Sara stared at the two men before her as if seeing them for the first time. Aside from their style of dress, and the fact that David was more tanned, the hair was really the only difference. David's hair was longer and shaggy, a large curling mass around his head. Kevin's was cropped close to his head, a professional look, almost a buzz cut. They were the same height, the same build, they had the same face, and the same ridiculously enticing eyes, that luminous blue-green color that took her breath away. She could get lost in those eyes; she had been lost in them, in both pairs at one point or another.
"Sara," Kevin finally broke the silence that had fallen over the glade at her appearance.
Sara had no idea what to say. She hadn't even expected to find David here, much less both of them. What could she possibly say to the two of them? What did she even want to say to them?
"I have to apologize to you," Kevin said as he strode across the clearing towards her. "I swear, if I had known that you and my brother were involved, I never would have let last night happen."
Kevin stopped a few feet away from her, seemingly afraid to approach her, a look of genuine sorrow in his eyes. David was still on the far side of the clearing. He looked like he was deep in thought, and studied Sara like he had studied the deer upon their first meeting.
From what Kevin had just said, it was obvious that he had already told David about last night. Sara didn't know what to do, and had even less of an idea of what to say. For all their similarities, for all she had shared with Kevin, she wanted David more. She didn't know why, exactly, she just knew it was true. If she had to choose between the two of them, she would choose David.
"Are you going to say anything?" Kevin was staring at her as she stared at David.
"I don't know what to say." Honesty was the only option she had to break the silence.
"You could accept my apology."
Sara thought about it. She could easily accept his apology; after all, what did he have to be sorry for? Letting her throw herself at him? She had instigated everything last night, had practically invited herself into his hotel room, had offered her body to him as easily as she had offered the contract at work. There had been no hesitation on her part, and even though he looked like David, she had known in some part of her brain that it was impossible for them to be one and the same. As always, her wanton lust had clouded her mind; her constant need for sexual gratification had landed her in another uncomfortable situation.
"Or not," Kevin said, looking down at the grass. It obviously disturbed him.
"I'm the one who should be sorry." Sara took two steps to close the distance between them and put one hand on his arm. "I should have known." She waited until he met her gaze before continuing. "If I had used one shred of logic instead of acting like some cheap whore…" she let the sentence trail off, unsure of what she was trying to say.
"Don't." He looked at her, his gaze level. "You're not a whore."
She hadn't seen him approach, but David was now just beyond Kevin's right shoulder, eying her with apparent curiosity. He still hadn't said a word, and the puzzling look in his eyes was unreadable.
"I'm sorry," Sara said, looking from one face to its identical counterpart. "I'm sorry to have gotten you both mixed up in my…" she didn't know what to call it, but pushed on, searching for the right words, "in my perversion."
"You're not perv…" Kevin started to speak, but she cut him off.
"I am. I have a problem, and now I've made things… weird, with both of you." Sara saw a smile flash briefly across David's face before it was replaced with that indecipherable stare. "God, all I can think about right now is having sex with both of you, right here, at the same time."
Kevin's eyes widened. She didn't know what he had expected, but it was clearly not that. David just nodded as if he had known what she was thinking.
"That's not going to happen." Kevin looked shaken, as if the thought had jarred something inside of him. He glanced at his brother, and then looked back at Sara.
"I told you," David said, but Sara wasn't sure to whom he had directed that comment. Did he mean when he told her about her own sexuality the other night in the parking lot, or was her referring to something he had said something to Kevin?
David moved close to Sara, walking in a slow circle around both her and Kevin. He never took his eyes off of her as he circled, and Sara followed him, turning her head to track his movement. When he was directly behind her, he stopped. She felt his hand on her back, a light but confident touch that moved down to cup her ass.
Sara looked directly at Kevin. His eyes were closed; a look of pain moved over his face before he opened his eyes again.
David's hand slid down her leg and hiked up her skirt. No, she thought, but a part of her wanted this, wanted the two of them to touch her simultaneously, both of them inside her at the same time, feeling them hot and hard and eager. David's hand moved between her legs, and she felt her body growing warmer, his touch awakening that thing inside of her that never truly slept.
Kevin stared at her until she gasped air into her lungs when David's hand found her wetness. Her hand fell from Kevin's arm and she leaned back into David, his other hand coming around to caress her breast.
"You see? She wants us both," David said to Kevin over Sara's shoulder.
"Stop it." Kevin looked angry, but didn't move.
David slid one finger inside of her and Sara melted, her mouth making a silent oh, her eyes widening as she watched Kevin.
"David, stop it." Kevin still made no move, but his voice sounded fierce.
"Or what?" David's fingers worked their magic as Kevin's face grew red, and all the while Sara trembled under David's spell.
"Please," Sara heard her own voice, but had no idea for what she was asking. Did she want them to stop arguing, or want them both to take her? Her mind was a jumble, David's fingers erasing every attempt at rational thought.
Kevin grabbed Sara's jaw hard and jerked her head to look at him. "Don't let him do this. You're better than that."
David paused long enough for Sara to momentarily regain her thoughts. She wanted to say something to Kevin, to assure him that she was in control of herself, but she knew she wasn't. She knew this thing that drove her was in control, and David had somehow magically seized its reins. She wanted to be better than this, but all she could say was, "no. I'm not."
Kevin gave her an inquiring look as David's fingers started stimulating her again, and when her eyes glazed over with pleasure, he shoved her chin to the side as he let go of her, disgust clear on his face. His head hung low for a moment, and then he stalked off towards the trail.
"Forget him," David said, his hands still on her, arousing her. "My brother never did like sloppy seconds." She felt him move behind her, and he called out, "Did you, brother?"
There was no answer but the crash of branches as Kevin hurried from the park.
David removed his hands from Sara's body and moved in front of her. His eyes were still unfathomable, nothing was given away by those blue-green orbs. He stared at her, appraising her, seemingly waiting for something.
Sara had no idea what to do. She had wanted to talk to Kevin, make sure everything was going to be alright, that he wouldn't bring any of this up when he called to finalize the contract, but there hadn't been time. Now she was faced with David, her enigmatic stranger, the man who had twice given her orgasms without once taking one for himself. She had no idea what he was waiting for or what he wanted.
"You still don't accept it." He spoke without moving, staring intently at her.
"Don't accept what?" Sara was already confused enough without him being esoteric.
'Your gift." His eyes burned into her like twin flames.
"Gift?" Sara felt anger rise to the surface. "You call this a gift? Wanting sex all the time. Trying to hide it from my friends, my coworkers. You think this is fun?"
"It could be if you let it."
"I don't want to let it. I want to be done with it. I want it gone. It's a curse, don't you understand? I can't help it." She was practically screaming in his face, but he barely batted an eyelash. Her voice dropped to a hush. "I hate what this has made me."
David hadn't moved an inch. "You won't be truly happy until you embrace it. Accept what you are, and happiness will follow. You cannot change that which is meant to be."
"What are you, the fucking Buddha?" Sara was definitely angry now. "What do you know about it anyway?"
"All acts of love and pleasure are rituals."
"What's that supposed to mean?" Sara was angry, but he was pushing at something, and she had no idea what. He was confusing her, and she was unsure of where he was trying to steer this conversation.
"Sex can be holy, even magical. Society says that what you feel is wrong, but it is no more wrong than being homosexual, or even just being a woman." David spoke slowly and patiently. "You are what you are. Embrace it. Love yourself, and you will find what you desire."
"You have no idea what I feel or desire." Sara's voice was low, barely audible.
"You want sex all the time. Your body craves it, but more than that, your mind wants it. You fight it because you think it is wrong, but you cannot win. There is something you want, something only you know, but you do not admit it to yourself." David sighed. "You have the ability to make yourself happy, but you choose not to."
Sara stared at him, and was fairly certain she hated him. What the hell was he talking about? What did she want that she didn't admit to herself? She had no idea what to say.
"You dropped your purse."
Sara followed David's outstretched hand and saw her purse in the grass. She turned and bent to pick it up, and when she turned back to face him, he was gone. She looked around the clearing, knowing she wouldn't see him.
I hate when he does that, she thought.