VIVIEN
I stare at him with my mouth almost hitting the floor. “What?”
Dil sighs, running his hands through his white-blond hair. He dyed it last year, much to Felicia’s dismay. Their mother loved dressing them alike when they were little, but as they’ve gotten older, they’ve wanted to forge their own path in life and develop their own style. They’re as close as brothers can be, but I understand the need to have their own separate identity too.
Reeve has always favored a more classic All-American look, though his dark hair is styled similar to his brother’s now he’s had to get it cut for his new movie. I’m so proud he’s landed the lead role in a big-budget production, but I’m dreading him leaving in a few weeks.
“Dillon.” Reeve elbows his twin, silently conveying something with his eyes.
“Look, Viv, we’re crazy about you. Have been for years,” Dillon explains, pinning me in place with his beautiful blue eyes. “Last year, I couldn’t take it anymore and I decided to do something to try to move things along.”
“So, you asked Hazel Monroe out instead of like, oh, I don’t know, talking to me?” I wave my hands about as anger surges through my veins. I can’t believe this. I’ve spent years pining for my twins, thinking they didn’t return my feelings when all along they did? I had to endure watching them both date girls who weren’t me last year and the pain I suffered was unlike anything I’ve ever felt before. Neither relationship lasted long, thankfully, but it still ripped my heart to shreds every time I saw them with their girlfriends.
“We didn’t want to put you on the spot or make things awkward in our friendship if you didn’t feel the same way,” Reeve adds, shoving his hands in the pocket of his shorts. All it does is draw attention to the bulge he’s desperately trying to hide. Unlike his twin, who doesn’t give a shit if I know he’s got an erection.
Liquid lust pools in my bikini bottoms at my thoughts and I try to shake them off and concentrate.
“I regret it,” Dillon adds. “I couldn’t stand her and then you started going out with that jerk, and I realized it had majorly backfired.”
“I only dated Miles in retaliation,” I admit. “It hurt me so much to see you with Hazel,” I tell Dillon before swinging my gaze to his brother. “And to see you with Adriana.”
“I only dated her cause you started dating Miles, and I thought it meant you weren’t interested in either of us,” Reeve shyly admits.
I bark out a relieved laugh. “Oh my god, we’re all such idiots.”
Dillon and Reeve exchange a look. “Does that mean you have feelings for us?” Reeve asks. The hope in his voice is unmistakable.
I knock back the rest of my cocktail and stand, hoping my legs don’t give out. My heart is racing around my chest, and I can barely speak over the messy ball of emotion clogging my throat. Tears prick my eyes. “I love you both more than life.” My voice cracks and I swipe at the moisture pooling in my eyes. “I have loved you for as long as I can remember and not in the sisterly way,” I add so there is zero confusion.
We’ve been raised almost like siblings. Our parents are best friends and we’ve always done everything together. All my childhood memories include Reeve and Dillon. They are so deeply embedded in my life and my heart I could never fathom ever living without them.
They both stare at me looking awe-struck. My chest inflates and deflates as we all stare at one another without speaking. The magnitude of the moment is not lost on me. Maybe I should have bought a sexy bathing suit way earlier. If I’d known it was that simple, I’d have done it years ago. I clear my throat and lay my truth bare. “You should know I bought this bathing suit to seduce you. I’d decided this weekend to tell you what’s in my heart. I guess I shouldn’t be surprised you guys beat me to it. We’ve always been in sync.” The boys have a bond unlike anything I’ve ever seen, but the connection I share with both brothers has always been uncannily similar to their twin bond.
“To seduce which one of us?” Dillon asks. He’s biting on his lower lip in an obvious nervous tell.
“What?” My brow puckers.
“We need you to choose, Vivien.” Reeve stares me straight in the eye.
“This idiot is talking about pulling out of the movie.” Dillon nudges his brother in the side.
“What?” I shriek, staring bug-eyed at Reeve. “Why the hell would you do that?”
“He’s afraid he’ll lose you to me if he leaves,” Dillon says as Reeve glares at him.
“Is this true?” I walk toward Reeve and take his hand.
He nods. “I don’t want to lose you, and I know if I go Dillon will make his move on you.”
“I’m confused,” I truthfully admit, reaching out and taking Dillon’s hand in my free one. “What are you talking about?”
The boys trade another look. “You choosing who you want to be with, Viv,” Reeve says.
Both brothers stare is intense and laced with equal amounts of hope and fear.
Releasing their hands, I step back, failing to mask the horror from my face. “You want me to pick?” My eyes bounce between them. “You’ve just told me you both love me. Did I get that right?”
“I love you,” Reeve says.
“I love you too,” Dillon supplies.
“And I’ve just told you I love you.” I jab my finger in the space between them. “Both of you.” I reclaim the gap I made, placing one hand on each of their chests, in the place where their heart resides. “I love you, Dillon, and I love you, Reeve.”
Their answering smiles are magnificent but honestly, I’m a little pissed.
I lower my hands and step back again, glowering at them. “So why the fuck would I ever choose? You want me to pick one of you and break the other twin’s heart? Do you honestly think I could ever do that? How could you even ask that of me?” I shout as my anger grows.
They look at one another again before their gazes refocus on me. “What are you saying, princess?” Dillon says.
“I want you both! I love you both! I could never pick one of you.” Pain stabs me in the heart. “It’s both of you or neither of you.”
The guys stare open-mouthed at me with shock clearly splayed across their faces.
“You didn’t ever consider this?” I ask.
They both shake their heads.
“Why the hell not?”
Reeve shuffles awkwardly while the corners of Dillon’s lips kick up.
“You want us to share you?” Reeve asks.
“Yes.” I thrust my shoulders back. “I didn’t think that would even be a question. You share everything else.”
“This is different, princess.” Dillon steps right up to me, holding my face and tipping it back so I’m staring up at him. “It won’t be like sharing you as our best friend.”
I peer straight into his eyes, refusing to be intimidated or to back down. This may be my only chance to tell them what I want. What I have craved from the time I properly understood what sex and love meant. “It will be exactly like that with romance and sex added.”
“You want both of us to fuck you,” Dillon says.
“Yes. Separately and together.” I fist his shirt in my hand, trying to ignore the temptation his lips present. His mouth is so close it would take the subtlest move to kiss him. I want to, so badly, but we need to resolve this before anything happens. “I want everything with you. I want to make all my fantasies come true.”
“You have fantasized about being with us like that?” Reeve looks like he might keel over any second.
“All the time. At night, I make myself come imagining it’s you or Dillon with your fingers, your tongue, or your cock inside me.” Every time I read a steamy menage romance I’m imagining it’s me with Reeve and Dillon and it makes me so fucking horny.
“Fuck me.” Dillon pulls me in flush to his body and I feel his dick jerking against my stomach.
“That’s the plan,” I say in a muffled voice. I reach my hand out for Reeve. The instant his fingers curl around mine, I feel content now both my boys are touching me. Reeve moves, covering me from behind and I’m now sandwiched between the twins. It’s everything I’ve ever dreamed of, and I’m sorely tempted to pinch myself because I can hardly believe this is real. Warmth from their bodies washes over me on both sides and I snuggle into Dillon’s chest as Reeve’s hands land on my hips.
“Can you do this?” Dillon asks his brother, and I lean back against Reeve’s chest, looking up at him.
“We’d need to work out the logistics and set some ground rules, but if this is what Vivien wants, then yeah. I’ll do it.” He looks down at me. “You’re sure this is what you want, babe?”
I thrill at his endearment. “I’ve never been surer of anything.”
He kisses the tip of my nose as Dillon’s warm palm rests on my stomach.
“Can you do this?” Reeve asks Dil, and I lower my head and focus my attention on Dillon.
“It’s not how I imagined things, but if this is the only way I get to be with her, then yeah, I’m down to try.”