast was mind-blowing, but two… A knot of pleasure flowed through her, threatening to buckle her legs. She grabbed their hair to keep from sliding to the floor.
“Easy, sweetie,” Matt said, sweeping her into his arms.
Jon pulled back the bed covers, and with utmost care, Matt laid her in the center of the bed.