HUGE X4: A REVERSE HAREM STEPBROTHER ROMANCE (HUGE Series)
HUGE X4: Chapter 2

The photo shoot is painful, not because I’m conscious of having my picture taken but because it’s hot, and when I’m not required, I don’t know where to put myself. Callum and Liam are standing on the opposite side of the photographer, so I end up catching eyes with one or both of them way too much. Every time it’s like the slide of warm hot chocolate to my insides. Every time they grin at me with wickedness dripping from their mouths, I exhale a shuddery breath. This isn’t normal. I’ve met twins before and they’ve never been like these ones. There’s a synchronicity about them, as though they think with one mind, and move with one body. Their eyes always replace me at the same time and they’re not conferring.

When the photographer has completed all the required shots, I grab my mom’s arm and practically sprint her up the path to the reception. Callum and Liam are walking not far behind and when they laugh at something Dean says, the deep rumble hits me straight between the legs.

God, I need a drink and some cool water on my wrists. And someone to put some sense into my head. That would usually be Kerry, but somehow I don’t think now is the time for me to admit that I’m thinking naughty thoughts about the twin best men. She’s got her own man to be thinking about and a whole party of guests to socialize with. I’m gonna need to do some of that socializing too, especially with the relatives who have turned up from far and wide.

I hit the bar, ordering mom a mimosa and myself a double gin and tonic, then we circulate to mingle with the guests. It’s amazing to see the family that we haven’t been in contact with for a while. Time slips past and before you know it cousins are married with kids that you’ve never even met. There’s so much warmth that my heart melts a little. Family is everything. It’s easy to take them for granted, especially when you’re wrapped up in your own troubles and dramas. For the first time in a long time, I feel as though my vision has cleared and the world looks different, maybe because I’m different. It’s impossible not to be shaped by your past. Bad experiences hurt parts of you that might never fully recover. They place doubts where you had none and insecurities where you were previously confident. They chip holes in your beliefs about who you are and what you are worth. People keep telling me that it’s a slow process to overcome the emotional damage. I don’t know if I’ll ever shake off the scars Brad left behind. It’s scary to think about ever letting myself trust someone again. I know I’m not ready to open my heart. There are still too many shattered pieces to glue together.

We all eat from the gorgeous buffet that the attentive wait staff set out on a long linen-covered table. Then, when the plates are cleared, it’s time for dancing. Dean and Kerry both have a fascination with 80s pop music and have obviously asked the DJ to focus on that because they’re up and grooving in a flash. No serious first dance, just lots of exaggerated retro moves that have us all in stitches. Most of the guests are up to join them by the end of the first song. I’m sitting at a table, nursing another gin and tonic and watching all the fun, when two large shadows loom over me.

“You wanna dance?” I gaze up to try and work out who said it. There’s the little scar so it must be Liam.

I shake my head.

“You don’t dance?” Callum takes hold of the chair next to me and turns it so it faces the dance floor, and drops himself onto it. Liam does the same on my left.

“I don’t dance,” I say, shaking my head again, just so they’re clear.

“Everybody dances.” They both slip down in their seats as if they’re settling in for a while; long legs stretch out in front, hands rest on strong-looking thighs.

“I mean, look at that guy…” I follow the line of Liam’s gaze to where my cousin Dylan is trying to bust a move, belly jiggling in time to the cheesy tune, and I can’t help laughing.

“That’s exactly what I’m talking about,” I say firmly. “Dylan is a perfect example of why not everyone should be seen trying to move their bodies in time to music…or not in time in his case.”

Callum snorts and shakes his head, turning to look at me. “Now, I agree that, like the case in front of us, some people are definitely on the lower end of the dancing spectrum, but that doesn’t mean they shouldn’t do it. Everyone should do it. It’s fun even if you’re uncoordinated.” He turns to face me. “Are you uncoordinated, Bethany?”

I feel heat rushing to my cheeks, not because I am but because he’s leaning in and just being in close proximity to him makes my body react. This near I can see his face in more detail; the little creases at the sides of his eyes that show he smiles often, and the flash of his pupils as they pick up the color from the ever-changing disco lights. I shake my head.

“So what is it then?”

When I don’t answer he leans back in his chair and resumes watching the dancing, but with a thoughtful expression on his face.

“Everyone should dance,” Liam says, taking a long sip from a very pink looking drink. “It should be a rule.”

“A rule?”

“Yeah, you know. Things that just are…like respecting personal space, not burping after you’ve eaten…that kind of thing.”

“Those sound like basic social skills, Liam.”

“Well,” he says shrugging, “maybe they were bad examples. You wouldn’t say people shouldn’t sing if they didn’t have nice voices.”

“Yes, I would!”

“What, even in the shower?”

“The shower’s fine, but not in public.”

“Ah, so you do dance but just in the privacy of your own home?”

“I’m saying nothing.” I try to keep a straight face and when I glance at him out of the corner of my eye I can see him smiling.

“So anyway,” Liam says, swiveling around to look at me more closely. “Who told you that you can’t dance?”

“Who says someone told me?”

He narrows his eyes. “Whoever told you that is a douchebag, and everyone knows you shouldn’t listen to their shit.”

His gaze is intense and I can’t hold it because I know he’d see the truth in my eyes. That he was right. Someone had told me I was a bad dancer and I couldn’t forget it. Liam was also right that the man who had told me was a douchebag. Trouble is, when you’ve been in love with someone and they have managed to crawl inside your heart, it’s inevitable that they worm themselves into your head too.

“So it was a gorgeous wedding, wasn’t it?” I say, glancing over at where my sister is now wrapped up in her husband’s embrace, holding the hem of her dress so she doesn’t trip. Kerry looks so peaceful, and seeing her happy-ever-after should fill me with hope, but I’ve had so much of it squashed out of me.

“It was a lovely wedding,” Callum says.

“They’re two amazing people who deserve something good,” Liam adds. “We couldn’t be happier for Dean.”

“I know,” I sigh, hearing the wistfulness in my voice so clearly and cringing with embarrassment.

“So,” Liam says, loosening his tie and rolling up his sleeves. “Back to the dancing conversation. I have a plan.” There’s a twinkle in his silver eyes that makes my skin feel warm, and I can’t help noticing his strong tanned forearms and broad shoulders. He looks like he was involved in some kind of manly sport in his youth, maybe still is in his spare time. Callum does the same thing, and I smirk that they can’t seem to remain in a position where they are different for more than a couple of seconds.

“I’m not sure I like the sound of that.”

“You haven’t heard what it is yet!” Callum laughs. “Give the man a chance.”

“Well.” Liam seems to pause for dramatic effect, or maybe he’s thinking up this plan of his on the fly. “It involves alcohol. Plenty of alcohol, and a long discussion about our favorite songs. And when we’ve all settled on a suitable anthem, there’s the opportunity to stagger across the dance floor to that strange wedding DJ over there to see if he has our song of choice.”

Callum snorts. “Great plan, dude.” He leans across, and they fist-bump like they’re teenagers. Cue my eye-roll! I open my mouth to state my objections but Liam interrupts. “Wait a minute, pretty lady. I haven’t finished yet. The deal is that if the DJ has it in his collection then we absolutely have to dance to it. If he doesn’t, we’ll come back here and watch all the fun. How about that? Deal?” Liam wiggles his eyebrows up and down with a huge grin plastered on his face and I burst out laughing.

“We’re taking that laugh as an agreement to the proposition,” Callum chuckles.

“But just to make sure…” Liam sticks out his hand to shake on it, and I hesitate, wanting to do all the fun stuff with them but not the dancing. “Come on Bethany…time’s a wasting!” I hold out my hand with so much reluctance he bursts out laughing, then grabs hold of it between both of his and shakes vigorously.

“Err, you gotta shake mine too,” Callum says. I turn to replace it outstretched and shake it gently as well, feeling stupid and worried but a tiny bit excited too. It’s that excitement that makes my throat burn a little, tears threatening. I like that feeling. It reminds me of a younger me.

“Right…drinks!”

Liam stands to scan the table, taking in the carnage of empty wine and beer bottles, then grabs my hand again and pulls me out of my seat. “We need the bar,” he says, tugging me across the dance-floor, narrowly missing cousin Dylan, who’s veering to one side. I turn and replace Callum behind us, watching with amusement. “That man should come with a safety warning,” he says as we pass through the reception room doors into the external bar area. It’s quieter and brighter out here and I wonder what I look like after so many hours of maid of honor duties. My hair is probably a complete frizz as the air is humid, and I know my forehead’s shiny. I curse the gods for my high maintenance appearance. Tottering on my heels as Liam comes to an abrupt halt, I rest my arms on the bar and look up at him. He’s at least a foot taller than me. Ridiculous really. If I hadn’t been wearing my highest heels I might have looked like a twelve-year-old kid from behind.

“So many choices,” he says, grabbing the cocktail menu from where it’s resting in a pool of unidentifiable liquid, and shaking it off. Callum stands next to him. “Let’s see…what kind of cocktail do we think you are?” He runs his finger over the drink options as he considers them, shaking his head as he discounts the ones he deems unsuitable. “Mmm…Sex on the Beach?” Liam looks down at me from the corner of his eye. “No, I don’t think so. Too sandy.” I snort out a shocked laugh.

“Screaming Orgasm?” Callum’s raised eyebrow is so amusing but I try not to show it on my face.

“Nah, too reserved,” Liam says. I put my hands on my hips and huff but he doesn’t seem fazed, switching his attention back to the menu again. “Ah…I’ve got it!” The twins look at each other and I stand on my tiptoes, trying to see what’s being pointed at but they turn their backs to me, like kids trying to hide their school work. “You want one of these?” Liam asks Callum. He nods.

“Why not. It’s one of my favorite positions.” He raises his eyebrow and his eyes meet mine, then slowly drop lower until he’s looked me up and down. I don’t know how he does it but I feel like he just peeled away my dress and underwear with his eyes. Liam waves the barman over and I move to lean on the bar, hoping its proximity can protect me from whatever dark thoughts Callum seems to be conjuring.

Looking positively bored, the hotel employee drags himself to where we’re standing and mumbles something that I assume was ‘what would you like?’ Liam grins over at me and then says in a very loud voice, “We’d all like a Long Screw Against a Wall.”

I look at him aghast, then the barman smirks, “That’d be hard with three of you!”

“Not really,” Callum says. “One behind, one in front. You’d be surprised how easy it can be.”

The barman’s mouth drops open. He obviously wasn’t expecting that response. When he says nothing and turns to the back of the bar to begin our cocktails, Liam doubles over, attempting to laugh silently but failing abysmally.

“Oh my God,” I mouth at Callum, shaking my head in general disbelief. “I think he was close to having an aneurism.”

“What?” He shrugs his shoulders as though he doesn’t get what all the fuss is about. It’s then that I realize that he actually wasn’t joking. To be so blasé it must be something that he’s actually done. A threesome. With his brother?

My heart thuds in my chest. During the wedding service, I’d thought that my unexpectedly naughty thoughts about them were tightly in the realms of fantasy. Well, it seems they are for me, but not the twins. It sounds as though multiple love is a regular occurrence with them, and that thought has me squeezing my legs together.

Liam slumps down on a bar stool and pulls me towards him by the wrists. “So, Bethany. We have the drinks, now we need the music.”

“It’s gonna take more than one cocktail.”

His eyes flash brightly. “One screw not enough?” he asks in a voice laced with pure, raw sex. My cheeks react like furnaces and I die a little inside at my total inability to remain cool in the presence of these gorgeous men. “Hey,” he says, seeing my obvious mortification. “I’m just kidding around.” He gently squeezes my wrists and I look down with a golf ball sized lump in my throat.

“It’s got to be a Madonna track,” he announces. “It’s Dean and Kerry’s wedding so we gotta stick to the theme. How about ‘Vogue’!”

“Vogue?” I say, with all the exaggerated exasperation I can muster.

“What? She was the Goddess of the 80s.”

“She might have been but that doesn’t mean I want to Vogue at my sister’s wedding!”

“Okay, you may have a point.” Liam looks to the sky seeking inspiration, but Callum provides the next song choice. “Wham’s ‘Wake Me Up Before You Go Go’?”

“Ugh. Too cheesy.”

“Billy Ocean, ‘Caribbean Queen’?”

“Ooo…I like that one,” I say enthusiastically and Callum looks euphoric. “But no. Too groovy.”

“You’re a hard girl to please!” Liam says with a fake grumpy face, and I have an urge to smooth out his frown and turn it upside-down.

“How about Duran Duran, ‘Rio’?” I say.

“I like it…” he says after a few seconds, voice trailing and uncertain.

“What?” I ask, suddenly feeling like my suggestion was a terrible one. I want to paper over it so he’s not displeased with me. “You suggest something else then,” I say quickly. Liam is still holding my wrists, which should feel weird but is actually strangely comforting. His thumbs rest across the vulnerable inside skin, and he’s looking down at my palms. Then his eyes flick up to mine and I realize he was feeling my pulse and he knew my heart was beating faster. He felt my embarrassment in his hands.

I pull away just as the barman turns, presenting three ridiculous looking cocktails. “Wow,” I say, as he slides mine across the bar towards me, and I take a long pull at the straw, needing the relaxing effects of more alcohol just to calm my ridiculous social nerves. “Mmm, delicious.”

Liam is quiet and I don’t like it. I turn to replace the twins looking at each other. They don’t say anything, but it’s as though they communicate something silently. They both sip at their drink a few times, and Callum passes his key card so the cost of our order can be added to his room charge.

“I think,” he says, turning to me with serious eyes, “That your idea is perfect and very clever. You want to know why?”

“I do.”

“I think you chose it because you think that the DJ won’t have it.”

I feel my heart sink in my chest. He thinks I’m a coward and that I’m trying to play their game and worm out of it at the same time.

“That’s not why I chose it,” I say quietly.

The twins don’t say anything, just look at me until the need to fill the silence is overwhelming. They are big, strong men but they aren’t arrogant. There’s no real pressure here for me to explain myself, but I replace that I want to. I want them to understand, even though it’s hard. There’s something about them. I can’t put my finger on what it is, but in among the butterflies I permanently seem to have in my stomach when they’re near, I feel a sense of understanding.

So I tell them. “It was playing on the radio when I left my ex-boyfriend. It…it made me smile when he sings that bit about Rio dancing on the sand. I did that when I was younger when I was on holiday with Kerry. We went down to the beach with some of the locals our age and they had an old ghetto blaster. We were so drunk and happy. It was like a sign, that I was doing the right thing…walking away”.

There seems to be minutes of silent space between us, but it’s really only seconds, then Callum reaches around my shoulders and side-hugs me, tucking my head against his chest.

“Drink up,” he says. “I’ve got an idea that’ll blow this game out of the water.”