The guilt settles inside me as Kameron searches for his phone in his discarded sweatpants and Kyle waits to find out who is on the other end.
Then one word. “Mom.”
“Are you going to answer it?”
Kameron shakes his head. “She’s got to be looking for us. Where the hell am I going to say I am?”
“Here,” Kyle says. “Better off telling the truth. She won’t like it, but if you lie and she finds out, she’ll suspect something.
“You don’t think she’ll suspect something now?”
Kyle shrugs. “Just tell her that Maisie had a spider in the bath or something.”
“And that took two of us to deal with?”
I pull the comforter over myself and scowl. “I can deal with my own spiders, you know.”
Kyle rolls his eyes, flopping down onto the bed, seemingly totally unbothered about his nakedness. If I had a body like his — all hunks of muscle and gloriously tanned skin — I’d probably be sitting around in my birthday suit too. “It’s called an excuse, Mais. You know, when you’re trying to get out of doing something you shouldn’t have been.”
“The guilty fuck in the pool house. Wow, you really know how to make a girl feel special.”
Kyle puts his hand on my shoulder. “No guilty fucking going on here, princess. Some mind-blowing fucking for sure.”
Kameron snorts. “Mind-blowing will be when Mom’s head explodes and she bangs our heads together.”
“Just answer the damned phone already.” Kyle tosses a pillow at his brother’s head, just as Kameron has swiped to accept the call.
“Mom,” he says and grits his teeth, ready for the onslaught. Janice really does have a mouth on her. I’m on the other side of the room and I can hear her spitting out a million questions at a time.
“We’re in the pool house.” Kameron stands, his cock still rock-hard and beautiful. “Maisie had a spider.” He mouths sorry to me. “Kyle’s here too…yeah, he needed to take a walk. Sore muscles from training.”
Kyle shakes his head and whispers. “He’s better at lying than he should be.”
Kameron frowns, picks up the pillow from the floor and tosses it back at Kyle’s head. “Yeah, okay. We’ll be back in a minute.” Kameron tosses the phone onto the bed and starts to gather his clothes from the floor.
“Sorry, Maisie. We’ve got to get back, before Mom ventures down here herself to see what all the fuss is about.”
“It’s okay,” I say.
Kyle dresses too, and when they’re done there is an awkward moment of silence, which makes me feel completely exposed. “This was…” Kameron says.
“…amazing.” Kyle finishes.
“But not something we should do again.”
Kyle stares furiously at his brother. “You don’t get to do that, asshole. You don’t get to stick your dick in someone and then tell them that it’s a one off because you suddenly have family values. You just lied your ass off to cover it. This is bullshit.”
“It’s okay,” I say, even though it isn’t. I have a lump in my throat as big and spiky as the head of a thistle.
Kyle comes round and kisses me hard on the lips. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Kameron nods, the guilt on his face a dark and ugly mask.
And then they’re gone.
As soon as the door closes, I inhale deeply and exhale slowly, wanting to push down the bubble of hurt that’s inflated in my chest. I shake my head, getting up to take a shower. What the fuck was I thinking? The truth is that I wasn’t thinking with anything except my pussy. She was hungry for pleasure and so greedy she took it from two men.
Two men who should be off limits.
I know I’m not fully to blame. Kyle started this with his ridiculous notion that I could be their one partner. It’s hard enough to find one man who you can deal with enough to settle down, let alone five. I know these men. They were annoying and messy boys and now they’re annoying and messy men. At least I think they are.
Being out here in the pool house has meant that I haven’t really found out much about them since I’ve been back.
I take time to shower away all of the evidence of us being together. All that I can, anyway. My pussy is still swollen and a little sore, my clit too sensitive to touch. In addition to the little hickey that Kyle made is another left there by his twin. They both marked me and left me. The thought settles like lead in my stomach.
After I’ve put on a clean under-sheet and straightened my rumpled bed, I glance at myself in the mirror. Bright eyes and flushed cheeks are what I notice immediately. I look radiant, as though the orgasms have pushed light from deep inside me through the surface of my skin.
Wow.
I think back to how I felt at the end of the sex, when we were all sweaty panting messes. For all the guilt and denial that Kameron is proclaiming, I know he felt differently before he had to face real life.
In this room, with me and his brother, he came alive. Kyle’s idea might be crazy, but I know one thing. After the way they made me feel, I don’t know if I’d have the strength to push them away again.
