Page 93 of The Retreat

“I tried to close the door in his face, but he has a key,” Colin mutters, sitting on the counter.

“I tried too,” Isaac mutters.

“Not today, please.” I wipe my face and go to the espresso machine. “Whatever it is, I am trying to focus on Nationals. I only have two weeks to train, and I’m working on new foot work?—”

Oliver cuts me off. “This can’t wait.”

I look at the ceiling. “What did I do to deserve a brother who won’t leave me alone?”

“Yes, god forbid your fucking twin cares about your mental health.”

I close my eyes, putting a cup under the spout and hitting the latte button by memory. “Spit it out. I need to eat and watch video, then go for my run.”

“The fucking gall to look me in the eyes and act like you don’t know what I’m about to say.” Oliver slams pictures down on the table. “What is this?”

Colin squeaks and jumps off the counter, running over, spilling coffee everywhere. “Where did you get those?”

“Get what?” I turn around with my coffee, but my blood runs cold. I nearly drop my coffee, eyes scanning the images Oliver slammed down on the island.

There are hundreds of photos. Ones of Colin and I touching, but those aren’t the ones I focus in on. Those can be written off as playing the part, but somehow there are photos of me inside Colin. In his mouth, our cocks pressed together, my dick buried in his ass. Every new position we’ve tried. Every place we’ve fucked. I look up staring at our curtainless windows, but that’s not all. We’d fucked in the locker room, and showers before practice, which show up in the pile, along with bathrooms we’d hooked up in, and even a blow job in a cab on our way to dinner last night.

Everything seems far off. My ears buzz, but not like a panic attack. The room slows. Movement slows. My own heartbeat seems to pause. I look at every face in the room as my fingers brush over a photo of Colin’s lips stretched around my cock.

I’m strangely turned on more than violated. “Why did you hire a PI?”

“I knew something was going on, and no one would tell me!” Oliver says through his teeth.

I blink at him, the buzzing in my head getting worse. “How did you know?”

“Between you being cheerful and Isaac’s lying face, I knew.” Oliver barely contains his rage.

“Thanks Isaac,” Colin mutters.

I laugh. I can’t help it.

Everyone stares at me.

“You caught us. Is that all?” My words are cold, I can feel them, but I can’t stop it.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Oliver looks like I’ve slapped him.

“No, we are sleeping together. He’s my husband, I think if anyone is allowed, I am.” I step up to Oliver, looking him in the eyes. “I’ve never said a word in judgement about your choices. I covered for you with Mom and Dad when you fucked your husband, and I’ve done everything you’ve ever asked of me, but I will not let you shame me for enjoying my relationship with my husband no matter how it started. So if you have something to fucking say, you better think long and hard about your words.”

THIRTY-ONE

Colin

“What he said, and if you don’t mind, I’m just going to borrow this.” I slip a couple of the photos off the island, tucking them under my arm.

Oliver glares. “Don’t think I don’t have copies.”

“Like seeing me and your brother fuck? Kinky,” I snap back.

Isaac gasps, and Oliver seethes.

“Unless you want a live show, I suggest you get the fuck out.” I cross my arms and stare at Oliver.

Owen wraps an arm around my waist and kisses my temple with a smile on his lips.

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