The smiling one turned around, placed his hands on top of his head, and waited.
"Be my guest." He said.
The other did the same, but in stony silence.
Melanie had a good idea who was who already.
The shadows of the forest and the campfire flames played tricks with the sculpted bodies of the brothers. They looked like Greek gods posing on Mount Olympus, waiting for the Aphrodite to approach them. Melanie's legs shook as she came to her feet.
This was what she had been waiting for: the truth.
At last she would speak to these men together, knowing fully who and what each of them were.
Her delicate feet padded along the soft, warm sand and in just a few strides, she was behind the statuesque men. Melanie first came to the one without the cut and stood behind him. He was a ball of masculine tension, rippling with male energy. The blanket that covered her fell to the sand as she reached her arms around to his abdomen. Her bare breasts came close to his back, brushing against him lightly. His hard muscles against her nudity instantly brought her nipples to attention. Nothing about this man suggested he had unleashed his desire onto her not one hour earlier. This had to be Alex. He was still a volcano of repressed hunger. Her hands slid down his abdomen and found the top of his jeans.
She wanted him more than ever. He had resisted her and then run away when he began to lose control. Would he do the same again? If the idiot hadn't been such a damn gentleman, then it would have been him she had given herself to, and not his crazy, hot as hell brother.
She wouldn't let him off so easy this time and she didn't care that his brother was beside him. Maybe it would make a man of him. Maybe he wouldn't dare run from her like a coward again if his twin brother was standing next to him.
Her fingers slowly undid the top button of his shorts and then drew the zipper down. She could feel his erection already straining.
She ran her hands around to the back of his shorts making sure to just lightly brush the base of his cock, reassuring herself that he was hard, before sliding the shorts and cotton underwear about halfway down.
His perfect ass sent a shudder of pleasure through her. The crescent-shaped mark made his butt even more perfect in the moonlight, if that were possible.
She jerked the shorts back up again, causing him to release a short groan as his balls were squeezed.