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“I don’t want to go back yet,” I say quietly.
Callum doesn’t say anything but looks down at me with serious eyes. “What do you want to do then, Bethany?”
“Stay here, just us.”
He nods and I go to pull back. “And do what?”
I blush, thinking about what it must sound like to them. What am I asking for? To hang out on the beach with two men who I suspect aren’t strangers to sharing a girl. I feel hot between my legs thinking about what it would feel like to let them kiss me, to let them touch me in ways no one has since Brad. They’re so much bigger that I can’t help but imagine how far I would have to open my legs to wrap them around them. I think back to the picture Callum painted at the bar. One of them behind, one in front. What would that feel like to be so surrounded by big strong men? They wait for me to answer, but with all this sliding through my head like syrup, I just can’t find the words.
“You remember what I told you, Bethany, about deciding. If you want something in life, you’ve got to learn to ask for it. No more hanging back, letting other people be in control,” Liam says.
“I want to…” I trail off with so much heat in my cheeks it’s a wonder I haven’t fainted.
“Tell us what you want,” Callum says in the lowest, sexiest voice I have ever heard. “Because I think we might just give you anything.”
I turn to face the sea, and I feel their eyes on me, waiting. Hoping maybe. The weight of their words presses against my heart. I wonder when it was that my voice became so muted. When did it become okay for me to silence my own thoughts and feelings; my desires? When did I become ashamed of being the person that I am, enough that I’d conform to the version of me that someone else wanted?
For the first time in a long while, I don’t feel sad about it. I feel angry. Angry that I lost myself for so long, and desperate to find myself again. These two men have found a way to free just a little bit of me. The girl that once danced on a beach without a care in the world. I felt her again, that me from the past and it’s intoxicating. If I could just get back some more pieces, maybe the nagging emptiness I’ve been feeling so long will leave me for good.
I want that so badly that my heart hurts.
I take a few steps towards the sea and let the cool water slip between my toes. The sea whispers in front of me, stretched out like a never-ending pool of obsidian ink. Behind me stand two men who feel like the key to something. But do I have the courage to ask for what I want?
In a few days we’re all going to leave this place; me back home and the twins back to Dubai. This time is like an interlude in my real life. A flash of time that stands away from reality. I could spend the rest of my time here plodding along, feeling the same, or I could be brave, and see if I’m right. If Liam and Callum, these men who I’ve been told are the best friends my brother-in-law could ever hope to have, could bring back some of the old me.
I turn slowly and find them standing like mirror images, hands in pockets, heads cocked to opposite sides. “I want…you to kiss me,” I say, looking down so I don’t have to see their reaction.
A gust of wind tugs my skirt closer around my legs and I can hear the rustling of their feet on the sand. Fingers lift my chin, holding my face gently. It’s Callum and he smiles lazily as our eyes meet, leaning in to press his lips against mine. Our first kiss is so sweet, sweeter than I ever would have imagined Callum would be. It’s a simple and soft hello that swells my heart, and the way he holds me gently, his big hands resting on my upper arms, has me melting. He moves against me so softly that when he pulls away I lean forward, following his mouth as it retreats.
Callum steps aside and Liam steps in, slipping his hand into my hair and drawing me towards him. His lips are hungrier, maybe because he already watched his brother do this exact same thing only seconds earlier. I can taste the cocktail on his lips and the passion in his grasp and I put my hand on his neck, drawing him closer. Then he too pulls back.
“What?” I say, not understanding why he’s stopped in the middle of something so amazing. Wondering if this is how it’s going to be, passed back and forth between them.
“What else, Bethany?”
The question takes me by surprise. “What do you mean what else? Why did you stop?”
“What else do you want? We need you to tell us so that we know that you’re sure of everything. We want you to feel in control of what happens next. You get to choose, baby, just you.” Liam strokes his palm over my hair, pushing back the wispy bits that are tickling my cheeks, but I can’t look at him. I feel too raw, too seen, and it feels amazing and terrifying all in one big bundle.
How can a person go from being steered in life to taking the wheel? Brad had been emotionally manipulative, subtle in his cruelty, pick-pick-picking away until I looked down at myself and saw nothing but holes. It had been four months since I walked away, but the holes were still there, wind blowing through and taking my courage with it.
It seemed that Liam and Callum could see the holes too and that was mortifying. That they wanted to help me fill them in with myself again was too glorious to comprehend. Dean had said his best men were the truest friends anyone could ever have and I thought he was waxing lyrical. Now I see exactly what my brother-in-law was talking about.
“Bethany…” Callum says, caressing my cheeks. “If you can’t tell us, show us, baby. Show us what you need and we’ll give it to you. We’ll give it all to you.”
My breath catches in my throat and a tear slips past my restraint. Before I have a chance to swipe it away, Callum kisses me where it fell. It’s that simple gesture that gives me resolve. “I want you,” I say, taking each of their hands in mine. “I want everything.”
Liam strokes my hair gently, as though I’m something precious and fragile, and then he says, “Then that’s exactly what we’ll give you.”
4
Finding Paradise
Liam and Callum had been right about me earlier that night. I’m not a ‘sex on the beach’ kind of girl. It’s too messy, with far too much risk of sand abrasion in unfortunate places. I wasn’t averse to being carried to their hotel room, though, while they sang what had become ‘our tune’. It’s probably the alcohol that has made me feel so loose-limbed and unconcerned about what the world might think. I guess to an outsider we would look like friends enjoying a silly time while on vacation. I suspect that the truth would be far from the mind of the average person.
The resort is quiet, but when we pass Kerry and Dean’s suite we can hear giggling and I am so unbelievably happy for them.
When Callum reaches his door, he rests me down and kisses me on the mouth. As he makes quick work of the lock Liam presses his lips against my neck, only drawing back as Callum pulls me into the room. Liam follows closely, carrying my shoes and purse. There's a moment when the door clicks into place and the room darkens that my heart skitters in my chest. In bare feet, the twins loom large, eyelids lowered and eyes dark with desire. The air crackles with energy: the buzz that comes with anticipation, the discovery of a new lover and the pleasure that will come with it. I wait because I’ve given them the green-light to everything and the look in their eyes says they are going to take it. I’m buzzing just thinking about what we’re going to do, and so damn happy I’m finally in a place to draw some kind of line across Brad and his aftereffects.
And what a line it’s going to be.
Callum is the first to pull his tie away from his shirt collar, watching me closely. Liam isn’t far behind. There are little buttons down the front of my dress; covered ones that are fiddly to do up but easy to undo. As I flip them open one by one, their burning gazes follow the path of my fingers. There is a silk belt tie at the waist and I draw it apart, not slowly but not too fast either. When I slip the soft fabric of the dress from my shoulders, I’m left standing in just my lacy cream bra and panties, and the pearl-decorated garter that matched Kerry’s. The twins step close enough that I can feel the heat and coiled passion rolli
ng off them in waves. My head is level with Liam’s broad chest, and I breathe him in; the warm scent of his cologne and the unique scent of his skin making me lightheaded. Callum moves behind me, sweeping my hair aside so that it hangs over one shoulder before he kisses my neck softly. I find myself leaning into him, gasping as his hands rest on my hips and grip.
Liam bends to kiss me, a soft slide of his lips over mine, a gentle tug as he pulls my bottom lip between his, the rumble of a groan as I hook my hand around his neck and pull him toward me. I open my mouth, wanting his taste and the slide of his tongue over mine. With it comes the delicious clenching feeling I get between my legs when his hands clasp my bottom and squeeze.
My own hands are antsy, reaching to undo the buttons on Liam’s shirt, wanting to see the impressive body I’ve imagined underneath his clothes and feel the heat of his skin against my palms. He pulls back and tugs the sleeves off quickly, standing before me, his chest rising and falling, eyes burning as he begins to undo his gray trousers too slowly.
“Watch him,” Callum orders directly into my ear. The heat of his breath sends shivers spreading up my neck. His hands slide up my ribs and over my breasts, squeezing gently then seeking out the front fastening. As Liam steps out of his trousers, Callum undoes the clasp, slipping the straps from my shoulders.
Brad had always hinted that my breasts were too small and spent time pointing out women in magazines with more impressive proportions. The way Liam looks at me wipes all that away. There’s a moment where he hesitates to touch me, his hand hovering in the air as though he’s enjoying the anticipation and imagining what I’ll feel like in his palm. His first caress is gentle, and when his thumb merely grazes my nipple, I feel it pucker, seeking more contact.
“So beautiful,” he says, thumb passing back over the tip of my nipple again and again, his eyes fixed on mine. I want to tell him to squeeze, to take it between his fingers and pinch it. Callum’s hand snakes around from behind and does the very thing I’m craving to my other breast. The contrast is electric.
“Oh,” I gasp, leaning into Callum again.
“She likes that,” Liam says, meeting the eyes of his brother.
“Soft and hard?” Callum responds.
“Yeah.”
I want to tell them that I’m pretty much guaranteed to like whatever they do to me, but my mouth is firmly clamped shut as they continue alternating.
As much as I’m enjoying everything, I need more. I need to feel their skin under my hands so I allow them to wander, palms skittering as they slide up Liam’s sides, over ribs packed with muscle, then across nicely rounded pectorals until my thumb gently brushes his nipple. Liam hisses and takes hold of my hand, pushing it against his cock. And what a cock it is. For a moment I think I must be confused. Surely this can’t be real. But as I explore, allowing my hand to wander, I realize that it is. My pussy clenches now that it knows what’s coming. I feel a little overwhelmed because these boys are identical so I pretty much know what Callum’s packing behind me is a mirror image. I’m hungry to see it, to know what his body is like in all its natural glory. When I move my hand to touch the waistband of Liam's Calvins he gets the hint and drops them.
Damn.
I stare open mouthed at the cock Liam’s revealed. He takes hold of it at the root and squeezes and I swear I almost come at the sight of him alone. It looks like he’s wielding a weapon but fuck, he could club me to death with that thing anytime. I want to laugh because, in comparison, Brad’s cock was a wiener. No wonder our sex life was so dry. I bet Liam’s never had bad sex in his life.
“You’re looking at my cock like…I don’t know what,” he says smirking.
“Maybe she’s never seen a cock that big,” Callum mouths against my ear. “You wanna touch it, Bethany? Make sure it’s real?”
Liam grins and winks, moving closer and taking my hand. “He doesn’t bite,” he says as he wraps my palm around the base. My fingers don’t meet it’s so wide, and the heat of him, the pulsing firmness. The sense of anticipation that he’s gonna fuck me with this massive thing soon has my pussy clenching as heat spreads between my legs.
“See,” Callum whispers. “His curves slightly to the right and mine curves slightly to the left. That’s the other way you can tell us apart.”
“But we want to drive you so crazy that you don’t even care which one of us is fucking you,” Liam says, watching my hand slide up and down his length……
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