Chapter Two
Bay was unhappy. Very unhappy.
Rick trailed them, an unshakable shadow, no matter where they went. Quiet, unobtrusive, but there.
Now, he and Kenny? They were used to being the center of attention, putting on a show. But it wasn't twenty- four/seven, it wasn't at home and the lack of privacy was chafing. It didn't matter that Rick wasn't going to report anything back to the old man, he was still
there
, watching.
And Bay knew Kenny didn't care, even got off on knowing someone was watching and was able to tune them out when he needed to. Of course Kenny could help him forget and not care himself... Bay smiled over at his twin.
They were lying out poolside on the long deck chairs, butt naked and getting an all over tan. Every now and then they'd go into the pool to cool off before creaming each other up and getting more sun.
He reached out, fingers sliding along Ken's belly to wrap around one sweet hip.
Ken's hand petted his and then pushed it away. "Don't mess with my tan, Bay."
He bit back his sigh, hand sliding back to his side. He got a long look at their babysitter, sweat making the coffee-and- cream skin shine, even in the shade. His cock perked a little. The man was damned good-looking. It was too bad
he was their babysitter and not interested to boot. Of course that could be an act.
He got up.
"Where are you going?" Ken asked. "Going to talk to Rick."
"Brick."
He chuckled. "Whatever."
He didn't bother pulling his swim trunks back on, just walked nonchalantly toward the shade and took a seat near Rick. "Aren't you bored?"
"If I'm bored? That means no one's trying to kill you."
"No one's trying to kill us. The old man likes thinking he's in control of us." He hated the old man sometimes. Well, most of the time. It was such a fucking cliché -- the rich tycoon who didn't have time for his kids.
"I'm pretty expensive for babysitting. You're Basil, right? The introductions happened fast this morning."
He made a face. "Bay. Even the old man has conceded on that one. And it's not like he doesn't have the money to burn." He shrugged. He didn't like talking about the old man, the bastard didn't give a shit about him and Kenny, they weren't good enough, weren't sports minded enough, weren't smart enough, weren't
enough
. "So you're straight?"
"Does it matter, Bay?" Rick pulled a pack of gum from his pocket, offering it over.
He shook his head, grabbing a peach from the bowl on the table instead and starting to peel the skin off with his fingertips. "No, it doesn't really matter, except then I'd know if I'm going to have to work hard or
really
hard to seduce you."
That got him a laugh, deep and low and surprisingly sexy and real. "You are something else and I'm an old man, but I appreciate the thought."
"You look pretty good for an old man," he told Rick, letting his gaze drag up nice and slow along Rick's body.
"Thank you." Rick nodded once, slow and easy. "What do you study in school?"
He shrugged. "We started off in business admin. That lasted a term."
"We're finding ourselves," added Ken and Bay grinned. He hadn't thought it would take Ken long to join him.
"I hear that. I had three majors before criminal psych." Rick nodded to Kenny. "And are you a Ken? Kenny? Kendrick?"
"Ken. Not that you'll be able to tell us apart once we're changed."
Bay smiled. Fooling people was one of the best things about having an identical twin. Well. Aside from the twin himself. Most of the time. He reached out to touch Ken's
side, fingers sliding on the warm skin. It was good, touching Kenny. It made everything okay.
"I won't be able to, but O'Neal will and he'll teach me." Rick offered the gum to Kenny, too.
Kenny shook his head at the gum, too. Gum? What was the guy, twelve?
"Bullshit, O'Neal will."
"He will. I can't tell you how and it might take him a few days, but he will. It's uncanny."
He looked at Ken and the two of them grinned. No fucking way. Not even the guys they fucked could tell, each of them taking their turn as each other, the guy never knowing he was fucking Ken pretending to be Bay or vice versa.
"Once Ken takes out the nipple ring, all bets are off."
"Who says I'm taking it out? Maybe you should get one put in."
He tilted his head, pretending to consider it. "Maybe." Not likely, he hated needles. But their babysitter didn't need to know that.
Rick didn't seem the least bit shocked. In fact, besides looking hot, the man looked perfectly at ease. He was impressed despite himself. There they were naked, discussing piercings and the man wasn't batting an eyelash.
"Of course maybe you should get a PA," murmured Ken, making his eyes widen. He gasped softly as his brother's
hand wrapped around his prick, stroking him until he was hard. "Kenny..."
Rick chuckled. "You two are like bunnies. Man, to be young again."
"We could get you up. Get you off," Ken told Rick, still working him.
Bay squirmed, enjoying it, but... well they were at home, it was supposed to be just them here and Ken wasn't even trying to be discreet now.
"I appreciate the offer, but I'm on the clock."
"So when you get off, we'll get you off." Ken reached out with his free hand and slid it along Rick's chest. Ken loved pushing.
Rick removed Ken's hand, placed in on the table, the motion gentle, relaxed. "I'm working, Ken. I'm serious about my job."
"So call your backup; he can watch while the three of us fuck."
Bay moaned at Ken's words. Damn, that was a pretty picture.
Those pretty cheeks flushed dark, the first real emotion the man had shown.
That was all Kenny ever needed, some sign, no matter how small, that he was getting to you. The hand around Bay's cock slid away, Ken pushing up against Rick, hands sliding
on the solid body. "You can do Bay. He loves getting fucked. I'll fuck you after while he watches."
Rick stood, the motion smooth and careful, easing Kenny away. "On the clock, remember?"
"So, like I said, get the other guy." Ken pushed back up against Rick and Bay held his breath. They weren't used to being refused. Kenny especially.
Ken was easily placed in his chair. "O'Neal's asleep." "Oh, is he?" said Ken. "Well then, I'm going shopping."
"We are?" Bay asked, still a little breathless, wanting to fuck, not shop.
"No, Bay.
I
am."
Ken gave Rick a hard smile. "Guess you're going to have to wake Sleeping Beauty up after all."
Rick stared back, cool as a cucumber. "I can see your father was right. We
will
need to bring in more people. I'll have two more full time guards installed along with two backups. Congratulations, Ken. You've gone from a shadow to an entourage."
Bay felt his heart drop, but Kenny grinned. He loved a challenge. "Excellent. All the more fun to lose."
Bay looked at Ken, trying to get his twin's attention. Bad enough to have lost their privacy to Rick and O'Neal, with an entourage they'd have to hole up in their room for
any
privacy. But Ken was in his own little world, puffing up for
the challenge. Bay bit his lip and bent to his peach, pretending that finishing peeling it was taking his full attention.
Rick nodded, dialed a number on the cell. "Anne? This is Rick Patterson. I'm going to need four more men as per Mr. Jonas Templeton’s earlier discussion. Vin Tram, Bob Sullivan, Mike Squires and Lee Chin. Please arrange their pay and rooms? Excellent, I'll make my calls."
Then another call was made. "O'Neal. You're going public with Primary One. I'm staying domestic with Primary Two and bringing in the full team."
Ken gave him a look. "You here that, Bay?
I
'm 'primary one'."
"I heard, Ken."
He'd heard "full team", too. A whole bunch of guys, watching them, invading their privacy and Ken taking off to split them up and try and ditch them as often as possible.
He gave Rick a considering look. "Are the threats real? I mean do you
know
they're real, or are you going by what the old man told you?"
Ken snorted before Rick could answer. "Of course they're not real, Bay. He's trying to show us who's boss."
Those dark eyes met his. "I was in the process of moving to the Caribbean when your father contacted me. The threats are deadly serious. I don't play games."
"Oh, come on, Bay, what's he going to say? No, it's all a game?" Ken laughed. "Of course that's all it is, isn't it?"
Bay got up and grabbed Ken's arm, dragging his twin a few feet away and speaking quietly. "I don't want to play, Ken."
"Don't be a baby; we have to be strong if we're going to beat the old man on this one."
"Kenny, he's bringing in 'the full team'. If we're good, it'll just be the two of them."
"Fuck, Bay, don't go soft on me."
"I don't want to be watched all the time; is that too much to ask for?"
"And is it too much for me to ask for your support once in awhile."
He shook his head. "You have my support!"
"Yeah, well sometimes it feels like it only ever goes the other way, you're so fucking needy sometimes, Basil." Ken sneered at him and pulled away. "I'm going shopping. On my own."
Bay tried not to let the hurt show and he slowly and carefully went and picked up his towel, feeling vulnerable and very naked suddenly. He hated it when Ken got mad at him. It was worse than anything.
"No, boy, you're not. You're going shopping with yours truly." O'Neal appeared, red-eyed, bare-chested, pulling a
shirt over a shoulder holster. "Does he have enough money to shop with his willie flopping around, Rick?"
"I imagine he thinks so, yes, O'Neal."
Bay wrapped his towel tight around his chest, fading into the shadows at the corner of the house, watching Ken blustering his way through. His beautiful, precious, stupid twin.
"I'm not going naked," sneered Ken. "And you can come along, if you can keep up. I'm taking the Porche and I'm driving alone."
O'Neal laughed, the sound amused and harsh. "Oh, he's a charmer. What do you think, Rick? Can I keep up?"
Rick simply nodded. "Especially if I assure a police escort waiting at the end of the drive."
The red-headed nodded. "Be careful, boy, or I'll make sure someone's holding your cock when you piss and checking to make sure you wiped your ass well enough."
Ken laughed. "Promises, promises. And that police escort? They're going to get bored of that Brick, darling, you wait and see." With that as his parting shot, Ken went inside, without even glancing Bay's way.
He tried not to let that hurt, reminded himself that Ken saw this kind of thing as a challenge and when he was all riled up he got focused. Bay was going to wait long enough for Ken to have changed and gone and then he was going to retreat to his room where he could be alone. If they were going to be allowed that now that Ken was pushing.
O'Neal followed Ken with a chuckle, almost bouncing. "Don't worry on the cops, Rick. I have the GPS tracker, I'm good."
Rick sighed, nodded, and then met his eyes. "I'm sorry, Bay."
He straightened. He didn't need anyone to feel sorry for him. "For what? Being a bigger asshole than he is?"
He let the towel drop and jumped into the pool and started swimming, back and forth and back and forth until his arms and legs were shaking with exhaustion.