“Say the word and we can go.” He keeps his voice quiet. I’m wearing a wig and glasses; this is about my brother, not about me, and although I want to see him, I don’t want to take away any of his light.
I didn’t see him this morning to wish him good luck. He would’ve been preoccupied, focused on what he was about to do, the adrenaline taking him to a peak so high he’d be untouchable.
He starts to speak, addresses the crowd. Then his rhetoric begins as he talks about a unified nation, peace and trade deals. He mentions security and tension, a promise of a return to two great nations who work together to promote healing in the world.
Then it starts. There’s a call from the crowd, a taunt. Words in Gaelic, ones I understand.Free Scotland.
Fighting starts within the crowd and the police crawl in, separating. Tension bubbles, hums. It’s about to boil over.
“We should get back to the hotel.” Ben puts his arm around my waist and I feel Isaac behind me. Other security detail quietly surround us and we head away, back to the quiet roads around the square, past the police who have cordoned off the area. A camera flashes, my picture taken. It doesn’t matter because I can hear the crowd booming louder, the sound making me move quicker, further away.
“This was a fucking mistake.” Isaac’s words are angry. “I asked them not to go ahead this morning.”
“The people attending were vetted.” One of the guards says. It was ticketed. Identity had to be shown.
“Makes no difference.”
We’re almost running now, back to the hotel. The noise we’re leaving behind is starting to dim, the crowd being dispersed. The city here is built up, alleys and roads stemming away from one square into others. Around the hotel is a ghost town, the only people police and guards.
We rush into the hotel and head straight for the lift. “Will they get Lennox out of there?”
“They should do.” Ben’s hand is on my lower back and I realise I’m shaking.
“I need to go home.” The elevator is too silent. I can hear my heart race.
“This evening. When things are quieter we’ll get back to the castle.” Ben casts a look towards Isaac. “What about you?”
“I’ll have to head back to London. Look at what we do to sort this mess out.” Isaac looks exasperated.
The elevator doors open and we head to my suite, Ben standing the other security guards down.
The rooms are as I left them. A voice crackles over the radio Ben has on him. My brother has started to speak again now the crowd has been quietened. I hear Goldsmith’s voice and then Ben turns off the radio.
“You okay, Blair?”
I nod and his arms are around me, his body pressed against mine. I feel hands on my shoulders from behind and I know that it’s Isaac. Ben’s mouth goes to mine and I sense he’s relieved that I’m safe and here and in his arms. Another set of lips are on my neck, softly kissing. I’m pressed between the two of them, both their attention on me.
I slip a hand between me and Ben and cup his cock through his pants, feeling his hardness. Isaac’s hands are on my breasts, touching them though the fabric of my shirt.
I should be listening to my brother’s speech. Listening to history being invented, but I need an escape and this is it, this complicated, treacherous web that we weave. At some point I need to talk about this, to Ben, to Isaac, to myself. My head wants to implode with the sensations and the fact that I shouldn’t be doing this. A man I love and another that I think we’re both infatuated with.
When I drop to my knees, Isaac’s hands go to my hair, pulling on it carefully as I undo Ben’s pants, freeing his erection, licking at the tip. I glance up to see them kissing above me, Ben’s hands on Isaac’s shoulders, Isaac’s hands on me. My tongue teases and plays until I finally take Ben’s cock in my mouth, sucking and gripping, Isaac now giving me words of encouragement and directing me with his hands in my hair still, pulling and gripping, never enough to hurt.
Ben’s hips start to thrust, Isaac holding my head still as Ben fucks my mouth. I can feel the wetness between my legs building and dripping, saturating the panties I’m wearing.
He comes in my mouth with a groan and I swallow, looking up at him, seeing Ben’s face blissed out.
Because of me.
I am still on my knees when the gun shot ruptures the noise outside.
Epilogue
Ben
Blair’s too quiet. Her blonde hair’s still messy from when Isaac was holding it and her lips are swollen and she’s too quiet.
I’m used to words from Blair. She talks, tells me things. She always has and now she isn’t saying anything.
