by Bailey James
Is this where they tell me that I failed, that I’m a slut and should just stay away from both of them.
“Landen, you’re on speaker, bro, you okay?"
"Yes, I'm good. I spent the evening with Hunter and Cooper to stop me thinking about you two. How are you doing? Any fights between my two favourite people?”
Logan looks at me, and I sense he’s telling me to speak.
"No fights, Landen, I’m good,” I say.
“We are getting on a bit too well, Landen, the sexual tension is explosive, we really need to fuck." A hand comes over and squeezes my leg.
I choke, sitting with my mouth open, looking at Logan. What the hell did he just say?
"That well, hey.” chuckles Landen “I knew you would, have you fucked?" says Landen.
I look at the phone again surprised at what Landen said in return.
"No, we haven't done anything, Landen, I wouldn’t do that to you," says Logan. I suddenly lean over and hit Logan, he's smirking.
"I'm getting punched here, Landen.” He turns to me. "What? It's true, I'm only telling it as it is," Logan says to me.
Landen laughs. "Well, if she's punching you, you have obviously bonded."
"We got any plans this weekend, bro," says Logan still laughing.
"No not much, rugby Saturday, that's it," says Landen
"Good," say Logan smiling.
"Okay, we’ll talk when we get back, bro, I promise not to fuck, but please realise it's fucking hard."
"Literally," I say under my breath.
They both laugh, so I must have been louder than I realised.
"Speak soon, baby," says Landen.
"Bye," I say still stunned.
I look at Logan.
"What?" he says.
"You really do tell him everything, I can't believe you just said that in front of me."
"You should hear what we say when you’re not here, Becks," says Logan smiling.
"Shit, I can only imagine," I say.
“Times it by two,” says Logan.
I look out the window and realise that Landen has probably told Logan every detail of our sex life and more so. I thought I’d be angry, annoyed at having my privacy invaded. But the fact that it’s Logan excites me, the fact that he knows me so well. Has Landen told him all my secret spots, what I like and don’t like? Am I already in a strange sexual relationship with them both? I always have been, I just never realised it. These two men come as a package. You couldn’t have one without the other. Logan obviously knows as much about me as Landen does. I think back to breakfast where he’d come back with my tea, one sugar and a lot of milk, which is how I like it. He brought me back bacon, eggs and ketchup on the side. Fuck, I haven’t thought about it. But Logan has obviously been paying attention to everything Landen has told him about me. Landen and I have mostly just fucked, but we have spent some time out at lunch and dinner here and there before and after sex. I look at him and study Logan for a moment. He’s one fine sexy man, how the fuck did I get so lucky that they would want to fuck me? He turns and smiles at me. I’m still half convinced that this is a test, but let’s just see what happens.
After dropping off our deliveries and having a bite to eat, we begin to head back home. During the trip we chatter away, talking about anything and everything. I talk about my parents, my mum dying in a car accident, and I tell him I don’t have any siblings. I talk about my cat dying. He nods and listens, but then I realise he probably already knows all this from Landen. Yet he is sitting here listening to me ramble on about complete shit. Then I decide I should tell him something Landen doesn't know to see how he reacts. I sift through my brain trying to find something I haven’t told Landen. I begin to panic when I can’t think of anything, and then I remember something, so I blurt it out before stopping and thinking about it.
“I once got a bullet vibrator stuck up my arse,” I say. Then I replay what I said. Shit, why do I have to humiliate myself constantly around these men? I groan at myself. Logan simply says,
“Go on.” He wants to know more, great. [p1]
“Mmh, yeah, I was, mmh, experimenting as you do, and I pushed this little bullet vibrator up my arse, and I lost it and couldn’t get it out.”
Shit, now he thinks I have a vast gaping arse and probably an enormous gaping pussy too.
He smirks. “So, what did you do?”
“Well after enjoying my second orgasm.”
Logan laughs and nods.
“I had to get my hand up there and fish it out.”
He looks at me. “Hand,” he says wide-eyed.
I wrinkled my nose. “Yes.” I need to shut up like right now. He’s probably now thinking of my arse like a tunnel and is never going there. Fuck, he probably won’t ever fuck me now. I’m an idiot. I’ve just talked myself out of a threesome with twins. Way to go, Becks.
“And?” he says amusement dancing in his eyes.
I really haven’t thought this story through.
“Meh, I couldn't reach it, had no one to help me. So, I took the day off work, and I had to wait till I needed the toilet. Then it came flying out. No way was I going to the hospital with that one.” I really didn’t think this story through. How to put someone off you for life.
Logan bursts out laughing loudly.
I slowly die a painful death of embarrassment. Then decide I should shut up for the rest of the trip. After finishing his last outburst, he turns to me. “I wish I was there,” he says quite serious now.
I roll my eyes at him, curse myself for sharing too much information again. Then look out the window and wonder if you can still be friend zoned after being promised a threesome. I had a feeling I might just be heading in that direction after this trip. This trip was a bad idea. Fucking twins is a bad idea. Fuck, men are a bad idea, remember, that’s why I have a list.
We reach the ferry for the return journey, and we manage to get a standard cabin this time with another double bed. The rest of the evening is spent with Landen on speakerphone messing about, chatting. And Logan and I are avoiding the obvious sexual tension in the room. I don’t sleep well, I am constantly aware of him, and I didn’t want to get myself off on his leg again. So, I stay as far away from him as I possibly can get without falling out of the bed.
But again, as I wake up I’m on his chest with my legs wrapped around him. I quickly get up and head to the bathroom before he wakes up.
I come out dressed and ready to go, and Logan’s sitting up in bed. His hair is a mess, and he’s rubbing his eyes still full of sleep. He looks fucking adorable. Adorable enough to fuck again and again.
“Hey, why aren’t you in bed in my arms? You are depriving me of the best bit of this trip.”
“I needed a wee, thought I might as well get up.”
Annoyed with myself as I really want to be in that bed in his arms too. But my sexual frustration is hitting a new high, and I really can’t be close to his naked skin right now. I want him too much. I want him far too much, more than I should, and I need to bring myself back to reality just a little. Keep a clear head.
He pouts and adjusts himself, morning wood I’m guessing.
“Just a little hug,” he says throwing the covers back and standing. He comes towards me, and I take in every delicious inch of him, with only a pair of boxers on he looks edible. His cock is leading the way, but Logan doesn’t care, and he is heading straight for me. I scan his body once more, just in case I never get to see it again, and I look up into his eyes. He’s got that boyish smirk back as he pulls me towards him, he holds me tight and kisses my forehead. He pushes his face into my hair and inhales me.
“Morning, sexy,” he says in a husky morning voice, and I stifle a nervous laugh. He pulls me into his body close, and I feel his rock-hard cock grinding on me. Perhaps he needs a moment to deal with that I wonder.
“I’ll go grab some breakfast while you shower,” I say.
He pulls back to look at my face. “Don’t you want to have breakfas
t with me either?” he pouts.
I think I might have upset him. “Of course, I do, I just didn’t know if you wanted to, mmh, deal with that?” I say looking down at his tented boxers.
He follows my eyes, and he’s grinning when I look back up at him. “I’d rather have breakfast with you,” he says.
My heart hammers in my chest, dreamy at his words. And my brain reminds my heart I’m fucking his brother and to cut it out.
I nod at Logan, and he turns to bend and picks up his trousers. I can’t help admiring the view. I can’t help wanting to bite his arse.
We walk to breakfast, and he takes my hand and holds it walking down the corridor. Things have changed between us on this trip. He was practically a stranger, and now I feel like I know him almost more than I do Landen. How is that possible? I guess, with Landen it’s always been about the sex, we meet up, we fuck, and we say goodbye. We talk, and he’s taken me out before or after sex, but the main focus is having sex. I wonder what the fuck I’m doing and where this is all heading. I watch Logan grab me a tea with milk and sugar, just how I like it. I ask for an omelette, and he comes back picking at my plate. “Hey, I’ve picked all the tomato out I know you don’t like tomatoes,” he says sitting opposite me.
“How do you even know that?” I say.
He looks up sheepishly, like I’ve caught him doing something he shouldn't have been.
“I think Landen must have mentioned it. Random fact I remembered,” he says brushing it off as nothing.
Oh, it’s something. It’s a big fat something that is making my insides do somersaults, my heart is falling deep. Shit, please stop. This is meant to be fun, fun and only fun.
Landen Johnson
I am in Ed’s office doing paperwork when I hear the door go, I immediately know Logan and Becks are back. I drop everything and run out the door like a love-sick teenager and pounce on Becks. She looks shocked to see me at first, but then from her kiss, I know she’s happy about it. I pull her outside before Logan or anyone can stop me. I need to know what has happened, were we okay? It has been a hard few days without either of them, and I need to know Logan hasn’t completely fucked it up for himself or me.
"He didn't drop me in it too much, did he?" I say looking concerned, I am desperately trying to read her.
"No, not really," she says smirking. Okay, so she seems okay, happy even.
"So, are we okay? Do we need to talk? Or can we just…" I say worried that we may need to sit down and have a big conversation about what has gone on with Carrie, and Logan pushing himself on her. But she cuts me off.
"I vote fuck, talking is overrated, much like beds," Becks says smiling.
Fuck, I’m so in love with this woman, the thought sweeps through my head before I could stop it, as I look around for somewhere to take her.
"Becks, come on." I pull her behind the building and push her up against the wall. Becks and I were no strangers to outside sex, and I fucking love her for it. But right this minute I need to be inside her to show her how much I missed her and to ease my own insecurities. The fact she hasn’t screamed, shouted or got angry is a good sign. Now she didn’t even want to talk just fuck. As much as I agree with her, I’m still concerned it’s a trick question, women like talking, right. Should I be talking and not wanting to fuck. I push my body up against her, parting her legs with my knee. I can immediately feel that she’s wet. Maybe she is okay with everything, perhaps this woman is just amazing. I’m still concerned, not honestly believing it. I plant small kisses on her forehead, cheeks and lips.
"I have missed you so so much, I need you, Becks, I need you so fucking much, I'm really sorry," I say looking into her eyes. I am so desperate to continue this thing we have, but I’m also so desperate to get Logan involved. I want this woman so much.
"Sorry? What are you sorry for?" she says looking confused.
"For everything, for Logan, for Carrie, for our dirty kinks, I hope we didn't freak you out. I want you, I need you, I think you are so much more…”
She cuts me off again by putting her hand on my mouth.
"Landen, shut up and fuck me, please, we’ll talk later," she says.
I growl at her, fuck, this woman is going to be the death of me, well, my heart anyway. I don’t know if my heart can handle another breakup, but right this minute I don’t care, I’m just going to show her just how much I have fucking missed her.
I thrust my cock inside her, and she groans at the pleasure. I kiss her neck, and she holds on tight, wrapping her legs around me. I thrust into her hard, she already feels close to release, probably from Logan winding her up for the last few days. Fuck, she feels so fucking good.
"Am I hurting you, baby?" I say slamming into her. I am cautious of the wall and her back.
"No, give it to me harder,” she says.
That’s just what I need to hear before I slam into her. “Oh my god, I want you so fucking much, Becks, so fucking much," I say nearing my release.
"I want you too, Landen," Becks says as she explodes around my cock. Making me shoot my load into her.
I groan, "Mmmh Becks, that is so fucking good, baby," I say as we kiss.
We adjust ourselves and calm our breathing down and walk into the office where Ed and Logan are having a chat over a cuppa. The look on Logan’s face, he knew exactly what I just did. I can also tell he’s jealous as fuck.
"Okay, we’ll see you in the pub at seven, you have two hours to get home and sort yourselves out,” says Ed.
I drive home with Logan, and he fills me in on every detail. From what he says it seems promising.
I am pleased they got on. I’m thrilled that he can see why I like her so much and why I keep going back for more. The thing with Becks is I’m slipping, I’m trying to be as honest as I can with Logan. But if I’m honest with myself, I’m in too deep. Without even realising it, she’s managed to slip past the walls that I’d securely placed up high so no one could do what Carrie did again. Yet somehow, Becks slid in there without me realising. I’m amazed at how quickly she managed it; how easy it is to fall in deep again. That makes me afraid, afraid it happened so quickly. Afraid maybe she does have a game plan, and she’s just bloody good at manipulating. I’m scared she’s going to hurt Logan and me all over again. I feel a real need to push her back a bit. Keep my distance because this is happening all a bit too fast for my liking. Self-preservation is how I see it. We need to slow it down. Which is fine and all, but soon as I see her it all goes to pot. As soon as I see her, I want the exact opposite. I want her with me, to pull her in, and never let her go. Fuck! I’m in trouble.
All Logan does all the way home is to describe every single detail. He’s really not helping, but in a way, it makes me feel better, because he’s in deep too, I can tell. Which means it isn’t just me being a fool. It’s both of us. I know he wants all in right now, he thinks she’ll let him once at least. I just wonder where we go from there. What really shocks me is, he wants to bring her back to the house. I’m staring at him not knowing what to say.
“Landen, I know the contract, I know the rules, but we can hardly have a threesome up against a fucking wall, can we?”
“We’ll get a hotel then,” I say.
He shakes his head. “No, I want her to see our house, to see how she responds in our personal space. To see how she reacts.”
“Reacts to what, the money?” I question.
He nods. “You were right, Landen, my gut feeling tells me she’s not in it for the money, you were right that’s not her. She’s honest. I think.”
I smile. “See I told you, I’m thinking either that, or she’s a really fucking good actress?”
Logan considers this. “Mmh maybe, but can you be that innocent and sexy, can anyone play that cute. I don’t know if anyone is that good an actress.”
“Okay, I’ll check with her, double check she wants this, in case you have stream rolled her into it.”
“I didn’t, she’s as up for it as we are, but
didn’t you do that earlier when you saw her. I thought it would be the first thing you’d do?”
I gave him a smirk. “I was going to, but she didn’t want to talk,” I say raising my eyebrows at him.
“Ooh, oh, you lucky fuck,” Logan says shaking his head. Which makes me laugh.
“Did she ever tell you about the butt story, Landen?”
I shake my head, Logan’s grin spreads across his face, he’s so smug that he knows something I don’t, he proceeds to tell me the story.
“Fuck, Logan, I’m so hard now,” I say.
“Tell me about it, try it when you’re trying to drive and can’t fucking touch her,” Logan says.
“You did well, my son, very well, thank you,” I joke.
“I know, I need a reward or something, it was an unbelievable task of self-constraint.”
“You will have your reward tonight, Logan,” I say looking at him.
“Fuck, I hope so,” he says.
***
I have a quick shower, and I refuse to touch my cock even though it’s desperate for release. Which is impressive considering I only fucked Becks an hour ago. We jump back in the car and head back to work. As we drive in, Becks is just parking too.
“Fuck, she looks good enough to eat, Landen,” says Logan.
I say nothing and get out. "Good timing baby." I look her up and down, she really does look delicious.
"You look good." Logan and I say in unison.
She smiles and shakes her head, at us. "When you do that, it freaks me out and turns me on all at the same time." My cock flexes with her words.
"Does it?" Logan and I both say in unison with a glint in my eyes.
I physically see her shiver in pleasure. "Yeah, stop it now," she says laughing. I look over at Logan with a look to say, oh yes, she wants us both. He knows exactly what I mean.
I grab one side of her and Logan grabs the other, and we take each arm.
“I could get used to this,” says Logan.
I flash him a, shut it, look delete as I still don’t want to go to heavy on her. Don’t fuck this up, please, Logan.