and
sitting behind me. "There are a few
old English words that I love to use." His tone is laced with innuendo and Austin laughs, pushing his glass
towards him.
"You trying to get me to encourage you to talk
dirty?" I ask, frowning with mock indignation.
"Believe me, I won’t need any
encouragement."
"I think I believe you," I say, studying
him. In the low light, Jason's strong
features seem more pronounced. The curve of his jaw, the slight bump on his
nose. Those eyes that are like jewels on
the face of a prince.
We’re all quiet for a while and the air is thick with
anticipation. I don't know how things
will move on from here. All I know is
that I want them to. So much.
"What are you thinking about," Austin asks,
rounding the counter with his drink in hand.
"I'm thinking about what happens next."
"Good," he says. "Come with me."
He takes my free hand and helps me off the stool, then
we walk toward a door in the right-hand corner of the room. Jason follows close behind. I can almost feel the heat of his body there
is so much static in the air. And
although my heart is pounding out a beat that would rival a drum and base
track, I feel surprisingly calm. As odd
as it sounds, all the books I have read featuring sexy twins and their oh-so-lucky
heroines have, in a way, prepared me for this very moment. This moment that I thought would only ever
remain a smutty dream. I thank the
goddess of leg waxing that I had mine done a few days ago.
The bedroom is dark but the moon casts enough light
for me to make out two queen beds and another door in the corner. The bathroom I assume. Everything is neat; the beds are made, the
clothes packed away. I wonder if they
are tidy or if their family has a maid to clean up after them. Austin’s hand is so big wrapped around
mine. In this room that smells of sexy man,
I feel tiny and insubstantial. I feel
deliciously weak and at their mercy.
Isn’t that what fantasy is all about? Letting go of some of the things that real
life holds you to, and being someone else. I’m not sure what this Katelin is
going to be like, but I’m itching to find out.
3
“Welcome to the pleasure-dome,” Jason says in a mock
game show host voice.
“Smooth, dude,” Austin laughs. I think I manage a nervous chuckle at his
stupid humor and take a long swallow of the remaining champagne in my glass.
“Just trying to lighten the moment. It was feeling a little intense in here.”
“That’s cool,” I say. “I guess I’m a little nervous.”
“You don’t have to be nervous with us.” Austin cups my cheek with his big warm palm
and looks directly into my eyes. “Tonight is all about you, baby girl. You tell us what you want and we deliver. Simple as that.”
“Simple,” I murmur. Somehow none of what he said sounds simple. How often do women really communicate their
desires to their partners. I never
have. Not really. I guarantee most married couples haven’t
talked about what really makes them tick in the deepest recesses of their
brains. We just muddle through our
sexual relationships hoping that P in V with a little or T on C will do the
trick. And that might be okay for your
average guy, but most women have sex more in their mind than their body. It’s
why reading saucy books does it for me so much more than watching porn. I can create my own appealing pictures from
the words.
It’s kind of freeing to hear that if I wanted to take
the chance, I could really tell them what really turns me on. These sexy twins that have appeared from
nowhere, with the sole purpose of making my sexual desires come true.
Austin takes my empty glass from me and hands it to
Jason. I know this from my peripheral
vision only as I’m so taken up with Austin’s hand in my hair and his lips
almost on mine that I think I forget to breathe. His lips press against mine in a ghost