Double Trouble: A Billionaire Twin Stepbrothers Forbidden Romance Page 2

  Like a teenage girl all over again, I gave in to the physical attraction that I had for Cole. I freed my imagination and pictured him in his fancy tailored suit, pulling me in close to him and kissing me deeply. Maybe it was the alcohol, but I delved into the fantasy and let it go farther than ever before. I pictured us kissing passionately, ripping off each other’s clothes, barely able to contain ourselves. And for the first time, I pictured Carson walking in on us.

  In this fantasy, Carson wasn’t shocked - he was thrilled. He ripped of his dress shirt and tie and began to join in.

  I felt pulled in every direction by the hot twins, like every inch of my body was electric. Somebody was pulling my hair, somebody was smacking my ass… I lost any awareness of which hand belonged to which brother. As I got deeper into the fantasy, I pushed my fingers deeper into my body. I was rough with myself as I pictured Carson and Cole ravaging me. I came harder than I knew was even possible. I blushed like crazy, embarrassed that I could even imagine such a thing, but I tingled with the pleasure of it. I fell asleep between pillows, pretending to cuddle between twins.

  Chapter Seven: First Kiss

  By the morning, I had gathered myself and decided I had to bite the bullet. In order to continue with this weekend, I had to approach Cole and say something. Otherwise, it was only going to become more and more awkward with time, and surely I would run into him at some point. It was time to be an adult and find a way to move forward. I would use the hotel breakfast as a chance to bump into him.

  Before I had a chance to approach Cole, before I was even able to walk toward the breakfast meeting, I heard a voice say my name. The voice was urgent, calling “Mona” – not Simone.

  It was simultaneously obvious and mind-boggling. It had to be him, calling me by my nickname in that confident, masculine voice, but how could it be? I was so careful to avoid him last night, and I held on to my adolescent anonymity.

  He never seemed to know my name before… how was he suddenly so sure he had run in to me?

  I turned around and faced him squarely, and what proceeded had to be the most bizarre and awkward first kiss that anybody had ever experienced. Ever.

  Cole was suddenly in my face, breathless. I didn’t have a moment to think before he kissed me. My mouth was closed and his was open and… well, it wasn’t even a kiss. It was more like a face bumping into another face. We both giggled, and I softened. I opened myself to him and he kissed me fully. His hands came to my neck, pulling me gently closer. I was completely surprised, but not in the horrible way I was in the high school courtyard so many years before. This felt soft and sweet, like he had been waiting for it too. It was shocking, but it was nice. Somehow.

  On the way to breakfast, Cole reached for my hand. I stopped and looked at him. He was blushing. HE WAS BLUSHING. I had so many questions for him, but I needed time. My hand met his and I quickly kissed him. This time our kiss was natural and easy. I could get used to this. We held hands and walked silently toward the conference. I was suddenly grateful that breakfast was a business meeting and that there was no opportunity for personal conversation.

  After breakfast, we parted ways to attend different presentations. It felt absurd, pretending that I could just go to a lecture like nothing had happened. The talk that I had signed up for was on how to find sustainable sources of revenue for non-profits. It was a subject near and dear to my heart, but my mind wasn’t there. I remembered that the entire conference was being recorded and the material would all be available to attendees, so I gave myself permission think about Cole. Had he known who I was all along? When I had a crush on him so many years ago, were the feelings mutual? And what was his situation now? People travel from all over the country to attend these conferences. I had so many questions; I didn’t even know if he was single.

  We were all free for the lunch hour, so I jumped at the chance to have some personal time with Cole, if I could even find him. I saw him in the lobby, looking all around. I wasn’t sure if he was meeting somebody else, so I pretended to be doing something on my phone. Thankfully, he called over.

  “Mona! I don’t suppose you’re free? I’d love to take you to lunch. We have so much catching up to do.”

  He suggested a nearby deli, saying he hadn’t lived here long but he knew and like the place. I couldn’t believe we were living so close to one another, but I didn’t say anything, not yet.

  Our discussion over lunch began awkwardly. We talked a little about the conference and work in general. I learned that he was an investment banker, helping wealthy corporations allocate their investments in ways that benefitted both them and the local community.

  It wasn’t lost on me that he had the power to make or break my organization in the blink of an eye.

  We both knew we had to address the elephant in the room.

  “Listen, Mona, about this morning…” He began.

  “Yeah, about that…” I said, uncomfortably.

  “Let me just say this before I lose the nerve. It’s not an accident that I ran into you here. I mean, this is what I do for a living, but I saw your name on the list of attendees when I registered. I was watching you all last night but couldn’t bring myself to approach you, and then you weren’t at the hotel bar.” He ran his hand through his hair. It was strange to see Mr. Perfect looking awkward, but he still made awkward look sexy. “This morning I just had to kiss you. It felt like I had anticipated that moment all these years. Well – if I’m honest with you, that is exactly what happened.”

  I couldn’t believe what he was saying. None of it made any sense. And how could he have been watching me all night? Did he have eyes in the back of his head?

  “All those years ago, that cocky athlete thing was a complete act. I always had a crush on you and was too scared to act on it.”

  I sat there totally dumbfounded. This was so much to take in and I felt a flood of emotions.

  I mustered up the courage to ask, “But, that morning? That horrible morning with Hugh in the courtyard?”

  He squinted his eyes and shook his head.

  “See, I’ve never been able to forgive myself for just standing there when that asshole did that to you. My brother and I talked about it afterward, how neither of us did anything. We knew we had fucked up. I’m so sorry.”

  Our lunchtime was up, even though neither of us had had a bite. We headed for our afternoon seminars, but we both knew that our minds weren’t on business.

  Chapter Eight: Suit and Tie

  That night at dinner, Cole approached me in his stylish suit. The room was arranged for banquet style seating, but there were plenty of free spots. He asked if the seat beside me was taken, and I offered him the chair. We made small talk before the speeches began, and in a quiet moment when it felt right, I leaned in for a small peck. I was new to this kissing business, but it seemed like the right time, and nobody was really looking. He seemed surprised but pleased, so I figured it was a good move.

  During the speeches, Cole’s hand moved to my knee. It felt familiar somehow, like his hand was just supposed to be there. At first it just seemed comforting, like a companion sharing the evening with me, but then Cole’s hand moved up my thigh… so gradually that I didn’t really notice it was sensual until I was completely taken. I felt hot and flustered and ready to get upstairs. We were both done with the night’s presentation, and he pulled at my hand. We headed for the elevators.

  Upstairs, we kissed and kissed and kissed. I let go of any worry that I was too inexperienced…since things felt as though they were happening naturally. If Cole was at all worried that I didn’t know what I was doing, he did an excellent job of hiding it.

  As things became heated, he suddenly stopped. He backed up a bit, and held my hands.

  “What’s wrong?” I asked.

  After a long pause he said he had to tell me something. He said he had to just say it very quickly before he lost the courage.

  “Mona, I have to be straight with you.” Suddenly he told me that
he was Carson, Cole’s twin brother!

  I stood up, reeling. Carson had become the businessman, and Cole was, where? Why did he let me think he was his brother? What was even happening??

  Carson saw my reaction, and seemed to know exactly what to say.

  “Mona, it’s not what you think. I wasn’t trying to trick you. It’s just, I’m an investment banker now, just like Cole. I can’t get away with the shaggy hair and five o’clock shadow anymore. Everybody in this job wears a good suit. I’m still me, but you know, it was time to grow up. This is just me being professional. Cole and I are both here at this conference. I’m so sorry that it was confusing, but we didn’t mean to deceive you – we both just always wanted you.”

  I suddenly understood that both brothers had been here all along, and I wasn’t clear what had happened with whom. I had just experienced so many “firsts,” and it seemed kind of innocent before I realized it was with a pair of twins. I was dizzy with confusion, until Cole, errrr, Carson? …Until Carson took me into his arms.

  I melted into his strong arms, which felt so much more reassuring now that I knew he wasn’t the douchebag I feared, complicit in my schoolyard humiliation. They encircled me as he kissed my lips, breathlessly and fully, his body hard against my soft curves. It felt better than I ever could have imagined, ever did imagine.

  “Oh Carson,” I murmured as he cupped my breast, lowering his head to slowly kiss down to the nipple, pulling my blouse out of the way inch by inch. “It’s really you!”

  Chapter Nine: The Three of Us

  The next morning, the three of us had breakfast. I thought I would die of embarrassment, but thankfully we were all feeling equally self-conscious. All of us blushing and trying to make small talk, we eventually just had to laugh at the silliness of the situation. We finally caught up on all these years apart. Both men were living here in the city; both were single. I realized that with Carson’s cleaned up look, it was really hard to tell them apart. Their unique styles had morphed into this clean, sexy, professional look. It was breathtaking to see them together.

  The final day of the conference continued, but I moved from seminar to seminar in a daze. I met the brothers for lunch but I hardly remember what we discussed. My fantasy from the other night kept flashing before my eyes and I couldn’t concentrate on anything. Carson noticed that I was distracted.

  “Hey Mona, what’s on your mind?”

  I was blushing again, but there was no point in beating around the bush. “If I’m honest with you, you guys are on my mind. Both of you. The three of us.”

  Cole smiled. “You’re not the only one.”

  Carson nodded. “I mean, neither of us can resist you. And, neither of us wants to be the bigger man and step away.”

  My panties moistened. How did I get so lucky to have both men wanting me so badly? And together? I shivered in anticipation of both their bodies pressed against me, both sets of lips fighting for mine.

  That night, at the final cocktail hour, the sexual tension was palpable. The three of us couldn’t even pretend to socialize with anybody else. I overheard Carson telling Cole, “This is ridiculous. I’ll be right back,” and I saw him walking across the hotel lobby toward the registration desk.

  I couldn’t believe it, but I was desperately hoping he was thinking what I was – that we needed one more night at this hotel. Carson returned, waving a hotel keycard. Without saying a word, we headed for the elevators.

  Chapter Ten: Finding Love

  My mom and I have always been fairly close. My dad died when I was very little, and my mom seemed okay, but like she would probably never seek a new partner.

  I never thought of her as a widow… I guess I figured that widows wore all black and spent the whole day kneeling in a cathedral? But also my mom just seemed like a woman who had lost a partner and moved on. I was a kid, so I gathered that she was just strong and independent. I didn’t have the capacity to imagine that she was hiding so much pain.

  As I grew older, I came to understand that my mom was actually quite lonely, and that she had been for many years. She was longing for a companion, but fearful of what dating would mean to her children. She was lonely and staying that way on my account. My sister and I had been living under a rock in terms of our mom. When took her out for a fancy dinner on her 50th birthday, we had a wonderful celebration. After a few drinks, our mom said that she had a confession.

  Nothing could have prepared us for what mom was about to say. Not only had she been terribly lonely, but she had taken matters into her own hands. While my sister and I were both too busy with work to navigate online dating, our mom had found a man on a site just for older singles. And not only had she been dating, but she was seeing one man in particular. She told us that she was falling in love, and it was time to come clean. To our complete shock, she said she might marry this man.

  We were totally blown away. I felt guilty for not thinking of my mom as a complete person, but happy that she had taken charge of her own happiness. I didn’t even think to ask who this man was, too busy taking in the information my mom had just shared.

  Before my mom revealed all of her news, I thought that I would be the one dropping a bombshell at this dinner. I selfishly thought that I was the only one venturing into the dating world.

  My confession could wait.

  My mom and stepdad arrive tomorrow. I will tell them the full truth. I will tell them that I am having a baby, that there are two men who could be the father, that I am in love with both men, and that they are my stepbrothers.

  Chapter Eleven: The Hotel Room

  All the awkwardness of the afternoon was dispelled as soon as we walked all together into the hotel room. I still couldn’t tell the gorgeous brothers apart, so when one kissed me, I didn’t know if it was Cole or Carson.

  And frankly, I didn’t care. They were both incredible, filled with desire for me – me! Mousy little Mona Valentine – and I just wanted to enjoy every second of it. And, if I am honest, every inch of it.

  As they took their suits and ties off, I felt like I was watching a strip show. After spending my whole life being completely innocent of boys, these men were going to ruin me for all others. Each layer of clothing that was peeled away revealed more of their perfectly proportioned frames, their matching sculpted musculature, their tanned, silky skin. They both had boxer briefs on, looking for all the world like underwear models, and I couldn’t help but reach out to touch them. We all fell on the bed, in a tangle of arms and legs on top of me, one kissing me wildly while the other licked and kissed down the side of my body, devouring my curves, hands everywhere, holding, clutching, caressing.

  “Oh Mona you’re so fucking sexy-“ one growled. It was my turn to remove my top, exposing my curves little by little, and even the silky bra I had put on, hoping they’d see it. His mouth fell on my hard nipple, the little bites and licks immediately bringing me to nearly to orgasm.

  “I’ve wanted this for so long,” the other groaned, tangling his hands in my hair, then slipping tongue in my mouth, teasing my lips with his slick kisses.

  I was bursting with desire, pent-up adolescent lust nearly turned adult free-for-all. But it was more than that, the feeling was more than a mouth making its way down to my center, while the other flicks and kisses the hard nubs of my nipples. It was more than the two men’s model good looks and voracious lust.

  It was also that I always loved them.

  Knowing that they weren’t behind that shit in the schoolyard, and the revelation that they were just as horrified by it as I had been, made me fully aware in the realization that they were as decent on the inside as they were beautiful on the outside. And as I spread my legs wider to wrap it around one of the twin’s heads, his mouth closed on my clit, sucking sweetly as he flicked his tongue expertly back and forth, I knew that we would be together. I had anything to say about it, at least. My breath came faster and harder, and then I came fast and hard, the tension dispersing into a flutter of gorgeous und
ulations as I cried out.

  “Mona,” said one of the twins then, into my ear. “Are you a virgin?”

  “Um. No,” I lied. “Um, yes, I mean. Yes I am a virgin.”

  The twins looked at each other, the same concern on their faces, each with a hand on my body, caressing me lightly.

  “Are you sure you want to go on?”

  “Yeah, because we don’t want to push you.”

  “We care about you Mona,” one said, looking down and then up through thick lashes. “Neither of us want to jeopardize that – and both of us want to see where this will go, and both of us see us being around for a long, long time.”

  I melted. “Well there’s just one problem,” I said mock-seriously.

  They looked shocked. “What is it?”

  “I can’t tell you guys apart!”

  We all started laughing, and the tension broke, the giggles filling the room.

  “Do I need to get a Carson tattoo?” said one.

  “Hey, I’m Carson!” said the other in mock-outrage.

  “See we can’t even tell our own selves apart half the time! Just kidding, I’m Cole,” said the other, kissing me deeply.

  “And I am – really – Carson,” said the other. “You can tell because I have the bigger dick.”

  We all laughed, and Cole swatted Carson. “Dude, we are identical.”

  “Mostly!”

  “See what I have to deal with?”

  I never knew that sex could be so light hearted and fun, but it was with Cole and Carson. They were so comfortable with each other, and they included me so fully in their circle, that all my anxieties about sex were vanished, one by one. I felt like I was with friends – hot friends with great bodies, that really wanted to fuck me.