by Bailey James
I patted her leg making her look at me. “You didn’t, did you?” I asked trying to keep a straight face. But I must have failed because she bursts out laughing.
“I only wish I had, Becks.”
It’s a lovely evening, at the end of it Gavin comes and picks us up. Which is most unusual as the twins didn’t normally like to bother him on a Friday evening.
“I’ve drunk far too much tonight,” I say slurring my words slightly. “That last drink went down far too easily.”
“It’s your birthday weekend, you’re celebrating,” says Logan.
“Yeah, just look out for Carrie, and if you see her, grab her for me, lock her in the basement and don’t let her out until Tuesday. I don’t want her anywhere near me this weekend,” I say drunk.
“We’ve told you Carrie’s not about at the moment. Her father has got her some help in Spain or somewhere, expensive therapy,” says Landen.
“Good, I love you two, you know that,” I say.
“We love you too, here we’re nearly home. Why don’t you take some painkillers now, so in the morning it will ease your headache?”
“Okay,” I say taking the pills out of Landen's hand. “Sophia does that too, I never really understood why you take painkillers before the pain, it doesn’t make no sense to me.”
They both shrug, and I gulp the pills down with some water.
I lean on Logan's shoulder. “I love you, you know that. Like deep, deep love.”
He laughs. “I know, beautiful, I love you too.”
“Good, you both going to stick your cocks in when we get home.”
“Becks, I don’t think you’re going to last that long,” Landen says, stroking my leg.
“What do you mean?” I say my words getting slurred and sloppy. I close my eyes on Logan’s shoulder and feel myself slipping into sleep, sweet, sweet sleep with my men. I feel safe and protected with these two. My men, my twins. Game complete, challenge accomplished. In the fucking bag. Fuck you, parents.
***
I jolt awake thirsty. My head is banging, I open my eyes, but it’s too bright I can’t see anything, so I shut them again quickly and groan.
“Becks?” says Landen, his voice full of concern.
“Ugh, I thought you said those tablets would help, how much did I drink,” I say rubbing my forehead but not opening my eyes.
“Got a hangover?” chuckled Logan.
“Yes, and I’m blaming you two, why did you give me those last three drinks?”
I try and open my eyes again, but it’s so bright it almost blinds me, so I shut them quickly. “Someone shut the bloody curtains, who are you evil cruel twins?”
They both laugh. “Becks, we can’t.”
“Can’t or won’t?” I say annoyed.
“Here, drink this and try again,” says Logan.
I feel a cup placed on my lips and gulp down some tea.
“Those tablets we gave you last night, weren’t actually what you thought they were,” says Landen.
“Huh? What? What did you give me?”
Logan cuts me off. “If you opened your eyes it will make more sense.”
I huff, why did I have a horrible feeling about this. I slowly open my eyes it was still so damn bright, but then I realise why. I wasn’t where I expected to be. I’m in a bed, and as my eyes adjust, I take in the scene. A large light room with triple-folding doors out to the beach and the sea. I start to panic, where the fuck am I?
I sit there mouth open trying to make sense of it. Am I still dreaming?
“We are in Italy, Becks. We gave you a travel sickness drug last night, that with the alcohol knocked you out,” says Logan.
I’m still sat gobsmacked. “How?”
“We took a private plane over?” says Landen.
I look at them both, they stood there smug and grinning. I really could kill them both right now, but I am too shocked to react. Get the facts first maybe it’s for a day, maybe we’d be going home tomorrow. They have important business to, remember.
“We are staying until Friday. Unfortunately, we must get back, for our meeting and to buy the business next Monday,” says Logan as if reading my mind.
Shit, I’m fucked. I need to get back to the U.K but how do I do that without upsetting them.
“Happy birthday, Becks, we know you said no holidays, but we wanted to treat you, are you surprised?” says Logan.
“Very, very surprised,” I say still wrapping my head around this shit storm. It wasn’t Carrie I needed to be worried about, it was these two. Fuck!
“How’s your head?” says Landen.
“Banging,” I groan.
“Come eat outside, might help,” says Logan.
I’m led outside, and we sit and enjoy a beautiful breakfast. Any other time I would have loved this place, it was beautiful and luxurious. But right now, I need to get back to the U.K. by Monday. I need my mobile. I need to do some research.
After we’ve eaten, I ask where my things were, and Logan brings them out. I need internet to search for ways home, and I need to find my passport.
“How did you get my passport?” I ask.
“We found it when you moved all your things over, it’s like it was meant to be.”
“Okay, where did you put it?” I ask, trying not to sound too desperate to know.
“In the safe with some cash,” Logan says.
“Sorry, I’m still stunned you did all this. Thank you,” I say to them both.
I might not want to be here, but what they have done is beautiful, and I do appreciate their efforts. I just wish it was a week later.
“As you have a hang-over, would you like to relax today?” says Landen.
“Yes please, I think I’ll sunbathe and recover. But if you two want to go off and do something, by all means. I’m not going to be great company for a couple of hours, at least,” I say willing them to leave me be.
“You sure?” says Landen.
“Yes, go, go,” I encourage.
“Okay, well, we did want to try a bit of golf, I’m guessing it’s not your thing?” says Logan.
“Ugh, no way, you go and enjoy that.” I laugh trying to make out I am light-hearted and happy.
They both lean over and kiss me, I say thank you again to each of them. It’s a lovely, thoughtful present.
Half an hour later and the twins left me sunning myself in the garden by the pool of our villa. I give them ten minutes, before getting up, which hurts my head, but it has to be done. I find the safe, I just need to get the key. Frustratingly I bet one of the twins has it. Then I notice the keys on the side and realise the safe key is there too. I undo the lock and find my passport but leave it in there for now. Next, I must find a way home. I search the closest airports and find flights available for tomorrow, thank goodness. It’s only a two-hour flight back, but I don’t want to leave it to late, and the best time to sneak out would be early morning. So, I book and buy a flight at 7am Sunday morning, which empties my bank account, but I’ll worry about that later. I just hope and pray that I can pull this off. They were going to be angry, but if I don’t speak to them until Monday afternoon I can then tell them everything and reassure them. Before that, things are going to go tits up. I need to get out of here without being seen. I will explore my surroundings later and book a taxi when I can. I just hope I can pull this off, I’m so shaky and nervous, one look at me and they will know something is up, I need to calm down.
By the time the twins return everything is in place for my escape. After a beautiful lunch, we take a walk, and I note where the taxi place is, the times it opens etc. I will need that later. I need to make sure I leave with plenty of time to spare.
If I didn’t have this hanging over my head I would definitely have enjoyed this holiday more. But again, I feel like it’s all about to come crashing down around me.
The twins keep asking me if I’m okay, and I know they sense something is up. I’m just going to have to distract them.
Landen Johnson<
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August - Italy
I’m sitting across from Becks watching her eat a meal, and something about her is making me suspicious as all hell. She’s not been right since we surprised her with our trip to Italy, and now I’m worried we did the wrong thing.
I thought she didn’t want to go on holiday because of the money and the travel sickness she says she gets. But maybe it’s something else entirely. Maybe we have got everything wrong as usual. Or am I just being insecure again? I have to learn to trust her if we have any future together. Surely, she’d tell us if what we did was wrong. Maybe it’s this business deal coming up. Perhaps she’s worried about that. The fact we might be still be angry with her for not investing.
She’s never mentioned it again. We told her we needed £50,000. We didn’t however, it was just an excuse to get her to commit. Look how that turned out.
“Cheers,” I say clinking our glasses. “Happy birthday, Becks.” Logan and I, say in unison. Her birthday wasn’t until Monday, but we intended to spoil her this weekend. We even have more surprises when we get home.
She smiles. “I hope you’re not expecting me to top this for your birthday.”
“Nah, we've already booked a weekend away in November for the three of us.”
“Have you?” she says surprised.
“Oh yes, we have dirty dirty plans for you,” says Logan.
“What about work?” she says.
“Work? Did you forget we will be the bosses after this deal goes through?” I say grinning.
“Oh, do I get special treatment, now that I’m fucking the bosses,” she says.
“No, you get special treatment because we are in love with you,” I say, making it quite clear this isn’t just fucking, not anymore.
She nods.
We talk to her about the business while we finish our meal, then we sit and drink for a while.
“So, shall we go back and have some birthday sex?” Becks says grinning.
“Birthday sex, hey? What does that involve?” I say intrigued and now as hard as a rock.
“You two doing whatever I want, of course.” She smirks.
Fuck, this woman can still make my cock twitch. I decide we need to head back now. I immediately get up, and they both laugh at me.
We get back to the apartment, we’re all pushed into the shower and clothes stripped by Becks. I stand behind her with Logan in front as I kiss her neck, shoulders and then wash her hair. Logan’s touching her breasts on the pretence of washing them. She grabs a sponge herself and washes Logan’s body and then when she’s finished turns to wash me. As she soaps me up and sponges me down, I realise that I need to stop being so insecure around her. I love her, and I want her in my life. I need to trust she’s not going to hurt and deceive us at any point. She gets on her knees in the shower taking the sponge with her. She’s looking up at me with those big beautiful eyes, and I can physically see the love pouring off her. Then she smirks, and I know she’s about to do something very dirty.
“Turn around, hands against the wall,” she says.
I do as she asks, but I am wondering what the fuck she’s up to. She begins to sponge my legs. Did she just want to clean me? I wonder. No, teasing me is more Becks style. I don’t know what Logan’s doing, but Becks continues to soap up my legs getting higher. She kisses my thigh, kissing, biting and licking as she heads upwards. I’m trying everything there is not to spin around and have her face the wall so I can ram into her. All this teasing is making my cock throb, but it’s her birthday, and she wants control, so I try and hold off, biting my lip. The sponge gets to my arse, and she cleans me and then opens me up. I jolt as water trickles down me, and I feel her face and then a tongue between my cheeks. She stops, waits and when I still, desperate to get her out of there, she continues grabbing my cock and stroking it. I’m about to protest, but it does feel kinda good. Then she gestures for me to turn around again. Taking the whole of my cock into her mouth. I look at Logan who has his hand wrapped around her hair a few times and is gently guiding her head on my cock. I relax and take the pleasure, but that’s a mistake because as soon as my head is back and my eyes are rolling, I feel fingers on my arse, and she’s going in. I tense but the pleasure she’s giving my cock makes me relax, and she’s in with a finger. I go to protest, pull away, but she holds me steady and hits something inside me making me groan. I relax again, wanting it but at the same time not. I decide to take what she’s giving me because suddenly it feels so fucking good, and with her mouth on my cock I’m fast approaching my release. I dare look down at her just as she looks up. At that moment Logan makes her take my entire cock down her throat. She wiggles her finger up my arse, and I explode with a shout into her mouth. I now know why Logan looked like he did when she did it to him. I lean on the tiles, not able to move. She stands up and kisses me telling me she loves me. Then turns around to Logan and grabs his head, kissing him but leaning on my body.
“And you, I love you too,” she says to Logan.
“Mmh, I love you too, baby. So, fucking much.”
I couldn’t have said it better myself, but I am currently rendered speechless. After a few moments recovery and them two playing, we make our way into the bedroom. It’s dark now, and the cooler air blows through the triple open doors.
Becks Winter
Italy
After an evening of exhausting sex, it would have been so easy to slip into sleep and lie there with them. But I have to focus on staying awake, hoping to god they are asleep when I leave. I grabbed my passport earlier when I offered to get some money for dinner. I know where everything is. I just need to do it now, and that’s the scariest part. When I feel they are in a deep sleep, I carefully get up and out, which isn’t easy when you're sandwiched between two hunks of men. But I somehow manage it, I get dressed, grab my suitcase and head out the door. When a hand grabs me, and I jump out of my fucking skin. Landen’s stood there blearily eyed, half asleep. With a confused look on his face. He looks at me, he looks at my suitcase.
“You're leaving?” he says, and I see the hurt written all over his face, oh fuck this isn’t how it’s meant to go.
“Yes, I need to get back to the U.K.” I say as calmly as I could manage.
“Why, why didn’t you tell us?”
“I just really need to get back to the U.K.”
“What’s going on?” says Logan rubbing his head.
“Becks is sneaking out, she’s lying to us about something.”
“Look, I’ve got to go, I’ll tell you everything Monday, but I’ve really got to go,” I say opening the door. Landen stops me.
“Oh no, you tell us now, what’s going on Becks,” he demands.
“I can’t tell you, please trust me on this. I’ll tell you everything Monday. But I can’t tell you until then,” I say as calmly as I could.
“Fuck no,” says Logan, “You tell us everything now.”
“I can’t,” I say frustrated. Wondering if my house is really worth it.
“You’re not going anywhere, Becks, unless you tell us exactly what’s going on,” says Landen.
“I can’t until Monday, please just trust me this once,” I plead.
“What is it? Stealing money from us?” says Landen looking at Logan.
“Ruining our business deal,” says Logan looking at Landen suddenly believing he has the answer.
“Shit,” says Landen.
“No!” I shout now completely fed up with this whole thing. “You know nothing, and all will become clear Monday, but I need to go now.”
I go to move again pulling out of Landen’s grip on my arm.
“Becks, you walk out that door, without telling us, then that’s it, we’re over. I can’t be with someone who has secrets,” says Landen, Logan’s nodding. I stop and take a deep breath not looking at them.
“Becks, don’t do this, just tell us what’s so important, surely we are more important than whatever you need to do,” says Logan.
“You are,�
�� I say whispering because if not I might shout. “But I still need to go and do it. I’m afraid you have to trust me.”
“I don’t trust you,” says Landen automatically.
“Me either,” says Logan.
“Then we have nothing, I need trust, guys. I need you to trust me, just this once.” I shout walking out the door.
“Becks, we are serious, if you go, that’s it. Don’t bother contacting us again, we are done, over. We have had enough of women walking over us, it stops right now.”
“I’m sorry,” I say through tears. “I need to go.”
The door gets slammed in my face as I whisper, “Please trust me, I’m not Carrie.”
I take a deep breath, I need to push my emotions aside, for now, my heart has broken into a million pieces, and I feel sick, but I need to get to the airport.
I’m sitting waiting for the flight, and I’ve checked my phone a million times. Nothing, I’m upset but angry, how can they just drop me like that? I know I’m triggering their insecurities but why can’t they believe in me just this once. Is it such a big deal to wait until Monday? I guess sneaking out probably doesn’t help. I make it home to my empty house with no problems. I guess I will have to clear my things out of the twin’s house.
At 2pm on Sunday afternoon my doorbell rings and Gavin is standing there looking worried. “I’ve been told to collect you and for you to collect your items at the Johnson house, Becks, I’m so sorry.”
“Not your fault, Gavin,” I say and slip into the car.
I ride in silence and go into their house gathering items that were mine. There isn’t much, and most things are still boxed. I haven’t bought much over as they already had a house full of stuff, and I didn’t feel they needed more.
“Hey, you hungry,” says Gavin as I get back into the car. “You want to come back to my house? My wife is cooking a lovely Sunday roast, and she always likes company.”
I'm completely shocked. But I nod grateful for the company.
“I must warn you, I have three kids."
I laugh and nod again, that would be great, and I know it will take my mind off of everything else. “Thanks, Gavin I really do appreciate this. How long have you worked for the twins and how come I haven't seen you about before?”