Page 33 of Doubling Down

“I guess we’re moving to San Francisco,” Simon adds.

I shriek with joy and leap at Simon, kissing him hard. “Oh my god, this is so wonderful!” He’s laughing when I turn to Jude and climb into his lap, peppering his entire face with kisses. “I love you both so much. I never even dreamed this could happen. We have to talk about it! Make plans! Oh shit, you should come with me when I go! This is perfect!”

They’re both laughing now, and Simon returns to this side of the tub and sits beside his twin, grabbing my legs and pulling them across his lap.

“I kind of just want to bask in the happiness for a little while longer. Especially since your excitement is kind of a huge turn-on.” Simon slides a hand up my thigh, and I open my legs a little to give him access, but wince when he gets to my tender core. His brow furrows. “Did we hurt you?”

“No, the last two days have just worn me out a little. It still feels good. I’m just sore.” He nods and shifts his fingers up a little, finding my clit and lightly stroking it. Pleasure and heat pool deep inside me. “That part doesn’t hurt,” I say with a smile.

Jude curls an arm around my waist, raising his hand to cup one breast. “Your nipples are okay, right?” he asks, stroking a wet thumb across one.

I sigh and spread my legs wider, leaning my head on Jude’s shoulder. “You guys could do this to me all night.”

“I’d like that,” Simon says. “But we should get out of here and take you home first. Let’s press pause for now.”

I let Jude lift me in his arms and carry me out of the tub.

Less than an hour later, the three of us are back at their apartment over the shop, freshly showered and tangled up in the nest they made on their floor. They make love to me carefully, but with complete focus on my pleasure. I want them both so much that it’s easy to dismiss the tenderness between my legs long enough to give back to each of them the way that makes the most sense right now.

Jude is at my back when he enters me from behind, sliding in and thrusting with slow, gentle strokes. “I’m not going to last,” he murmurs into my ear. “You feel so damn good.”

I urge him on, and he climaxes within minutes, then Simon pushes me onto my back and slides inside. Jude remains close, taking turns kissing me with his twin until Simon’s climax cascades through him like the dawn breaking, the love in his eyes every bit as brilliant as his brother’s.

I drift off moments later, more satisfied and complete than I’ve ever felt in my life.

Chapter Eighteen

The rest of my trip is half-crazy, half-wonderful. The twins sign the contract, and we invite Sheridan over to celebrate with Casey, Max, and Rick. We give him a tour of the shop where the machine was conceived, and I talk Simon into being our toy for an evening, much to Sheridan’s delight.

The others are here for the party and too entertained to notice. Sheridan has a flair for the dramatic and makes it out to be some kind of magic show, which embarrasses Simon, and I get the sense this is his first time with a true audience. But Casey and her Doms are like family, so he gets into it quickly.

“Do you want to go next?” I ask Jude when I catch how aroused he is seeing his twin get nailed by our new friend. It’s Simon’s first time with a real dick, he explained, but he also assured Sheridan he’d “practiced” plenty, so not to go easy.

Jude gives me an amused look. “You’re weirdly chill about finding out we like fooling around with men too.”

I shrug. “It’s just another thing to try, I guess. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to do it again.”

He clears his throat. “Do you have an issue if we keep seeing Sheridan?”

“Not as long as you share.” I nudge him with my elbow, and he slings his arm around my waist and hauls me in tight to his side.

He nuzzles my temple. “What’s mine is yours, Sarah. I love you.”

I relax against him with a happy sigh. Simon’s in the throes of one epic orgasm when I glance back up, and Sheridan looks just as enraptured. He has Simon strapped in spread-eagle, like he’s Da Vinci’s Vitruvian Man, except the extra limbs belong to another man currently fucking him silly.

It’s a beautiful sight, one I’m a little surprised I’m into. It never occurred to me that I’d like watching either of my twins being pleasured by someone else, though it might be different if it were another woman. But maybe not, because who knows? We have a whole world of kinky adventures to explore, and I am not likely to say no to anything, as long as I get to be with them and we’re all having fun.

We send Sheridan home that night with the signed contract, and a promise to call him when we get to San Francisco at the end of the month. He kisses us each soundly before heading out the door when his driver arrives, looking like it pains him to have to leave.

After that night, we make all the plans, making love in between the twins’ ongoing business calls and my afternoons rediscovering my friendship with Casey. I’ve never been happier.

The following weekend, we finally have dinner with my parents and sisters. My family welcomes the twins back with open arms, as if they never left. Dad takes the pair aside after dinner and apologizes for what happened, explaining things the way he explained them to me. Their foster license meant everything to them at the time, and he’s sorry he didn’t have a chance to cool down and explain things when it happened. But everything is different now, and my parents have always been open-minded, progressive people, which I spent too long being hurt to realize. So much pain could have been avoided with a simple conversation. Yet somehow I can’t bring myself to regret the way things went anymore. Something tells me things would be very different now if I hadn’t walked out of the twins’ lives when I did.

All in all, it feels like everything that was broken is fixed by the time we’re packing their belongings into a trailer attached to the back of my car, getting ready to make the haul back to California.

Naturally we can’t haul all their things. Their shop equipment is too valuable not to trust to professionals, but Sheridan’s contract came with an enormous influx of funds, including a generous budget for relocation. Jude and Simon try to convince me to let them buy me a new car, which prompts a lengthy conversation about boundaries and financial responsibility. Instead they spring for a bumper-to-bumper tune-up and get it detailed for me.

We’ve already said goodbye to the Whitewood crowd, who threw us another huge party complete with a show featuring the machine. One of the twins’ tasks before leaving is to train several operators on how to use it so the club will always have someone on staff to maintain it. It was amazing watching different people volunteer to take the ride, then come down after having the time of their life. Jude and Simon were on hand, handing out business cards for people to get on their waiting list to own their own. I think they landed at least a dozen potential buyers that night alone.

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