by Bailey James
He stops and rubs his eyes I think, is he crying? I can’t look at him because I'm an absolute mess, tears are pouring from my eyes, and I’m trying to do it quietly, so they can’t tell.
“Becks, you okay?” says Logan lifting my chin. It’s then I realise he’s crying too, not much but it’s there, watery eyes, a bit red, trying to hold it back. Unfortunately, my floodgates have opened, and it's pouring out of my eyes. I leap into Logan's arms for a hug. It’s then I feel a hand from behind, and I turn to see Landen has stopped the truck and looks a wreck.
“I know a lot of it is my fault. Logan’s always got my back, but I caused a lot of the shit. It’s the five minutes older thing,” says Landen, making me smirk behind my tears.
“Becks, I love you, you’re the best thing that has ever happened to us. You just accepted us, no questions asked. May I have a hug.” I turn and fall into Landen's arms.
“Becks, we didn’t mean to make you cry. We just wanted to talk to you and tell you how we feel,” Logan says.
“I’m going to the toilet,” says Landen emotional, jumping out. Logan pulls me back to his arms. I stay in Logan’s arms for a bit then decide I need to freshen up too.
“I’m going to go to the toilet too,” I say.
“Okay,” he says pulling me back and holding my cheeks. “One last kiss, Becks, just so I remember how you taste.” I move forward and throw my lips at him. Grabbing his head and hair and not being gentle. Fuck, he tastes so good.
I pull back and smile at his dazed expression. Maybe I was a bit aggressive. “Sorry, Logan,” I say jumping out of the cab and heading into the service station. I’m about to walk back to the truck when I see Landen ahead of me. I run after him, grab his hand, pull him down a side alley between two buildings and pin him up against the wall. I grab his head and push my lips to his as aggressively as I did to Logan. He quickly returns the kiss. I get carried away as my body begins to rock against his. I feel kisses and hands slide around me, and I know somehow Logan has joined us. Which is bad, really bad. Because I can’t stop myself now, even if I wanted to. No one says anything, just groans and moans of pleasure as both hands explore my body like they would never get to touch it again. I unzip Landen and pull his cock out making him groan at the frigid air and my touch. I stroke him up and down as he kisses me hard. I can feel Logan unzipping my trousers. He pulls them down only slightly and slides his cock between my thighs. Making me groan into Landen's mouth. I come up for air panting. Logan wraps my hair around his fist as he often did and pulls my head back allowing him to kiss me. Landen takes my breasts into his mouth. I feel both cocks rubbing against me. After a frustrating few moments, I wiggle myself directly over Landen and push my way down. He groans not expecting it and pulls me further onto him.
“Logan, arse,” I say.
“I haven’t got any lube.” Landen pulls out of me and rubs my own lube into my arse. Logan places himself into my pussy for a moment. He pulls out and goes back to gently slide into my arse. I try to make myself relax, as Landen pushes himself into my pussy.
“Oh, fuck,” I say in a whisper.
“Oh, fuck indeed,” says Logan. He kisses me and then proceeds to thrust. Landen joins him. I begin making lots of noise. “Shhh, we’ve got you,” says Landen laughing. He places his fingers in my mouth. Then takes them out and kisses me again. Landen goes faster and pulls off my lips. Then Logan places his hand over my mouth as they increase the speed and depth. I come quickly groaning on Logan's hand. They follow together. Making me groan further. “I love you,” they both shout loudly into the air.
Logan comes down nibbling on my ear. “I love you so much, my beautiful dirty girl.”
“I love you too,” I say quietly. But is it enough?
Landen holds my face and kisses me, then pulls back and looks into my eyes. “I love you,” he says. I gulp at the intensity of it. I don’t know what I am doing. But it did relieve the tension in the air, and everything feels a lot lighter than before.
Landen Johnson
It’s a relief that Becks still wants us. Her outpouring of emotions via sex is how she shows us what she feels. I know she hates the talking, and I know that’s her way to show us how she is feeling at the moment. What I wasn’t sure about is if it’s a one last fuck to say goodbye, or she’s telling us we can get back together and all will be okay. Either way, I wasn’t going to dampen the mood by asking. Especially if there’s a chance, we will fuck for a while. We’ll just sort the details out later. We have made progress, and that’s what’s important right now. I’ll take whatever I can get, especially if it’s the last time I would get her.
I did want to talk to her about something alone, but I’ll wait for the opportunity. I don’t want to upset Logan by what I’m going to say.
The opportunity comes later when we arrive back at the yard Logan walks off into the office, and I pull Becks back.
“Can we talk?” I say moving her between trucks. “Becks, you need to know one thing. It’s me who has the trust issues. It’s me who gets insecure and worries. And it’s me who’s fucked it all up. Logan will always defend me and back me up, but it comes from me. So, the issue really is me.” She doesn’t say anything. “Becks, I love you so much, but if you want me to step aside and build a future with Logan, I will. I would rather have you in my life than not have you at all.”
She shakes her head. “Landen no, you come as a package, I don’t want one without the other. I can’t do that to either of you. You know Logan would never go along with it. Not an option, Landen…” She turns to walk off and slows again. “Landen, we’ll take it slow, okay, see what happens,” she says.
That last sentence, that’s the hope I need.
I tell Logan in the car on the way home, and we were both excited again that maybe this isn’t it. Maybe we have hope to rebuild what we had. We decide not to pressure Becks and take it slow. We aren’t really sure what take it slow means. So, we will leave it to Becks to set the pace.
***
A week later
We are both in Ed’s office a week later. We have cleared his desk, and a large map for our new expansion is laid out. We are going to build a few more offices for us and a staff room, which we currently don’t have. We are deep in conversation when we hear the door go and turn to find Becks leaning on the closed door.
“You coming to the pub, or are you deep at work?” she says. She’s in a little black dress and looks sexy as hell.
“It’s Friday? I forgot, yes, of course, give us 5 minutes,” I say immediately folding up the plans.
“Apparently, Sophia’s coming to the rugby tomorrow, I think it must be getting serious?”
“Really? It must be then. Will you come too, Becks?”
“Do you want me to?” she says biting her lip, looking worried.
“Of course, we always want you at the rugby, and you haven’t been for ages. Tally’s going spare at us,” says Logan.
“I’ll come then,” she says.
We head to the pub and the night is pleasant enough, it feels like old times before everything went to shit. We push our luck and ask Becks back to our house, and we are surprised when she says yes.
We carry Becks to our bedroom, peeling her clothes off as we went. I pin her to the bed and kiss every inch of skin I can get to. This girl was going to have a night to remember, even if it was the last one we have. Sombreness creeps in to the edges at that idea, but I push it aside and try to enjoy the moment. Logan’s kissing Becks face while I work on the rest of her body. Which is quite difficult when she’s squirming all over the place.
“You know we’re crazy about you. You know we would do anything to make things right. Don’t you?” Logan says between kisses. She nods.
“Anything,” I say heading down between her legs, “absolutely anything, Becks.”
“Okay,” Becks pants, grabbing Logan’s head and kissing him whilst bucking her body to get my face in deeper.
She groans loudly. “Fuc
k, Landen, right there.”
She bucks again. I bring my hands up to pin her down and push my fingers and tongue in deeper.
I look up to see Logan sucking her breasts, and Becks looks in absolute bliss.
“Get naked I want to see you,” Becks says opening her eyes suddenly.
Logan pulls his top off, and her hand comes up to stroke down his body. She sits up and grabs my top and pulls it over my head. She suddenly jumps up off the bed, grabbing my hand and leading me into the bathroom. She leads me over to the large bathroom window, grabs my neck and kisses me. “Fuck me here, Landen,” she says spinning round and pushing her naked body up against the large window.
Fuck yes, I think scanning her up and down. I really don’t want to ever forget her and her body. I move in close, kissing her neck and placing my cock at her entrance. She grabs it and glides me in. Logan comes up beside us as I begin to move, he kisses and strokes her body.
“Put your hands flat on the glass and push your breasts into it,” says Logan.
She groans. “It’s cold, it feels so good.”
“You feel so good,” I whisper.
I look at Logan after a few minutes and realise he’s desperate to be inside her too, so I reluctantly withdraw. Making Becks cry out for more.
Logan inserts himself as I stroke Becks’ body. “Does that feel good?” I whisper in her ear, lifting her hair and kissing her neck.
“Yes,” she whispers on the brink of release. “Always so good. Kiss me, Landen.” Becks says, turning her head. As I kiss her, Logan slams her harder, making her still, as she comes groaning into my mouth. She comes up for air. “Fuck me, Landen.”
As Logan pulls out I jump in hard and fast trying to make her soar again in quick succession. I must catch a particularly good spot as she begins begging me to stay there and go harder. I do as I’m asked and send her over the edge, as Logan speaks in her ear.
“That’s it, my dirty sweet girl. That’s it.” The feeling of her cumming again sends me quickly over the edge for my release.
In the morning we deliver her breakfast in bed and give Becks the full princess treatment, much to Becks annoyance. We don’t want her to go downstairs and find her birthday present, which Gavin had picked up for us. We had reserved it months ago and decided to still give it to her, even if we weren’t together.
Becks Winter
I’m standing at the rugby pitch watching the match and thinking about last night and how much fun I’d had. But I still don’t know how to go forward. I can do the fucking, that’s always come easy with those two, but it’s my heart that I’m scared of. It’s them hurting me again, not ever being able to trust me. I have Tally and Sophia on either side of me, cheering on their men. I pull myself back to the present to see what’s going on with Sophia.
“Sophia, does this mean that you’re in a relationship with them both?” I ask.
She smiles all loved up.
“Wow,” I say. Happy for her, but not quite believing what I’m seeing, who would have thought it.
“I want to know, what’s going on with you?” says Tally.
I shrug, not wanting to talk about me.
“Becks is being stubborn,” added in Sophia.
“I’m not being stubborn,” I scowl at her.
“Oh, come on, you have been moping about for weeks completely miserable with yourself, but it’s your own doing, Becks,” says Sophia.
“Why not give them one more chance, everything is out there now, Carrie is finally out of their hair for good,” says Tally.
“You’re obviously still completely in love with them both. Why torture yourself when you don’t have to?” says Sophia. They are ganging up on me now, this so isn’t fair.
“Or torture them because they have no clue what’s going on, but they’re willing to wait for you to finally make your mind up,” says Tally.
“Whoa, don’t hold back, will you. Give it to me straight, why don’t you?” I say fucked off but knowing they’re right.
“Becks, we’re your friends, we don’t want to see you hurting. You love them, they love you, what more is there?” Tally says.
“Is love enough?” I ask.
“What’s the alternative, Becks? Moping around with your heart broken because you're too scared to give them another go. No one’s perfect, you always said,” says Sophia.
“Listen, Carrie hurt them, you certainly healed them. In the future, they will stand by you no matter who gets in the way, I’m certain of that. They have learnt their lessons, stop beating them with it and move on, move forward. Love them and let them love you, Becks,” says Tally. I turn to face the match and try to ignore them.
“Then get married, and I want to plan the hen do,” says Sophia.
“Or a commitment ceremony. We can go to Spain, or somewhere sunny,” says Tally.
“I think you two might have jumped ahead a little there, don’t you?” I say turning to look at them both again. Now standing next to each other.
They both grin. I shake my head sighing. “I can see you two getting on well.”
They both hug me. “Becks, you know we’re right, just sort it now, today,” says Sophia.
“Yes, today. Before they find someone else,” says Tally eyebrows raised.
With those words, my heart sinks, and I feel physically sick at the thought.
“Stop this no man land and move forward. They love you so much they're hurting too. They don’t know if they have a future. Talk to them,” says Tally.
“Talking’s overrated,” I say, but I mumbled it under my breath because I know, I was going to have to. As much as I don’t want to admit it, they are right.
“So, what did happen with Carrie?” Sophia says.
“Gone to Spain in some expensive therapy apparently,” says Tally.
“She’s been diagnosed with some, delusional disorder. Still has no idea what she did wrong. She believes I was bad news for them and had to get rid of me. She also believes once I was gone they would fall into her arms again, well Logan would anyway. But apparently, it’s part of the illness.” I say feeling sad about what happened and wishing I could have helped in some ways. “She’s been placed on medication and has therapy daily. The twins spoke to her father, and he said she’s doing really well over there. He is even considering moving over there permanently to start a fresh.”
“I think it’s something she will live with forever, a constant daily battle,” says Tally.
“Least her father has the funds to get her help for the rest of her life,” I say, not even being able to imagine how that would feel.
After the rugby, I hold the twins back after they’ve gotten changed. We watch the other’s head to the pub.
“Guys, we need to talk,” I say.
They both look deadly serious, because I’ve never needed to talk and by the look of fear on their faces, I reckon they believe I’m about to end it for good.
“I’m sorry for keeping you in limbo, I’m just scared… But I realise that being scared is better than being heartbroken. So, if you want to, if you feel the same. I’d like to…”
I don’t finish as Logan rushes me and kisses me hard, then Landen is there barely letting me catch my breath. “I love you both so much,” I say beginning to cry. “Do you think we could try again, give it another go, trust me?”
“Yes, of course, of course,” says Logan.
“You mean the world to us, Becks, the world,” says Landen.
“We’ve missed you so much, will you stay the weekend?” says Logan.
“Will you stay forever, move back in?” says Landen.
“If you’re sure you want forever?” They both nod enthusiastically.
“I’d love to, but you better not be after my money,” I smirk. Logan picks me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. He spins me around.
“I think, sweetheart, we are equal in that department now, don’t you?”
After kisses and cuddles, we hold hands and walk to the
pub.
“Did you really buy and maintain that sports car of yours on a trucker’s wage?” blurts Landen.
“Yes, I saved for years.”
“So, I best not, suggest you sell it for a more family appropriate car then.” He smirks.
I give him the dirtiest look I can muster.
Landen laughs. “I’m joking. I’m joking. We will never get rid of your first baby.”
“Good to know where we sit on your priority list,” Logan says laughing.
“Yep, my car will always come first, just remember that truckers… Hang on, what do you mean family appropriate?” I stop. “You want babies with me?” I say surprised.
Logan laughs. “Not right now, baby, but one day, hey, we did talk about forever, and forever normally consists of babies at some point.”
“Fuck, how will we even work that?” I say suddenly worried.
“You will never know,” says Logan taking my hand in his and kissing it.
“What?” I say.
“We are identical twins, we have the same DNA, so you will never know who the father is even if you test,” says Landen taking my other hand.
“Seriously, wow, that’s quite cool, so our children will always have 2 daddies, no matter what happens,” I say liking that idea.
They nod.
“What’s wrong with my car anyhow? It has four seats,” I say suddenly going back to my car.