Double Dealing: A Menage Romance(30)
He shook his head, then looked at me. "I'm angry with myself. And I'm worried."
"About what? You turned the swords over, the wire transfer went through, right?"
He nodded and looked out at the ocean. "That’s not what I’m worried about. I've been worried about you. I acted like a total ass last night, and shouldn’t have reacted the way I did when I saw what Felix was trying to do. I've been worried that . . .” he said, his voice trailing off into silence.
"That what?" I asked, taking his hand. "That I'd be angry with you?"
"That is part of it," he said, then looked over. "And that you'd not think well of me any longer."
I leaned over, resting my head on his shoulder. "Why? Because I kissed your brother?"
"A little. But also because I see what is in your eyes, and I know you want him. It’s a bit disheartening, that’s all. It isn’t something I’m used to. Usually it is the opposite when it comes to women.”
I chuckled lightly and ran my hand along his thigh, cupping his cock until it swelled beneath my fingers. "Yes, I want Felix. Call me greedy if you want, but I want you too. Can you handle sharing me with Felix?”
"I must be insane, but yes I can," Francois said, his voice thick with desire. He groaned when I lightly squeezed his cock through his shorts, his breath coming ragged. “Be careful, though, Jordan. Being inside you has been on my mind for days, and I’m on a hair trigger."
"So am I," I said softly. Still, I let go of his cock and leaned back on my elbows, my body humming with desire from the touch. "I have something special I want to do later tonight, though. Think you can keep yourself under control enough until then?"
"Only if I go join Felix in the ocean. I think the water might just let me shrink some, but only temporarily," he said, smiling devilishly.
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I waited until we were back in the hotel room before locking it and turning to both brothers. The room faced the wrong direction to catch the sunset, and the sky outside was already a deep violet. "I think we need to have a talk."
"Oh no, now the talk happens," Francois jokingly groaned. Since our talk on the beach, he'd been back to his normal wisecracking self, lacing our conversation with sarcasm and humor that offset Felix's earnestness. As the day went on, I came to understand more and more just how much these two handsome men were growing on me.
"Can it, Francois," I said, but not without a smile. I sat down on the bed and looked at the two. "We're in a unique situation, you know."
"Considering our family history, I think we might be used to that," Felix answered. "But go ahead."
"Okay, then for my benefit, I need to say something. If only to get it straight in my head," I replied. "For the past week, I've found myself attracted to both of you. You two both know to what extent, and, to be honest, Felix, I've felt a bit guilty about that."
"There’s no rush," he replied. “If it happens, it happens.”
“It will," I said. Reaching for the top button on my blouse, I undid it slowly. “I’m going to be very, very greedy right now."
"How so?" Francois asked, his eyes following my fingers.
"I want both of you, and I want both of you at the same time," I said. "However that works out, I don't know, I've never done this before. But I want you both."
They exchanged a glance and communicated without saying a word. I got off the bed and shrugged off my blouse, stepping in between the two, tugging at the waistband of their shorts. "Come on boys, you can set your rivalry aside for a night, can't you?"
I turned to Felix, kissing him lightly before breaking the kiss and turning to Francois, giving him a kiss as well. I'd never done anything like it before. It crossed my mind a time or two, but I just figured it’d always remain a fantasy. I felt powerful and flushed with desire at the same time. Felix cupped my right breast while Francois's hand stroked my back to cup my ass. I traded kisses between both men as I backed up to the bed, sitting down with a plop. "Now, one more thing."
"What?" Felix asked, kneeling. He was surprised when I pushed him up and off the bed.
"I've been imagining both of you naked for going on damn near a week. It’s about time I see it. The closest I’ve really got is Francois charging through the forest like some shirtless Canadian mountain man or something. So that's it, I'm not putting up with that any longer. No matter if you've got a giant mole next to your balls or the hairiest ass in Mexico, you two are stripping for me right now. I want to see what the Hardy Boys look like au naturel."
"Please never call us that," Felix groaned. "I hate that nickname. Corny children's novels and professional wrestlers are our curse."
"I hate the nickname too," Francois said, laughing. "All right, but if you expect me to do anything with my brother, you’re going to be disappointed.”
"No, nothing like that," I said with a laugh.
Francois and Felix both stripped off their shirts and shoes, leaving them in their shorts, Felix in the khaki, almost preppy-looking pair he'd been wearing while Francois was wearing distressed cotton cargo shorts. They looked at each other again, and at the same time unsnapped and pushed their pants off, stunning me with what came to view.