Love is Always Write Anthology Volume 3

last, Dion's words earlier indicated that they would have more than this one time, and the tension mounting in his body coiled tightly. Heat pooled in his belly, want and need and love coalesced and the warm suction became too much at the same moment he felt the first wet drops of hot cum splatter on his buttocks.
    Dion tensed beneath him, Lars moaned, the flurry of motion nearly unseated him, but Dion's hand closed over Lars's on his hip steadying him, and he came. Dion licked and sucked him until he softened, swallowing the cum as it spilled into his mouth.
    Lars's fingers drawing patterns in the goo on his ass drew him back to awareness. Dion was staring at him, eyes shadowed by slightly lowered lids. Lars collapsed against his back with a delighted laugh.
    Rik turned his head, breaking the connection with Dion to accept his brother's kiss. Dion's muffled "Fuck" brought their attention back to him.
    Slowly they untangled themselves.
    They stared at Dion silently. He shifted restlessly, glanced away.
    "You said you didn't mind."
    "I don't."
    "Then..."
    "It's fucking hot, okay?" Dion's flush deepened. He waved his hands in a vague gesture. "You got to know, I've dreamed about you like that since we met."
    Lars gasped. Rik stared. Dion rubbed the back of his neck and looked away. Rik cupped a hand around his jaw and roughly turned him back to face them. "You did what?"
    "I dreamed about you together. Masturbated to fantasies of the two of you making out with me, with each other."
    "So it doesn't disgust you to see us kiss?"
    "Fuck no. It turns me on. That's why, when I saw you earlier, I knew I couldn't change my mind about retiring."
    CHAPTER 5
    Dion recognized the flare of Rik's nostrils, the narrowing of Lars's eyes as confusion and belligerence. "I can't work with you anymore. Not when there isn't even the slightest chance that we can be together."
    "Why do you think that there's no chance we can be together?" Lars shifted onto all fours and crawled to his side, licking gleaming lips. "We want you. We've always wanted you."
    Still panting slightly from the force of his orgasm, Rik nodded furiously, kneeling up on his other side. "You always blew us off. We figured you didn't care for the threesome thing."
    Not care for a threesome with two such beautiful men? Snorting, Dion looked for his pants. Time to get the hell out of here before he said way too much. "It wasn't the threesome thing." He rose, careful not to touch either man.
    "Then what's your hurry? We've got the suite for twenty-four hours." Lars turned pleading blue eyes on him, and Dion nearly gave up the search for his clothing to tumble the sexy blond back to the floor.
    "I have a flight scheduled." His voice was weak and his will was Jello. "I need to get home to Aspen."
    "Let him go," Rik snarled. "He's had his fun and now he's gonna run."
    Shaking his head, Dion finally located his pants in the jumble of clothes. Score. "Dude, you suck at lyrics. That was terrible." He tried to make light of the situation.
    "I don't fucking care. I'm not a poet. You are." Rising fluidly from his position Rik flopped onto the sofa, uncaring that his nude body was displayed. "Why the fuck do you want to leave us so bad?"
    "I don't want to leave you! I have to leave you!" He shouted. Lars dropped to the sofa beside his brother. Glancing away from the image of the two of them there, naked, Dion scooped up the jeans.
    "Why?"
    "Why? Who says you have to?"
    "Look, I told you. I care for you. Both of you. A lot. I can't just be a third wheel in your relationship, and after what I saw earlier, that's what I'd be. You don't just love each other; you're in love with each other. I saw that."
    "You didn't love Kim."
    He rubbed his heart. "I cared about Kim." Not the way Kim wanted, but…
    "You fucked him even though you didn't love him. Why not us?"
    "Kim loved me." He had, too. In his own twisted, possessive little way.
    "We love you. You say it hurt you to watch us with other men. How do you think we felt, watching you with Kim?"
    He watched them. They weren't even aware of how they melded together on the space of the sofa, leaning into one another, petting, stroking; subconscious, all of it.
    "After Kim. Watching you hurting, and being pushed away. Let us in, Dion. Let us show you that we love you." Lars rested his head on his twin's shoulder.
    Rik pressed a kiss to his brother's head. Dion paused, fly unbuttoned, as a thought occurred. He'd known the Sanders twins for ten