The Delaneys At Home by Anne Brooke

 
THE DELANEYS AT HOME
     
    No sooner had the Delaneys expressed a desire than the act was done. I'd certainly found out how true that was in bed, to my immense satisfaction, and now I was in the middle of finding out how similar they were when it came to domestic arrangements, too.
    Only forty-eight hours after they'd made their proposition about living with them, I was outside their front door, my suitcase in one hand and an enormous bouquet of flowers in the other. Behind me, Pedro, the chauffeur I'd already met, was hovering, as if afraid I might do something unexpected. As he'd thought I was attacking him the first time I'd visited the twins, he probably had good reason.
    I wondered if "something unexpected" might include bursting into the "confidence" song from The Sound of Music, but thought this might be too much even for me, let alone Pedro. However, to be honest, it's what my arrival here felt like. I only needed a habit and a high soprano and I'd be Maria in the flesh. Thank the Lord the Delaneys didn't have any children.
    Before I could ring the bell, the door opened. I'd expected Johnny, but I got Mark.
    "You're late," he said with a growl before pulling me inside and slamming me back into the wall. My suitcase landed with a thud on their tiled floor and the flowers skittered away.
    "I needed to fix my hair," I managed to say before he kissed me.
    Though probably devoured would be the better word. His tongue went straight into my mouth, claiming me without any doubt for his own, and I held on and sucked for all I was worth. Always play to your strengths is what I say. The next moment, I felt warm breath in my ear as Johnny made his presence known, licking and nibbling my earlobe. God, I loved being with them, and gave myself up to their attentions as I gripped Mark with one arm and hugged Johnny with the other.
    I had no idea what Pedro might be doing, but frankly, as they say, I didn't give a damn.
    When the twins finally let me go, I felt as if I'd really arrived. Mark reached out and pushed the front door shut. I think Pedro had already left, but the gesture made me feel safe. Well, almost safe. With the Delaneys, there was always an essential little frisson of danger, which I was well into enjoying by now.
    "Good," Mark said, one hand pinning me to the wall. Not that I was intending to go anywhere. I was having too good a time right here. "It's just the three of us at last. And I've got plans. Liam, go upstairs, turn right and then take the second door on the left. It's my bedroom. Strip yourself and get on the bed. Johnny and I will join you as soon as we're ready."
    "Yes, sir," I said, unable to stop the smile threatening to make my jaw break. Domestic bliss looked pretty exciting so far.
    At the same time, Johnny sighed and patted his brother on the shoulder. "Don't you think it might be best to offer a coffee first? This isn't a one-night stand, you know. This is Liam. "
    I blinked. He said my name with a softness in his voice I didn't think I'd heard before. Yes, Johnny was the gentle one; I knew it. But he'd never sounded quite like this. I reached up and stroked his face. Then I kissed him lightly on the mouth, before drawing away.
    "Coffee's nice, sirs," I said, "but so is bed and I only want to do what you want. I'm just glad to be here."
    Then I kissed Mark, too, for good measure and just because I could. Mark smiled, glanced at Johnny and raised one very sexy eyebrow.
    "I think I can be reasonable," he said, "in the right circumstances. Get into bed, Liam, and we'll bring your coffee to you."
    Before either of them could change their minds, I started jogging up the stairs. Halfway up, I remembered my manners and swung back round.
    "Sorry, sirs," I said, feeling a wave of heat on my face, which might have been embarrassment or lust. Maybe both. "I forgot to ask: where would you like me to put my luggage? And I bought you flowers."
    But Johnny had already picked up the bouquet, now looking rather the