by Tara Hart
She arrives home half an hour later. She sets about her usual routine. I hear her chopping vegetables, pouring wine, humming as she moves around her kitchen, none the wiser that I’m even in the house. Her heels click against the wooden floorboards as she hums, her footsteps slow and even as if she hasn’t got a care in the world.
Her footsteps get louder, her stilettos hitting against the floor until they stop dead still. She doesn’t dare breathe, she doesn’t even blink, she just stares at me, her face white like a ghost and her bright green eyes wide and acutely aware of my presence.
“Hello,” I say with a slight grin on my face.
I cross my legs, one over the other as I recline back on her bed, my fingers lacing together as they cradle my head.
Her lips move, but nothing comes out. It takes three attempts before she can actually form a sentence.
“Jared,” she whispers. “What are you doing here?”
It’s like she forgot she gave me a key. I can see her mentally reviewing the last month of her life, slowly trying to work out when exactly she gave me the key to her castle.
She steps out of her heels and kicks them to the side, but she doesn’t move any closer. She just watches me warily, trying to figure out exactly what I’m doing in her house.
I clear my throat. Here it goes, this better be good. “I missed you,” I say. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”
It’s been days since I’ve seen her. It took me this long to pluck up the courage to face her again, but after enough time passed and she hadn’t approached me again, I knew I had to make my move.
She looks beautiful as always. Her brown hair straightened, framing her face perfectly. Her dark denim jeans, faded slightly, clinging to the curves of her body. Her tight white t-shirt threatening to gape open and reveal her breasts. I can see a peek of her white lace bra and I don’t have to feign the interest of my dick. It’s hard.
Patting the bed next to me, I soften my face. “Come sit with me.”
She looks torn, but she doesn’t turn me away. She makes the three short steps to the bed and sits on the edge awkwardly.
“I thought you wanted nothing to do with me, Jared.” It’s a statement that I know I have to deny.
With a lick of the lips, I shrug it off. “I don’t want to live without you.”
My hand scoots across the comforter, my fingers wrapping around hers.
“You don’t want me here?” I ask, my forehead scrunching up.
This isn’t panning out as I expected. I thought she’d lap it up in my presence, but maybe she needs to speak with Selina before she knows how to react. After all, we all know who’s pulling the strings in this world of make-believe.
Eventually, she shakes her head. “It’s not that I don’t want you here, I’m just…confused.”
Fuck, she’s onto me. I should have thought this through, I should have been better prepared. I thought I’d just waltz back into her life and she’d welcome me with open arms, but I underestimated how harmless Savannah can be without her sisters’ direction.
I pivot my body until I’m facing her. “Confused about what?”
She looks at me, her emerald green eyes searching my face for some kind of indication that this is for real.
“The last time we spoke, you said you wanted nothing to do with me. And now, a few days later, you’re in my house, on my bed. What am I supposed to think?”
I take her hand in mine, bringing it to my lips and kissing the inside of her wrist tenderly. I know it turns her on, this one innocent gesture sets her whole body on fire. I feel goose pimples settle on her skin and it delights me to know that I still affect her in this way.
Picking her chin up with the tip of my finger, I force her to look at me.
“I’m in love with you, Savvy.”
She inhales sharply, her gaze holding mine. She looks at me and the warmth in her eyes would be enough to fool anyone. She’s good at this game, maybe even better than me.
Her lips lift into a smile as she rests her head against my chest. I kiss the crown of her head instinctively as I wrap my arms around her shoulders.
Toying with the hem of my shirt, she pulls at a loose thread, wrapping it around her index finger and then snapping it clean off the top.
She looks up at me with her best sugary sweet smile.
“I’m glad you’re here.” She swallows roughly. “I’m in love with you too, Jared.” She takes the words I uttered and sends them back at me, her delivery a little more polished than my previous attempt. She’s probably practiced this moment a million times over.
I smile a big toothy grin and then hold her close to my body.
And with very little effort she’s mine again.
Yes. Everything’s falling into place nicely.
Chapter 5
“She wants my money,” I tell him. “All of it.”
“Selina?” he asks without looking at me.
He needs me to admit it, to admit he was right all along. He never thought we were right for one another. He had just ended his second loveless marriage at the time and could see right through ours.
My father is an observant man and an extremely good judge of character. He liked Selina, but never loved her. He always thought something was a little off, and his gut feeling turned out to be true.
“You have lawyers, son.”
I snort. “She does too. The fucked up thing is that I’m paying for them.”
He runs his fingers through his salt and pepper hair. “Should have kept your dick in your pants.”
I roll my eyes. “Maybe I take after you.”
It’s the mother of all comebacks, but it’s completely wasted on him. He just nods his head, agreeing with me.
My father is a hard man to offend. He has become somewhat of a player in recent years. His girlfriends seem to get younger as he ages, and some of them even turn into wives. I don’t know how he does it. Coffee and a whole lot of Viagra I assume, but he finds it hard to stay loyal. I guess it’s a case of always looking for someone better—someone to fill the void my mother left.
“Who’s the other lady?” he asks.
This is the moment I’ve been dreading. The moment when my father will piece everything together and tell me I’m a complete and utter chump. He can judge me all he wants, but the truth is, I don’t find it ironic that I fell for my wife’s twin sister. To me it’s kismet.
“Savannah,” I mutter under my breath.
He laughs, a deep throaty laugh as he throws his head back and holds onto his stomach. “You cheated on your wife, with a woman who looks exactly like your wife.”
He laughs again, this time dabbing at the corners of his eyes with his handkerchief. “That’s priceless, Jared. Really, you’ve outdone yourself.”
“Dad.” I fight back the embarrassment and the urge to tell him the shut the fuck up. I’ll let him have this moment.
The only person who could reign him was my mother and she hasn’t been around for twenty years.
I wonder what Mom would tell me to do. She would probably tell me to follow my heart and that money doesn’t matter. She was a true romantic and the only woman my dad ever truly loved. He has never recovered after her death, and in some ways, neither have I.
I watch as my dad loosens the cuffs on his shirt, pulling them up to reveal his freshly tanned forearms, courtesy of his latest getaway to Costa Rica. His skin only now starting to show signs of age. He’s close to sixty, but apart from the lines around his clear blue eyes, he’s wrinkle-free.
He clears his throat, the same blue eyes meeting my face. “What does Shaun say?”
I sigh. “What doesn’t Shaun say?” I throw the words back at him. “He thinks I’ve fucked things up. You know, with the prenup and all.” I feel the need to remind him.
“Yes.” He nods his head. “The agreement I recommended before you married her.” He runs his fingers across his chin. “But there was one loophole, what was it again?”
“Very funny, Dad.” I lean back against the sofa and fight the urge to pout.
He looks up at the ceiling, seemingly thinking of another way I can get out of this mess. He crosses one arm over his chest as his chin rests on the opposite hand.
“They are identical twins, Jared,” he says like he’s the first one to point that fact out to me. “Pretend you didn’t know.”
I push out a heavy, stale breath. “There’s a tape.”
“A sex tape?” He chuckles. “I never expected that from you, Jared. You’ve always been so sensible.”
Sensible. Coming from my father that’s an insult. To him sensible is boring and he despises boring.
Ignoring his jabs, I keep talking. “I say Savannah’s name,” I tell him. “Multiple times.”
I shudder from the memory, the way she planned everything out, the fact that she knew we were being watched, it still doesn’t sit well with me.
Dad surprises me when he doesn’t mock me any further. Instead, his face turns serious, a crease settling in the middle of his forehead.
“You love her,” he says softly.
I don’t answer. I don't need to. The truth is written all over my face.
I’m not used to the soft and tender tone coming from my father and it catches me off guard. He walks over to me, clapping me on the back in a manly kind of way.
“You better get your head in the game, boy. That woman is about to take you to the cleaners.”
Nodding my head, I lean forward and rest my elbows on my knees. “I’ll work something out.”
He exhales through his nose. “You better. Because if you lose all of your money, you sure as hell won’t squeeze a dime out of me.”
Chapter 6
I answer the door without my shirt on. I know she won’t be able to resist me. She’ll blush immediately, fumbling over her words as she tries not to ogle me. It’s a tactic that I hope seems effortless. I know she’ll be itching to run her fingers over my chest as soon as she sees me without my shirt on. She loves the feel of my muscles beneath her fingertips, she’s told me so on multiple occasions.
The door swings open and I watch her gaze travel from my face down to my chest. Bingo.
“Hello.” I smile, taking a step forward and kissing her on the cheek. I feel them flame beneath my lips. Heat radiates off her body as she struggles to form a sentence.
Her breath catches in the back of her throat. Her palms fall flat against my chest as she pushes me gently. “Jared, please,” she says. “Not here.”
She looks over her shoulder before turning back to me. I wonder if Selina’s waiting in the bushes with a camera, who knows, she could well be. Bitch is crazy.
Taking a step back, I cast my arm out inviting Savannah inside.
“After you.”
She walks past me, her hips swaying as she walks. She’s wearing a beige trench coat that’s cinched at the waist by a thick belt. Her brown knee-high boots tap against the floor as she walks through the foyer.
Cooper, Selina’s beloved poodle, runs up to Savannah, his tail between his legs, whimpering as he approaches.
She bends down and pats his head. “Hey, boy.”
When Cooper realizes she doesn’t sound similar and doesn’t smell the same as his mom, he loses interest.
Savannah stands up, smoothing her hands over her coat.
“Do you want to order some food?” I ask because that seems like a normal thing to ask a guest. We’ll eat, then talk, then fuck.
At least, that’s how I imagine the night panning our, Savannah may have other ideas.
She turns to look at me, her fingers toying with the belt of her jacket.
“I’m not hungry for food,” she murmurs quietly.
Taking the bait, I cock my head to the side. “What are you in the mood for then?”
She beckons me forward with a wave of her hand.
I hesitate because I’m not sure if I should indulge her, but what can I say, she’s caught the interest of my cock. I turn to lock the door, the bolt sliding closed, echoing through the room like an exclamation point.
Savannah eyes me warily. She has no idea that I changed every lock in the house the day Selina declared war. I’m not stupid. I know she’ll try everything to worm her way back into the house we shared for eight years. Now I’m holding her clothes for ransom.
“Who are you locking out?” Savannah questions, keeping her voice even and her expression neutral.
Your bitch ass sister, I think to myself, but my mouth obeys me.
“Maybe I’m not locking anyone out,” I say. “Maybe I’m locking someone in.”
My response shocks her. She laughs nervously, her cheeks coloring just the slightest.
I walk toward her, slowing my pace when she’s within arm’s reach.
“I’m kidding,” I murmur when the tense smile doesn’t fall from her lips.
“I know,” she says, but I still sense the tension in her voice.
“You don’t want dinner,” I state. “Do you want to talk?”
She shakes her head, a coy expression on her face. “I don’t want to talk.”
I lick my lips. “Well, what do you want to do?”
She sways from side-to-side, all sweetness and innocence to those who don’t know any better.
She takes my hand in hers, lacing our fingers together in the way that always makes my heart beat just a little bit faster. I try to fight it, but I can’t control the beating of my own heart, no matter how hard I try.
She tugs on my arm until I start following her lead. She guides me upstairs, halting at my bedroom door. Her eyes travel from the door up to my face, seemingly fighting with her thoughts internally. I feel her palm get clammy against my skin as she contemplates her next move.
“What is it?” I question, for the first time concerned that she’s having second thoughts about our reunion.
Savannah shakes her head, looking up at me through hooded eyes. “It’s nothing.”
She drops my hand before walking down the hall to one of the guest rooms. She pushes the door open with her foot as she turns to look at me.
“You coming?” she questions.
In my mind, I’m trying to work out what her game is, but my cock gets the better of me.
I stop in the doorway, my gaze following her as she stands at the foot of the bed. She’s waiting for me to walk over to her, but I don’t. I just stare at her, not sure what to do next. I wasn’t prepared for this—prepared for her to dictate how this night will pan out.
She reaches for the belt of her trench coat, untying it slowly before letting the coat fall to the floor. She’s completely naked, her cherry red nipples standing to attention as she drapes an arm in front of her.
“Come in, Jared.” Her voice wavers as she speaks.
It takes me a moment to realize she’s speaking to me, my gaze firmly fixed on her smoking hot body.
She’s caught me off guard and it’s unsettling because this is so unlike Savannah.
Her weight moves from foot-to-foot, her brown boots reaching her knees, the only part of her body that’s still covered.
“Jared,” she says softly. “Do you want me to leave?”
Taking two steps forward, I shake my head. “No,” I say with certainty.
Despite everything, every conceivable notion that this all part of Selina’s vicious plan, I definitely do not want Savannah to leave.
When she’s standing within arm’s reach, I stop myself, pausing a moment to take in her beauty.
I look down at her, my hands grasping her arms as I lock my eyes with hers.
“The last thing I want is for you to leave,” I answer honestly.
Her face glows in the light, her body beckoning me forward, silently begging me to devour every last inch of her.
I kiss each of her breasts first, my tongue dancing around her nipples, causing her to moan. My fingers trail down to her sex, while my face travels up her body, licking a line from her collarbone up to th
e lobe of her ear. I nibble on the bud gently, enjoying the sound of her breathing as it becomes slightly less rhythmic. My fingers continue exploring, rubbing, pinching as my teeth graze her skin.
“Jared,” she says breathlessly. “Mmmm.”
Chuckling lightly, my lips find their way to her cheek, placing gentle kisses against her skin, moving to her nose and finally down to her lips. I open my mouth, inviting her in. She kisses me hard, her tongue circling mine as her hands wrap around my neck. I lift her in my arms and her legs instinctively wrap around my waist, the heels of her boots digging into my hips. It hurts and will definitely leave a mark, but I don’t give a damn. The wounds will heal when the fun is over.
I carry her to the bed, gently placing her on top of the comforter. With one hand, I pull my track pants down until they reach the floor, gradually revealing my throbbing cock. Savannah inclines up on her elbows, her gaze settling on my cock. With a lick of her lips, she runs her hand along the inside of her thighs, slowly trailing between her legs and to her waiting pussy. Her finger slips inside, dipping inside her, gliding against her wetness.
It does things to me, watching her, seeing her in such a comfortable and kinky way. It’s not the Savannah I’m used to seeing, and yet, I like it. Grabbing my cock in the palm of my hand, I pump it hard and fast. She watches me, her lips pressed together, suppressing her moans, not able to take her eyes off of me.
“Tell me what you want, baby,” I say softly. “Tell me what you like.”
She uses her middle finger to touch herself while her thumb applies pressure to her clit. She bends her legs at the knees, the heels of her boots digging into the bed as she reclines back against the comforter.
Exhaling loudly, her gaze travels to my face.
“I want this,” she whispers. “I want you.”
I’m not going to lie, I could squirt all over her just from hearing those words, but I refrain myself. Instead, I stop pumping my cock and dip my head between her thighs, licking the length of her sweet, moist pussy while her fingers continue to work.