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And Sebastian kept sort of rubbing his towel over parts of himself—parts that were definitely dry.

  “Well sort of, yeah,” Sebastian said, but didn’t seem to know how to complete the thought. Luckily, however, Tobias was on hand.

  “But we’ve never heard you tell us. Not seriously, anyway.”

  “Usually you go with oaf, or brick shithouse, or—what was the other one?”

  “I think one time she called us the monoliths.”

  Now it was her turn to wince.

  “Yeah, but you know—that’s just to gloss over your total handsomeness. I don’t think I could have dealt with it, otherwise.”

  It sounded crazy, once she’d said it out loud. But it was a weight off at the same time. She’d practically carried the thing around with her for the entirety of their friendship—the knowledge that they were ridiculously good-looking, and she was…well.

  Not.

  Neither of them seemed to know what the fuck she was talking about, however. Tobias stopped rifling through his locker to give her his best seriously? look. Sebastian sat down on the bench, one elbow on his knee. Sort of like a very confused version of The Thinker.

  “Wait. What?”

  “It’s not a big deal. I just thought it would seem sort of pathetic if some plain chick was, you know. Always orgasming over your fantastic asses.”

  Tobias made a kind of diagram in the air. Hands spread, both eyes narrowed.

  “And the plain chick in this scenario would be…”

  “Dear God I think she means herself. Hold me, I’m scared.”

  “She can’t possibly mean herself,” Tobias said, half-laughing. Then the half-laughing stopped. “If you mean yourself I’m going to murder you.”

  “Uh…well…” she tried, but uh well apparently didn’t cut it.

  “You have seen yourself, right? There’s this invention called a mirror…”

  “It’s awesome. Look in it and you get to see your own amazing tits.”

  “And your mouth that’s pretty much one big pout.”

  “Seriously, that blowjob mouth. I’ve had dreams about it.”

  “And those eyes, God your eyes, Bobbi.”

  “They’re not even a normal color. They’re…like…gray. You have gray eyes, Bobs. I want your eyes to give me a blowjob too.”

  “And your hair…that curly hair…”

  “Oh man, I want to—”

  She had to cut them off before this went any further. Had to. It felt as though her cheeks were boiling her face alive. Her heart had started pounding loud enough to almost drown both of them out—almost.

  “Okay! Okay, guys, stop! Please stop. Seriously, I get the picture. You want to have sex with my face, I get it.”

  They both fell silent for a second. Then just started right back up again.

  “Sex with most of the other parts of you too,” Sebastian said, while Tobias went with the much calmer and more reasonable, “Honestly, Bobs—what did you think we meant when we gave you compliments?”

  She thought of Sebastian saying, “You looked so lovely tonight” when she’d worn her green dress for Jill’s birthday party. Tobias telling her she should wear her hair down all the time, because it looked like something you couldn’t resist tangling your hand in.

  “That you were just being nice?”

  It sounded stupid, even to her ears.

  “We’ve never wanted to just be nice with you, Bobbi,” Tobias said. Of course it held more weight, coming from him. In fact, it held so much weight that it started dragging at the air around them, until suddenly it felt too hot to bear. “I mean, nice is okay, but…”

  “It’s not quite as good as licking between your legs,” Sebastian said softly, and Tobias echoed him.

  “No, not nearly as good.”

  And then all Sebastian had to do was just reach forward and grab hold of one of her thighs. He didn’t even have to pull particularly hard. She just found herself going to him in a kind of daze, that now familiar thrum starting up between her legs.

  “Look at you,” he said. “Who wouldn’t want you?”

  It wasn’t that hard to believe him. Or to just go with whatever they wanted to do. Tobias had a hand in her hair before she knew it, stroking and stroking until a million little tingles radiated outward from her scalp, and Sebastian was definitely on the verge of pushing her skirt up.

  Just another little slide of his fingers over her thigh. Just a little one—and then he’d know. Both of them would. They’d see that she hadn’t worn any panties, for reasons best left unexamined.

  It made her flood with heat to think of it, but with that heat came something else. A fluttering, odd sort of feeling that got stronger when Tobias kissed the place just below her ear. And stronger again, the second Sebastian’s fingers slid beneath her hemline.

  They were going to do things. She could tell. Their bodies were practically vibrating with it—this new and pretty obviously sexual purpose—and she could really tell because they were so very naked. And so very pressed against her.

  She could almost feel Tobias’ bare body pushing against her side—despite the massive coat—and once Sebastian stood that would be it. All over. She wouldn’t be able to resist—hell, she wasn’t sure she could resist now—and that just meant one thing.

  Sex in the locker room. She was going to have sex in the locker room, with them both, and oh God if someone walked in and saw, if someone just rounded the ends of those lockers over there…

  “Come on, guys, not here,” she said, but they paid almost no attention. Unsurprising, really, because most of her wanted them to pay no attention. Tobias’ mouth felt electric against the side of her throat, and he’d kind of cupped one of her breasts too. And when she shifted, Sebastian’s hand slid over the insides of her thighs instead of the boring old outsides. “Seriously, this isn’t a good idea.”

  They had to know it wasn’t. And yet somehow, they weren’t listening.

  “Guys,” she said again, only now her voice sounded so thin and faint. She could feel her legs starting to tremble. That thrum was taking over…

  “Just…stop. Stop. Hey are you listening? Not in public, okay, just not in fucking public!”

  She didn’t mean to shout those last words. And she absolutely didn’t mean to wrench herself away from them as she did so. But somehow both things happened and then she simply had to stand there, feeling flustered and foolish and as if she’d just made a terrible, terrible error.

  They’d said those nice things, and in return she’d shouted and pushed herself away from them as though they’d suddenly caught fire.

  Plus she’d used those three words. The ones she didn’t want to think about right now, or possibly ever again. Not in public her mind threw up, and then it blew a raspberry at her, just for good measure. You said not in public, as though you think they’re dirty perverts who need to be swept under the rug.

  “I didn’t…mean…” she started, but there was no good end to that sentence. So instead she just did something insane like obsessively brushing hair out of her face—long after hair had stopped being there.

  “It’s okay, Bobbi,” Tobias said, which kind of hurt worse than the knowledge of what she’d just done. He didn’t even look pissed about it, either, and Sebastian seemed the same way.

  He even said sorry, as though he was the one who’d done something wrong.

  “We don’t want to push you too fast. Just shut us down if you’re uncomfortable, okay?”

  She blurted an answer almost before he’d finished speaking.

  “Don’t say that. Don’t say shut us down. I don’t want to do that. I just… I just panicked, I think. I’m sorry.”

  They seemed satisfied with those words, she thought. But the thing was—she didn’t feel satisfied. And long after they were said, after Sebastian had hugged her one-armed on the way back to their apartment and Tobias had said, “You don’t ever have to be sorry about being a little nervous,” the real words she wanted to say
lingered, unspoken.

  I’m not ashamed of you. I’ll never be ashamed of you.

  I’m yours.

  Chapter Seven

  She could feel him rocking against her, just a little. Almost as though he hadn’t really intended to do it at all, and if she only shifted a tiny bit he’d stop. He’d heard what she’d said—or at least, he’d heard what he and Tobias had decided—and he’d pull back if she wanted him to.

  But the thing was, she didn’t really want him to pull back. It felt too good to want him to pull back. She could practically make out every line and ridge of his obviously hard cock, and each time he pushed just a bit harder the thick head almost slid right between her legs.

  It made her ache for the sensation she wasn’t quite getting. She couldn’t be sure if she’d woken up in the state, or if he was the cause. If somehow he’d rocked and rubbed his way into her dreams, which she vaguely remembered as a mess of heavy sensuality and probable public shame.

  A vague recollection skittered through her mind—of a crowd watching as one of them took her pussy and the other filled her mouth—and a strange, hot feeling bloomed in her belly. Almost like arousal, but not quite, and oh God everything Sebastian was doing only seemed to make it worse.

  Her humiliating reaction to a bit of touching in a locker room should have ensured she never got excited again. It had been embarrassing, awkward—afterward she hadn’t known what to say. And yet here she was all wet and swollen between her legs, again, just because he had a hand on her hip and his big dick nudging against something she hadn’t previously thought of as an erogenous zone.

  It was ridiculous, really. Even if she put aside the obvious public freak-out sorts of problems, or accepted that she wasn’t as ashamed as she probably should be, there were still issues. Real, solid issues, which would probably have to involve some kind of timeshare solution. Sebastian would get her Monday to Thursday, and then Tobias could have her on weekends.

  Perfect!

  Only not perfect in any way whatsoever, because all of that sounded totally insane. She could feel its insanity pressing on her, before she’d even gotten to the part in the fantasy where the court ordered Sebastian to give up his extra day once every third Friday.

  Sebastian would absolutely never give up his extra day. But then Tobias might turn sullen and who wanted to spend a weekend with a sullen Tobias? Not to mention how jealous Sebastian would probably be, on the Monday.

  Or all the time, every day, until she went nuts.

  No, the only solution was to be together, as some sort of weird threesome. While avoiding all holiday celebrations with their families, and never having a normal life, with a wedding that didn’t involve an extra-wide aisle…

  It was almost enough to completely throw her off her aroused stride.

  And then Tobias whispered through the darkness at his brother, and somehow everything veered back into threesome fantasy land.

  “Stop it,” he said. Of course he did. He even sounded exasperated, the way he usually did when Sebastian pushed things past the point of sense.

  It was different when he did it now, however. His voice sounded hoarse, for one. And she could kind of feel something sticking out in front of her, for another. Of course, he wasn’t exactly rubbing it against her.

  But he wasn’t exactly not, either.

  “Oh come on. I’m hardly doing anything.”

  “You’re doing something. Don’t you think she needs a breather? She totally freaked out in the locker room.”

  “Yeah. Okay. I know,” Sebastian said—all three words like abrupt little punches.

  He stopped the delicious rocking, however. It kind of made her heart sink, though she knew the effect was multiplied by Tobias’ words. She needs a breather—as though the whole thing was some sort of experiment in drowning.

  She’d made it to minute three under water, and now needed to come to the surface.

  “Let’s just back off a little.”

  “We’re in bed with her. How are we supposed to back off?”

  “Well maybe she didn’t really want to sleep over. Maybe she just felt like—”

  She sensed Sebastian shifting around, impatient for the rest of his twin’s words. He wasn’t going to get them, however. Tobias had stopped mid-sentence for one very important reason, and he clearly wasn’t capable of getting to the rest of it.

  “Felt like what?” Sebastian asked, but it took Tobias a long, long moment. And he didn’t have the end of what he’d started to offer, when he finally managed to push some words out.

  “She just grabbed hold of my dick.”

  Yeah, he kind of had something else instead.

  “What? Are you serious?”

  “Ohhh fuck. Bobbi.”

  “You’re really going to lecture me while she gives you a hand-job.”

  She didn’t think she’d ever heard Sebastian sound so pissed. Not even when that jerk at Sky Bar had called her a fat-ass.

  “No,” Tobias said, but the word somehow had about seventeen syllables. It was gratifying, in a way. All she had to do to get him to veer off his “tread lightly” course was reach down and grasp the swollen head of his cock, through his sweatpants.

  And she could do that now, because they were together. He had to know that, right? That even though she’d kind of freaked out and sort of put a big sign over all of them—Secret Shame she thought it read, in her most troubled moments—they were actually something.

  Boyfriends, Sebastian had said. Your awesome boyfriends.

  And that much was true.

  “Were you awake through all of that conversation, Bobs?” Sebastian asked. His tone suggested about twenty percent resentment, about eighty percent nerves. Of course she knew what the latter was about—did I say something bad?—and that sort of disturbed her.

  But then again, Sebastian was always the one to make the blunders. It was only natural that he assumed he’d made one here.

  “Pretty much.”

  “And also awake through all of that rutting I may or may not have been doing?”

  “You know, just because you move your lower body three inches back across the bed, doesn’t mean I can no longer feel your gigantic cock. I could feel that thing from France.”

  Tobias was the one who laughed, however. Sebastian just seemed faintly put-out.

  “Okay—so I guess I’ll just leave you guys to it.”

  He even made to climb out of the bed. It was adorable, really.

  “Sure about that?” she asked, and then it was just a matter of reaching back and grabbing him. In one particular place.

  “Oh,” he said, but like his brother he seemed to have a lot of extra syllables to add to such tiny words. And all she had to do to get him to add more was rub a little down over the solid length of him, before maybe grinding her palm over the broad head.

  “Oh God, Bobbi. Oh right there, right there. Are you sure you want to—uhhhh, yeah.”

  “What was that? Am I sure I want to uhhhh yeah? Is that even a thing?”

  He pushed against her working hand, urgently, body almost shaking when she responded by clasping him through the material of his pajamas bottoms. It was easier to do than it was for Tobias—the material felt thinner, lighter, and on the upstroke she could make out something more than arousing.

  A slick spot, where he’d leaked all the way through.

  “Don’t tease,” he said, but she couldn’t quite tell what he referred to. Her words, or the way she was stroking him? Even with the thin material it was hard to get a good grip—and especially so when she had to reach around her body to do it.

  So she didn’t think she could be blamed for going with the safest option. He didn’t want to be teased? Well, well. She had something for him.

  “Fuck me, then,” she said, and a guttural groan caught in his throat. His hand went back to her hip, as though just saying the thing gave him permission to be bolder.

  “Bobbi—” Tobias started, but she didn’t let h
im finish. She knew too well what he was going to say—no, we should wait, let’s take things slow, you’ve just freaked out—and quite frankly all of those things sounded terrible.

  Luckily, however, it didn’t take much to change his mind.

  “Ohhhhh yeah—just like that. Fuck, that’s good,” he said, the second she pushed her hand inside his sweatpants. No, stop, maybe we should consider this. No, I’m not sure we’re ready for more. Just his hips bucking up and his cock shoving through the tight circle of her hand.

  “You like that, huh?”

  “God yes.”

  “You like me stroking your cock like this? Oh, you’re all messy. And soooo stiff. Kind of like you really, really want it.”

  “Jesus Christ, Bobbi. Just—” he started, but this time he cut himself off before he could finish. He just reached right over to her and got her by the back of her neck, pulled hard until their mouths met in a heated tangle.

  One that got worse the further she pushed him. Rubbing her thumb over the slippery slit at the tip of his cock got her his tongue, all rough and rude. And when she rocked her palm over the swollen head, squeezing just a little as she did—he moaned for her. He moaned right into her mouth, that hand on the back of her neck like a vise now.

  While behind her the bed shifted, as Sebastian quite clearly reached for something.

  Of course, she knew what he was reaching for. A blind-and-deaf prude would have known it, and yet still she found herself on the edge of anticipation. What if he’d just leaned over to get a drink of water? What if he felt he should read a book, while they finished off whatever they’d decided to do?

  It was a possibility. Surely it was a possibility.

  “I’m going to have you now,” he said, though she had to admit it wasn’t just the way he phrased it that made her clit swell and a fresh slick of liquid slide between the cheeks of her ass.

  It was his tone, his heated tone—and the way he whispered the words right into her ear. As if maybe he wanted his intention to move down through her, all dirty and rough and good.

  And he didn’t stop there either.

  “You wet enough to take me?” he asked, just as she’d recovered from the last thing he’d said. And though rationally she knew that there was nothing sexy about such a basic question, somehow it made her feel even more wound up.