Kendall Vs. Twins

I was surprised to say the least. I thought I'd be lucky to get a text for a happy hour hook up sometime.

“I don't know,” was all I could say. Because truth was I wanted to be greedy. I wanted it all.

Would I choose between them? Should I have to? Some might think our relationship a little unconventional, but the two men are closer than is humanly possible and to separate them would be wrong.

Hunter twirled a tendril of hair around his finger then gave it to me straight.

“You think there's any way you could be happy with both of us?”

“You bet I could,” I said and felt another wave of pleasure wash through the men still buried inside me.

It could have been really complicated though. I mean, imagine explaining to your mum, or your great aunt Judy, that you've got two boyfriends.

And yeah you do have outrageously mind-blowing sex with both of them.

At the same time.

Even my more open-minded friends would say, “That shit really is just for Christmas.”

Luckily, the twins had set themselves up with an out of the norm existence that people in real life could never understand completely. Even Hunter – City suit by day (and boy does he look hot in a suit), daredevil every weekend. So thanks to that set up, they slotted me in without too many raised eyebrows.

During the week I live with Hunter in his loft in the Meatpacking District. Rhino will stay over if he's in town and no one raises one of those eyebrows if he arrives in one of his skintight Lycra jumpsuits. I mean, Steve Tyler lives down the street. Weekends, Hunter and I go out to the shore like any normal couple going to their summer house except we spend it a trois.

“Are you ju

mping today?” Rhino asked me one bright, clear Saturday, all pumped up for some new stunt they'd spent weeks planning out.

“Nooooo,” I squeaked as he came up behind me and pulled me back on his bulge where I ground my tukas onto him as his twin poured three coffees. “My life is quite daring enough with you two without throwing myself out of airplanes.”

“I thought you said you loved it.”

“I loved it once. I loved surviving more. This is quite enough excitement for me.”

“Face it, Rhino, she's a landlubber.”

“When are we gonna talk about the next big adventure?”

“What's that?” I ask with trepidation. Rhino's an extreme adventure type, so I never know what I'm in for when he gets an idea in his head.

He's got a glint as he throws me his wicked stare. I'd be trembling right down to my toes if we hadn't already tried every possible scenario in the bedroom and out of it. Still he could probably conjure up some entertainment no one's ever thought of outside Hustler magazine.

“A new life,” he says.

Shit. They don't want me to start giving them little adventurers?

“Guys, I'm not ready to get pregnant yet.”

We always talk about exactly what we're feeling. With three of us, it works better that way. And the twins know each others thoughts without ever verbalizing them, so if I want in on them, I have to be direct.

“No Babe, I don't think either of us is ready for that either. Rhino's still a kid himself.”

“Hey that's not true. Anyway our five kids will have the best kind of Dad. The fun one, that does cool stuff with them and the responsible one in the high-waist jeans.”

The twins have a fake tussle over that and my thighs get wet watching the perfectly toned bodies tangled in a play-fight.

“We thought about starting our own promotional events company,” Hunter says, when they come apart, panting, and look up at me, faces glowing like kids. I love them both so much when they're like this.

We tease Rhino, just a little, but he's not really a big kid in the real sense. That gets irritating in a grown man. He's a great businessman and people love his energy which makes for great networking.