Page 79 of The Boys Next Door

“I was trying so hard not to.” The laughter bubbled up now. Ian, rolling the can of Sprite up and down his bare chest — how had she kept it together? She dropped her face into his neck to giggle. “But when I saw you both leaving with your girlfriend—“ She straightened up, hiccuping. “I wondered.”

Ian nodded reluctantly. “She was the first. It happened, and it worked, so it kept happening.” Diana waited, her eyebrows raised. Ian sighed. “The first time, you can guess we were all pretty drunk. She was flirting hardcore with us both, saying she could tell us apart with the lights on, but she bet she couldn’t tell us apart in the dark. We went for it. Afterwards, we gave her a ride home, and me and Brendan just drove for awhile — Brendan drove — and then we sat in our backyard for awhile, and finally he said, ‘Okay, that was good, we make a good team, but there’s a lot of of ways we can up our game, so let’s go over it. You want to try again?’ And we did. We got a lot of practice.”

“Could she?” Diana murmured.

“What?” Hazel eyes blinked up at her. God, Ian was gorgeous.

“Could she tell you apart in the dark?”

“I don’t even know. I didn’t ask her.” He gave her a half-smile. “It wasn’t like with you. Nothing like you. You know what it was like before, when me and Brendan teamed up?” His voice went high. “‘Ooohh, let’s look at your cocks side by side and see if they’re exactly the same. Ooohh, let’s see who cums first.’ Stuff like that.”

“Poor you.”

“Diana, it’s been completely different with you. From the beginning—“ Ian’s eyes were half-closed now, his hands stroking her arms. “I couldn’t believe I was touching you. I couldn’t believe I was fucking you. Being your first — I thought for sure you’d want Brendan.”

“You teased me. You gave me such a hard time—“

“Because I literally couldn’t believe something I’d wanted for so goddamn long was actually happening.”

Diana stared. “You really mean it.”

Ian nodded once. Their gaze held. He cupped her cheek, and the surprising gentleness of his touch sent a wash of need and excitement over her skin, popping it into goosebumps.

“Look,” she said softly, “about Brendan—“

Brushing her wet hair back from her face, Ian gave it a teasing tug. Diana reached down to snap the waistband of his trunks, and he grinned. “We talked. After a few days of not talking. When we saw you at the movie theatre, with your pet…”

“Stop.” She slapped his arm.

“Things couldn’t go on like they had been.” Ian’s warm hand covered her stomach. “Not just with you. All that good twin-bad twin shit— we’d been doing it so long, I didn’t even know what’s real anymore.” Diana sighed when Ian stroked her ribs. Her skin was still covered in goosebumps, but Ian’s touch was making her melt from the inside. “I love Brendan, Diana. We’ve shared a lot. And it killed him that I had to be alone for awhile, but I needed to do it. He’s fine with it. I’m fine with it.”

“Oh, that’s great. What about me?”

“What about you?” Ian looked at her innocently. Heat flooded her face. His smile got bigger, and she realized he’d noticed her hard nipples poking through her swimsuit.

“I, uh—“

“You liked being with both of us.” He rubbed his thumb over her belly button, and she braced her hands flat on his chest.

“A lot,” she whispered. “I’m not going to lie.”

“You can’t lie, baby. I saw how fucking hard you came on my brother’s cock. More than once.”

“Jesus, Ian.” She’d settled onto his lap without realizing it, and the hard bulge in his wet swim trunks nestled against her crotch. She was starting to breathe faster.

He reached up to tweak the bows on her yellow bikini. When she leaned forward, arching instinctively towards his touch, he eased one strap, then the other down her shoulders. Diana shivered when fingers slipped inside the fabric, roaming over the tops of her firm swells.

“No point in pretending you didn’t. It was hot. I liked watching. I liked you between us, turning into the hot little slut you’re meant to be.”

There was no way she could hold back now. Diana rubbed her crotch over Ian’s thick erection, moaning softly as his fingers found her rosy nipples and pinched. “It— it probably wouldn’t have happened with just one of you,” she managed. “Maybe Brendan and I would have kissed some more and that would have been it before I freaked out. And nothing would have happened with you. Ever.”

“Yep.” Ian nodded slowly. “But now— Look, Diana—“ His hands closed over her breasts. His eyes, fixed on hers, sent a shiver through her body.

“I want to be with you,” she said softly. One hundred eighty degrees away from being shy.

Ian hesitated, struggling to say something. “If you want one last time with both of us—“ he said in a low voice, “Just be honest about it.”

For a second, Diana thought about it. It would be hot. Of course it would be hot. She could feel Brendan’s knowing hands on her damp skin, hear his reassuring whispers in her ear. But the way Ian was looking at her, holding his breath, gave her the answer.