Chapter 13
I was in my room getting ready while the Jameson brothers sat out in the living room. I couldn’t decide what I was going to wear, and I knew they must’ve been getting anxious. Kyle kept knocking on my door and asking if I was ready, and Kevin kept shutting him up and telling him to sit down. At one point, Kevin asked me if I needed any help, which meant I was really pushing our time. So, I finally settled on a dark pair of skinny jeans, a red off-the-shoulder top, and a black pair of heels. I wasn’t sure where they wanted to take me, so I’d gone with an outfit that had an upscale feel with a relaxed view.
I stepped out of the room as I put my dangling earrings in, and the brothers stopped. I watched them slowly rise from the couch as the winter wind whipped by the windows. Darkness was setting on the bustling city of Los Angeles, but their eyes twinkled with delight, much like the stars that never came out because the city was too bright. I blushed underneath their respective gazes as they made their way toward me, and it was Kevin who reached out and pushed a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You’re breathtaking,” he said.
“Your ex is a fucking idiot,” Kyle added.
“You two are very kind,” I said as I nuzzled Kevin’s hand. “Just where are we off to this evening?”
“Well, Kevin and I thought you might enjoy having a bit of French food this evening,” Kyle said.
“There’s a place called Cafe Pinot that’s wonderful, and their wine selection is the best in the whole damn city,” Kevin said.
“I can get down with some wine, though I can’t honestly say I’ve had French food. Is it any good?” I asked.
“If you don’t try anything else, try the duck confit. It will change your life,” Kyle said.
“For once, I’ve gotta agree with my brother. It’s fucking amazing, especially with a white wine,” Kevin said.
“Oh. A wine connoisseur I see.”
Kyle threw his head back laughing as Kevin gave him a glare. I smirked, watching as Kyle swallowed. What I wouldn’t give to sink my teeth into the lightly tanned meat of his neck. I’d bet his body was like his long neck—unassuming and basically easy to skip over until he threw his whole emotion into it. The way his neck flushed with something that was obviously humorous lit up his skin with an easy glow. I suddenly felt my fingertips burning with want. I wanted to trace the lines of the veins that were quickly coming to life. I wanted to wrap my arms around his long neck and see how many hickeys that one little crevice would hold.
“I take it something’s funny,” I said, grinning.
“I’m not really a wine connoisseur,” Kevin said as he eyed Kyle. “I just know that red goes with certain things and white goes with certain things.”
“He was trying to impress you,” Kyle said.
“Well, the two of you don’t have to worry about that,” I said. “You already have.”
They both smiled at me, and I thought I was going to melt. I headed for the door with my purse in my hand, but a thought caused me to stop. There were only two cars sitting in the driveway because Courtney had left when we’d gotten back, which meant I had no idea who I was riding with or what car we were getting into.
Kevin seemed to read my mind instantly.
“You’ll be riding with me, beautiful,” Kevin said as he reached to open the door. “Kyle will follow us to the restaurant. Then wherever we go from there, you’ll ride with Kyle.”
“Splitting me evenly I see,” I said as I stepped outside.
“We wouldn’t have it any other way,” Kyle said.
I got into the car with Kevin, and immediately his hand was on my thigh. His palm was large and his fingers were long, practically wrapping themselves around the entirety of my thigh. It took everything I had not to groan at the situation, but when he started massaging my muscles, I couldn’t help but sigh. I sat back in the seat and spread my legs slightly, my body begging for more as my mind began to swirl. His fingertips worked their magic as my leg began to relax, and for the first time that day, I realized how truly tense I was.
The car ride was silent save for my breathless groans. His touch was so warm against my skin. Even with my jeans providing a barrier I wished wasn’t there, the dexterity of his hands was something to be admired. I thought about curling my hand around his just to see what his skin felt like, but I didn’t want him to stop. I could feel myself slowly dripping into my panties, and for the first time since I’d met the Jameson brothers, I thought about what their bodies would feel like writhing against mine.
“We’re here,” Kevin said lightly.
He pulled his hand away, and I whimpered at the loss of contact. I looked over at his smile, knowing damn well my cheeks were flushed and my neck was red. I took a deep breath before I opened my door to the cold LA wind. Kyle was standing there shaking his head.
“Have fun?” he asked, grinning.
“Loads. You should try it when she’s riding back with you,” Kevin said.
Cafe Pinot was astounding. It had this garden we could have sat in if it was warm enough, but the inside of the place was just as cozy. The booths were coated in this luscious fabric that practically made me melt into the seat, and once again I found myself squished in between two twins. Automatically, their hands were on me, rubbing my back or tracing my knee. They were much more aggressive with their hands than the Castle brothers had been on our first date, and I was soaking up every second of it.
“I have a question before the evening takes off,” Kyle said.
“All right. What’s up?” I asked breathlessly.
“Have you seen or talked to any of the other twins from that evening?” Kyle asked.
“Actually, yes. I talk to all of them, but I went out with the Castle brothers a few nights ago,” I said.
“Really? Huh. Didn’t think they had it in them,” Kevin said.
“Why is that?” I asked.
“It would be easy for men to be intimidated by a beautiful, successful woman who’s drawn the eyes of more than one suitor,” Kyle said.
“Does that make you uncomfortable?” I asked.
“Not in the slightest,” Kevin said, grinning.
“If you two aren’t careful with those smiles of yours, we aren’t going to make it through dinner,” I said.
“Do you want us to stop?” Kevin asked.
“Not particularly. Just warning you. That’s all,” I said.
“Well, there’s this wonderful invention I’m quite fond of. It’s called takeout,” Kyle said.
“All right, Mr. Snark, we get the picture,” I said.
“I think she just compared me to Iron Man,” Kyle said.
“Don’t give yourself that much credit,” I said, grinning. Kevin threw his head back and laughed as I watched Kyle’s lips slowly approach my ear. I felt his breath on the shell of it, his lips teasing me as my eyes fluttered closed.
“I think you might by the end of the evening, Miss Lexi,” Kyle said.
I shivered in my seat as the waiter came by to take our orders. I caved and went with the duck confit but exchanged the sides for a simple salad. I ordered the house white wine they apparently made themselves, and the guys ordered some fancy shit I couldn’t pronounce, much less attempt to eat. Kevin ordered for himself in French, which was very impressive, but then Kyle went ahead and did the same thing, and I couldn’t help but melt.
“I didn’t know the two of you spoke French,” I said.
“We both took a year off before med school and traveled to France. Took some paid internships and made sure this really was what we wanted to do,” Kyle said.
“Was there something else you wanted to do? Besides medicine?” I asked.
“Had I not gone to med school, I would’ve gotten my doctorate in clinical psychology,” Kevin said.
“You? A psychiatrist?” I asked.
“And I would’ve gotten a doctorate in music,” Kyle said.
“Wait. What? You play an instrument?” I asked.
“Nope. He sings opera,” Kevin said.
I gawked at his statement as my eyes slowly panned over to Kyle. His cheeks flushed underneath my gaze as my smile grew. I turned my body fully toward him, watching the way his skin changed colors underneath my scrutiny, and I couldn’t help but giggle.
“Will you sing for me sometime?” I asked.
“Maybe tonight, if dinner goes well,” he said, winking.
“I’ve got talents that would turn your head, too, you know,” Kevin said, speaking coyly.
“Oh?” I asked as I turned toward him. “And just what might those be?”
“I can tell a lot about a person just by looking at them,” Kevin said.
“Kevin, don’t spook her,” Kyle warned.
“Spook me? Oh, now I’m curious. All right, do me. Do me how you do other people with this—talent of yours,” I said.
“Don’t worry, we plan on that later,” Kevin said, winking.
I giggled, shaking my head as the waiter came back with our wine. I grabbed mine and brought it to my lips as Kevin’s eyes danced around my body. He simply looked at me for two or three minutes. Kyle’s hand slid around my waist and pulled me close.
“I’m right here if he makes you uncomfortable,” he said.
I had no idea what he meant, but I was eager to find out.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” Kevin asked.
“I’m not sure what ‘this’ is, but hell yes!” I exclaimed.
“All right. Here goes. You bite your nails as a nervous habit. The skin around your nails that has been broken tells me you’re probably biting them at night. But your eyes look rested. No dark circles or bags. Makeup is good, but not that good. You’re not having nightmares, but you’re going to bed nervous, so you’re biting your nails even when you sleep. The color red you chose was meant to catch our eye, but the shirt is flowy enough to make us want more. Even with going out with another set of twins, you don’t feel confident, so you think you have to make up for it by wearing clothes that will catch our stare. You needn’t worry about that, however, because you’ve already done so.”
I slowly scooted into Kyle, and he held me close. I wasn’t getting uncomfortable, just a bit taken aback by the amount of information Kevin could pull just from looking at me.
“The red tint that caresses your skin every now and again tells us that your mind keeps fluttering to dark places you don’t want to admit to. I first assumed it was because of what you were going through, but at one point I could see the outline of your nipples. Trust me, our minds are there as well. Though, if the evening goes well, we won’t be back at your place. We’ll probably go to Kyle’s. We don’t trust your ex not to show up during the festivities.”
I smiled at him as my eyes lit up. Oh, this was going to be a wonderful evening indeed.
“You flirt and banter with us, but your love language is touch. The way it was so easy for me to get you to part your legs for me in the car tells me two things. One, being touched by someone is how you judge whether they want to be around you or not, and two, your ex didn’t touch you nearly as much as you wanted to be. Or in the ways you wished. And I can promise you, Miss Lexi, you won’t only be touched by us; you’ll be touched in all the ways you beg for.”
I was panting by the time Kevin was done, and I wanted him take my hand. He brought it to his lips for a kiss just as Kyle dipped his nose to my neck, and I sighed in contentment as Kyle pressed his lips to my pulse point. I was shivering underneath my clothing as I tried to wrap my head around what had just happened, and then I heard it.
Kyle’s beautiful voice in my ear.
“Besame, besame mucho.”
I sighed at the beautiful tone of his voice. Silky. Smooth. Robust. Like dark chocolate being poured into the caverns of my body.
“Como si fuera esta noche la última vez.”
I was swept so heartily into his world that I didn’t realize the food had been set in front of us. I sighed as Kyle pressed a small kiss to my ear, and I allowed his beautiful vibrato to sweep me away into another world.
Damn the people around us who saw.
“Besame, besame mucho,” Kyle sang. “Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte después.”
Then I felt something warm sit in front of my lips. I fluttered my eyes open, moist from the beautiful tones that had just assaulted my body, and found myself face to face with a small bite from my plate. Kevin was holding it to my lips as he studied my entire body, and before he could ask, I wrapped my lips around the fork. The duck melted onto my tongue as I moaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head. Kyle helped me sit up as my body fell limp in his arms, and suddenly I was transported to another realm, a realm where only the three of us existed.
“The two of you missed your callings,” I said breathlessly.
“Not at all. I love what I do. Gynecology is important for women, and I enjoy taking care of them. In a purely professional capacity that is. Women don’t enjoy going to the gynecologist because of the things they might find. There’s this massive gap in women’s health where they aren’t educated on their own bodies. They feel it’s somehow taboo or unattractive, but what they don’t understand is that the knowledge is empowering. I want to help bridge that gap in their healthcare,” Kyle said.
“And oncology isn’t for the faint of heart,” Kevin said. “Every time I walk into my office, I am always guaranteed to do two things—bury a patient and accept a new one. People don’t understand how unhealthy our lifestyles are until they find themselves at a point where they are coming to me for help. That’s why I established my own clinic. I wanted to fuse treatment options with a healthy lifestyle and create as close to a home atmosphere as they could get. I still believe it’s why my practice has the highest turnaround rate of survivors in the nation.”
“Kevin, that’s incredible. And Kyle, you’re so right about women’s healthcare. I experienced a bit of it with Courtney when she got sick last year. The antibiotics sent her into a frenzy that threw off her entire body, and she was so weirded out about going to a gynecologist,” I said.
“I make my own pamphlets to give to my patients. If she feels uncomfortable at the gynecologist, send her my way. Sometimes it’s just the uncertainty of it that spooks women,” Kyle said.
“And I hope to never see the two of you in my office,” Kevin said, “but if something were to ever happen—to you or her—my office would be readily available for you to come see me. Immediately.”
I felt warmed by the two of them. Their desire to educate and heal was something that turned me on greatly. I could feel my nipples straining against my bra as my clit began to swell. If the talents they had already shown me this evening weren’t enough, their caring natures topped a cake I desperately wanted to sink my teeth into.
Finally, we turned our attention to the food. Kyle’s stomach began to growl, pulling a small chuckle from me. Surprisingly, we ate in relative silence. The food was incredible and the house white wine was absolutely luscious. I ended up having three glasses before I felt the need to stop myself, and that was when Kevin asked for to-go boxes for each of us.
“I thought that was my move,” Kyle said.
“You didn’t make the move soon enough. I’m ready to get out of here,” Kevin said.
“Well, what about Lexi? Maybe she’s not finished,” Kyle said.
“We could always have it as a snack at your place later,” I said, winking. “After all, we might need the refueling of energy after the late-night festivities.”
“Oh, I love the sound of that,” Kevin said.