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The music pulsed through me as we sat at the back of the marquee, watching the women of the Kings dancing in front of us. Heidi and the tall, dark-haired beauty that was Fury’s sister twirled away, Jazz clutching a pint, long red nails wrapped around the plastic glass.

Fury sat watching from the side, frowning and shaking his head, looking entirely uncomfortable and alert. Overly alert. Like he was waiting for danger every time someone walked too close. Emmie and Suzy sat on the other side of me, chatting away, but I couldn’t hear too much of the conversation.

“You want another drink, babe?” Cade dipped down towards me.

“Please,” I waggled the plastic glass at him.

I was still freezing. I’d never fully warmed up, even after I’d swapped the cold leather for jeans and three jumpers. There were heat lamps in the marquees, suspended at the top of poles, but even they weren’t taking the edge off how utterly frozen I was.

The hard bench seat dipped beside me, the blond man returning. But he didn’t hand me a drink as I expected and now I turned to him.

“Hey, kitten,” his voice purred, jolting something deep inside of me. “Please. Alice. Don’t get up.”

“Why not?” I frowned at him.

“I’m sorry, Alice. I should never have pretended to be him.”

“Why did you?”

Caleb sighed.

“Me and Cade have always shared. Everything.”

He paused, looking at me pointedly.

“What do you mean, everything ?”

“We have the same house, the same job, ride the same bikes, share our wardrobe and our women.”

I stared at him blankly, at those hazel-green eyes, not quite tranquil at this moment. Vulnerable, worried.

“When you say women…”

“It’s like how you think.”

“Why?” I struggled to ask, my words barely audible over the heavy drone of the music. But he didn’t need to hear me to know what I was asking.

“I dunno, Alice. We just always have. And then you came along. And everything changed.”

“Changed, how?”

“I don’t know that either. Suddenly, Cade didn’t want to share anymore. And when I found out about you. That he’d hidden you from me. That he hadn’t even told me about you. I was pissed off. I knew what I was doing that night. And at first it was revenge. But then when I really saw you, saw the way you were so careful with your little patients, the way you were with me…”

“I thought you were Cade.”

“I know. When I saw the way, you cared about him. I was hooked on you, too. And I knew I should have walked away. I really thought I could. I’m sorry. I should never have done that to you or him.”

“And now?” I asked, “because you’re still right here.”

“And now I should be staying well away from you. But I don’t want to.”

Caleb leaned in closer to me, and for a moment I became lost in his eyes, sucked into his energy. Energy that was deeper and darker than Cade’s. Memories of that night stirring in me. The same memories that came rushing back every time I thought of him, and not his brother. I did need him to stay well away from me. For all our sakes.

“I want you to,” I said after a pause.

“Suzy! Suzy!” someone shouted behind me. “What’s happening? Are you ok?”

A shiver ran down my spine, a sudden draft as people moved around me, rushing towards the little blonde woman now doubled over on the bench to my left. Magnet hurried to her side; his usual nonchalant cockiness gone.

“Let me see.” I tried to push through the mass of bodies crowding her. “Please, let me see.”

“She’s a vet!” Caleb shouted over my shoulder.

“Suzy’s not a fucking dog, Carnage,” Fury shouted back, as more people joined the crowd.

“No. But I know enough to help. Everyone stand back, please.” I barked. The men I was becoming more and more familiar with looking at me carefully before parting like the red sea. “Magnet, stay with her.”

“What’s wrong?” He asked me.

I ignored him, speaking only to Suzy.

“Where does it hurt?” I asked.

“Here,” she showed. “My stomach feels like someone is pulling it out,” she winced again, sucking in a sharp breath.

“This was hurting earlier too, wasn’t it?”

Suzy nodded, tears falling down her cheeks. “I’m pregnant,” she murmured.

“Have you had any spotting?”

“A bit.”

“Recently?” I asked again, keeping my gaze from Magnet because I knew he was looking even more shocked, and I didn’t have time to deal with him as well.

Suzy nodded again. “I’ve had on and off spotting all the way through.”

“You’re pregnant?” Magnet asked, his brain only just able to process what he was hearing.

She bit her lip again, the nod stopping mid-movement as another pain wracked her body.

“Magnet. Suzy needs an ambulance.” I turned back to the woman I was kneeling in front of. “This could be a miscarriage.”

She nodded. “I think so too. I’ve had them before. Just not like this. This really hurts.” She gasped loudly, and I felt the tension rise around me.

“Then we need to get you to hospital. You could be having complications.”

Beside me I could hear someone on the phone and in front of me the devastated woman sobbed, the man at her side gripping her. He looked at me once, eyes filled with sorrow, too proud to let the tears fall, but I could see he held on to them tightly.

Indie moved through the crowd, a careful, calm presence, squeezing the man’s shoulder in wordless support.

*****

The band in the main tent played one last song, most bikers long gone, a few scatterings left swaying on the dance floor. The Kings were still up, some talking, no one dancing, the mood much quieter after the ambulance had taken Suzy and Magnet from the field.

For a while I had been warm, or warmer now I’d found an excellent position under the hottest of the heat lamps in the tent. But with every second my eyes closed just a little more and either my bed or hypothermia were calling for me.

Cade wandered over. Or at least, I thought it was Cade. I studied his face, trying to find some difference between the brothers. Some sort of tell which could help me know which was which, so I didn’t mistake Caleb for Cade again.

“Al?” he muttered.

It was his voice that was different. The same sound, but something about the tone softer. ‘Al’ he called me. I’d never heard Caleb call me that.

“Al?” he asked again. “You ok?”

I nodded, stifling a yawn. “I’m really tired. And cold.”

“Wanna call it a night?”

I nodded, grabbing at the hand he held out for me, and we wandered back to our little tent in the Kings’ camp. The air outside was even icier, stabbing through my layers like a thousand tiny, freezing pin pricks. The difference between the cloudless night air and the minimal heat in the marquee must have been nearly twenty degrees Celsius. The darkness felt even darker in the cold. Hostile. Threatening.

It didn’t take long to reach our tent, Cade finding the right one. The zip ground loudly in the thin atmosphere, Cade standing aside to let me in. I yanked off my shoes, leaving my jeans and all my jumpers on and half crawled, half slid into the double sleeping bag Cade had made from both our singles earlier. He slid in beside me, wrapping his arms around me.

And now all I could do was shake uncontrollably. It would stop soon, though, once I finally fell asleep. I wouldn’t notice the cold anymore.

For a little while, I drifted in and out of sleep. Short little bursts, growing colder each time I woke. Nothing I did got me any warmer, no matter how much I snuggled against the man beside me.

“Are you ok, Al?” He asked, eventually. “I’m sure this whole tent is shaking.”

“I…I…I’m sorry,” the words vibrated off my teeth. “I…. s…s…. so cold.”

He reached out of the sleeping bag, a bright speck of light suddenly assaulting my eyeballs, the light from the torch on his mobile blinding me.

“Shit, Al. You don’t look so good.”

“I th… think I h… have hypothermia.”

“I think you actually do. We need to get you warm, babe. Do you trust me?”

“Y… yes. Why?”

“Stay here.”

The zipper growled again, Cade wriggling out of the sleeping bag, pausing at the entrance of the tent and then pushing through the swishing fabric. I could hear low voices behind me, and then he was back. And someone else was with him.

“Caleb is gonna get in the other side of you.”

“Wh…what? N… n… no.” I protested.

“You said you trusted me. I, we need to get you warmed up. Will you let him get in with you?” Cade asked again, and this time I nodded, desperately cold. So cold I was at the point I would do anything, including sharing a bed with Cade and Caleb.

Caleb stepped in behind me, carefully edging himself in.

“Shit, kitten. You are cold,” warm breath tickled my ear. “This isn’t going to work. We need her clothes off. She’s way too cold.”

“What? N…no!”

But in the light from Cade’s mobile phone, I watched him agree.

“Carnage is right. We all need to be naked. Skin-to-skin. It’ll raise your body heat quicker.”

“N… no.”

“Please, Al. Your lips are turning blue. We need to get you warm. Will you let us, please?”

Blue lips? And I couldn’t feel my fingers or my toes. I was so, so tired.

I took a breath. “Ok,” I agreed.

I glanced around me, watching the brothers pull off their hoodies, then their t-shirts, then tugging their jeans down their legs.

“You can fucking leave those on, Caleb,” Cade pointed at him, and I peered over my shoulder to see his thumbs tucked into the waistband of his boxers.

“Ok, ok,” he grumbled, wrenching them free,

He peeled the sleeping bag away from me, stepping in, shuffling into place at my back.

“Cade,” he said from behind me. “Help me get her clothes off.”

Cade stepped forward, helping Caleb tease the first jumper from me, then the second, and the last one.

“OK, kitten,” he said from behind me. “And your pants. We need these off, too.”

Caleb reached round in front of me, popping the button open on my jeans, his knuckles grazing the skin of my stomach, my freezing stiff body reacting anyway, and I heard the intake of air from behind me. But his fingers never faltered, pushing the material down my legs till I’d stepped out of both, plucking my jeans from inside the sleeping bag and throwing them to the side.

“Ok, Cade, she’s ready for you.”

And despite knowing what Caleb meant, a surge of heat flooded my veins.

Cade wriggled his way in now too, facing me, wrapping his arms around me. From behind, Caleb wound an arm round my stomach, pulling me back into the crook of his legs. And now all three of us lay together in the sleeping bag, mere inches left for movement. Instantly, I was warmer, my teeth no longer chattering, tiredness creeping over me. Someone may have said goodnight, somewhere in the distance.

*****

Voices groaned from around me. The indistinct murmur of men’s conversation on the other side of our tent. Dull light filtered in. No actual sun, but I suspected it was morning. And I was warm. A little too warm. And neither could I move. Cade’s arm lay on me heavily, draped over my bicep, an almost dead weight from where he slept soundly. Behind me, someone stirred, moving against me, fingers scooping under my other side. Shit.

I’d gone to bed with both of them last night. The memory came rushing back. Both stripping down to only their underpants. Both of them climbing into the sleeping bag with me, both peeling my clothes. I’d been so cold; my attention wasn’t on the feel of the flesh against mine. Not then.

But now, it was different. Their skin touched mine, both of their hands on me. Both of their bodies against me. My heart beat a different pace. Erratic pumps, as I tried to ignore the feelings building inside. Caleb’s sleeping breath dusted over my neck and shoulders. Cade’s head was higher than mine so that my nose was pushed almost against his throat, and I inhaled the smell of warm skin and the dying scent of his aftershave.

Caleb moved, the arm round my waist tightening, pulling me into him, feeling the poke of something in my back.

My eyes shot open, and I tried to wriggle away, but his arm tensed, stopping me escaping from the erection pressed into me.

“Caleb,” I called, attempting to wake him. “Caleb. Your…you’re touching me.”

“I know, kitten,” he mumbled, his lips brushing against my bare shoulders as he spoke.

“No. No, your dick is touching me.”

“I know.”

“Well, can you take it off me?”

“Not enough room, kitten. You know how big it is.” The lips at my shoulder moved, spreading into what I thought was a smile, but I wasn’t going to turn around to confirm it.

I pushed against Cade’s chest, trying to wake him. He murmured something, snuggling up against me, and now I felt him too. His cotton-covered cock brushed against my thigh, and he moaned something to the top of my head.

“Cade. I need you to wake up.” I shook at his chest.

His eyes fluttered open a second, gentle green, gone from me in an instant when sleep took him away again. He mumbled something. A mix of vowels, but no sense. Yet his arm dropped down my side, his fingertips grazing my skin, trailing down my arm and then under my ribs. He followed the shape of my body, stroking over my hip, pausing at the side of my knickers and then continuing down my thigh. I closed my eyes, suddenly distracted, a thousand fiery tingles racing over my skin after his fingers.

His hand moved round the back of my leg, pulling it forward over the top of his.

“Cade, what are you doing?”

“Caleb can fuck you from here, if you want him to?” He said sleepily.

“What? What are you talking about?”

Caleb’s arm loosened slightly, his fingers swirling over my stomach, tracing gentle circles round my belly button, and then they dipped, sliding just under the waistband of my knickers. I breathed out loudly, my body tensing under the movement of his fingers, nowhere near me but much too close, anyway.

“I’m saying if you want us both…or if you want Caleb…”

“I don’t want Caleb.”

Caleb’s fingers slid lower, and my body convulsed, shaking under his touch.

“You sure?” he whispered against my back.

“Y…yes,” I stammered as his fingertips made a circle over my pubic bone, not quite reaching my clit, but I knew how close he was. “You aren’t pulling my hand away, kitten.”

Caleb nuzzled the back of my neck, his hand sinking lower, fingers dipping into my folds, teasing at my entrance. I gasped, pushing myself into him involuntarily. Cade’s hand moved off my thigh, covering my breast, kneading gently, his face to mine, lips just there in front of me.

“I want you all to myself, Al,” Cade’s lips were hot as they brushed over mine. “But I can see the way you look at him. The way your pupils dilate just a little when he’s anywhere near you.”

“I don’t,” I squeaked.

“You do,” Cade plucked at my lips, pulling the bottom one into his mouth.

Caleb’s fingers slipped up inside, his hand cupping against my clit. I pressed my leg harder against Cade.

Cade pulled his mouth away a fraction. “I don’t want to lose you, Al. And if that means I have to share, then I’ll share.”

I wanted to say no. That I only wanted Cade. But inside me, Caleb’s fingers moved, swirling and twisting, pulling out of me and thrusting back in. I felt him add another, and now my pussy pulsed with Caleb’s fingers, his thumb moving over my clit, patting and swirling and rubbing, constantly changing rhythm.

Cade’s lips joined mine again, his tongue filling my mouth, fingers moving against my nipples, nipping and pinching as Caleb pumped my pussy, plucking at the skin of my shoulders. My stomach swirled in big deep circles, a whirlpool of emotion and uncertainty and the heavy threat of an orgasm building between my legs. I gasped against Cade’s lips, my hips moving involuntarily as I pushed into Caleb’s hand.

“Oh no, kitten. You’re coming on my cock. Not my fingers,” he slid from me, and my insides felt more on fire as they ever had done.

Both of Cade’s hands were on my breasts, constantly swapping from heavily kneading my flesh to plucking at my nipples, his tongue diving in and out of my mouth. Caleb fumbled behind me, his legs stroking mine, pushing his underpants to the bottom of the sleeping bag. Then I felt him line up behind me, rubbing the head of his cock through the wetness of my entrance.

“You going to be a good girl and let me take you from behind, kitten?” he asked, pressing his cock against me, the fire inside my pussy almost burning me alive.

I tried to nod my head.

“I’m going to need you to let her speak, brother,” his voice was low, sending a vibrating thrum through my whole body, his dick twitching impatiently at my entrance.

Cade pulled his tongue from my mouth, resting his lips against mine. “Say the words, Al. Do you want Caleb to fuck you?”

I squeezed my eyes shut. I should say no. This was nuts. I was stuck in a sleeping bag between two identical brothers, two cocks engorged and ready to fuck me. I should say no.

“Speak, kitten.” Caleb’s voice held a command, a hint of darkness.

“Yes,” I breathed.

Caleb didn’t wait. He pushed inside me suddenly, my insides screaming as he tore through my flesh. I threw my head back to cry out, but Cade held me still, forcing his tongue back into my mouth, his hands instantly dipping back to my breasts. Caleb’s hand gripped my hips as he moved slowly in and out of me, Cade not letting my mouth and lips escape from him. The sleeping bag was so hot, and each thrust from Caleb pushed me against Cade, my stomach forced against his erection. I reached forward, gently guiding his boxers free, my fingers feeling over the tip, wet and sticky from the pre-cum forming there.

I tried to think about the feel of Cade’s cock, concentrate on his tongue in my mouth. But behind me Caleb never let me get used to the rhythm, and now he drove in and out of me hard, his breathing changing. My hand gripped Cade’s shaft.

“Ah fuck, kitten. I’ve missed this so much,” Caleb groaned against my back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” he chanted.

He reached up my back, his fingers entangling in my hair, pulling my head backwards, away from Cade’s mouth.

“Make her come for us, brother,” Caleb instructed, and Cade’s lips kissed down my chin, and my throat, wriggling down the sleeping bag till his lips reached my chest.

His tongue traced my nipple, and with my mouth now free, I moaned loudly, causing Caleb to groan behind me as he deepened the thrusts, longer, slower, harder. Cade flicked the end of my nipple, my body jolting under the sudden hot pleasure that rushed through me. And then again, and again, sending me gasping. Then he covered all of me, sucking my nipple into his mouth, his tongue swirling and flicking, his lips sucking, his teeth nipping almost too painfully.

“Good girl, kitten,” Caleb coaxed, the thrusts from his cock becoming deeper and deeper.

Cade’s fingers stroked my lower stomach, moving between my legs, feeling over my clit, swirling his fingers. Deep inside my pussy, I felt a sudden surge of wetness, my body trembling at the pattern he rubbed against me. Behind me, Caleb moved in and out of me deeper, the slower thrusts coming quicker, his hips forcing into me harder and harder. My gasps changed to moans, and Caleb grunted loudly behind me.

Over Cade’s cock, my hand worked, gripping and swirling, moving as quickly as my brain would allow. The thumb on my clit faltered a couple of times, and now he started to groan and curse under his breath.

Caleb pumped harder, and now each thrust pushed me into Cade. On my breasts Cade suddenly let go, pushing his forehead between my boobs, his own hips pushing against my hand, a long, low growl coming from him.

“Fuck!” he grunted loudly, his hips reacting and something hot hitting the bottom of my stomach.

“Don’t stop, Cade.” Caleb commanded, his pelvis smashing against my arse. “Hold her still for me.”

Panting, Cade pressed one hand against my waist, holding me against Caleb, the fingers of his other feeling its way back to my clit, rubbing and nipping.

“Fuck,” Caleb growled, “Come for us, kitten. Make her come, Cade.”

Cade’s fingers flew against me, Caleb’s cock rammed in and out of me, his balls slapping me, and the tent shook around us. He dropped his hand from my hair, pushing it under my neck, fingers squeezing round my throat. And now I was held, fucked, and Cade punished my clit. My body burst into a thousand electric shocks, rebounding off every part of me again and again. I may have moaned, I think I cried out. Then darkness took over me entirely, my legs shaking, my whole body engulfed in firey waves, crashing over and over on top of me and inside me.

Behind me, Caleb grunted again, his fingers tightening on my neck and my hips, and his forehead pushed into my back, forcing his cock into me over and over. And then it was quiet. Almost. Apart from the sounds of panting that filled the little tent.

Warm, thick fluid leaked down my legs, Cade’s cum cooled quickly over my stomach, even in the heat between us.

“Good girl, kitten,” Caleb whispered in my ear.