by B. B. Reid
I shrugged before turning to face the bartender again. “Two Jack Frosties, please.”
“Noelle…”
“Felicity, it’s fine. Go. Have fun.”
I could feel her wary stare as I watched the bartender prepare my drinks. She knew me well enough to know I’d be getting shit-faced expeditiously.
Paxton had been promising to teach me for years, and now that the opportunity had finally presented itself, he chose my best friend instead?
When the bartender finally set my drinks down in front of me, I couldn’t gulp the first down fast enough.
Incidentally, that was when asshole numbers one and two showed up.
Okay.
That wasn’t fair.
Nick had only ever been kind to me. I’d say he’s always treated me like a sister, but that would be weird considering he’d been flirting with me at every turn.
“Getting started without me, are you? I told you that you were a cheater,” Nick teased.
I made a sound of distress when Nick snatched up my second Jack Frosty and began chugging it down. He finished before me even though I had a clear head start. Then, he flashed the biggest shit-eating grinning as he slammed the glass back on the counter.
“I win.”
“How? We weren’t even playing! And that was mine, by the way. You owe me another.” I pouted.
“That’s easy. Give me something hard to do.” Nick hopped onto the stool next to me and flagged the bartender, who nodded and began making two more.
“I guess that leaves us,” Paxton said to Felicity as if he hadn’t planned it all along. “What do you say? Should we hit the slopes?”
Felicity glanced at me, and when I gave nothing away, she nodded softly to Paxton, who held out his hand to her.
“Nick, don’t let her drink too much, will you?”
“Sorry, twin. I can’t promise that. Elle drank me under the table last time. I need to win my manhood back.”
“No chance of that,” I mumbled, making Nick grin. Paxton shook his head, and when he started to walk away with Fel, I called his name.
Pax stopped and turned, and I could feel three sets of eyes on me as I stood from the stool and closed the distance between us.
Grabbing the lapels of his winter coat, I rose onto my tiptoes and kissed his lips. It took longer than it should have for him to kiss me back, and even then, it lacked passion.
“Don’t be long,” I whispered before finally letting him go.
He looked flustered, and for some reason, he cast a guilty glance over my shoulder instead of his before nodding and walking away with my best friend.
When I finally turned back to the bar where Nick was waiting, the last thing I expected was to see the flash of anger and jealousy in his eyes before he quickly gave me his back.
What the hell?
Why did I get the feeling I’d just kissed the wrong twin?
NOELLE
It took me three tries to get the key into the door. Nick had given it to me after abruptly calling it a night, so I’d spent the last few hours drinking alone. There was no one to stop me except the bartender, who had finally cut me off—but not before I got well and truly intoxicated.
Since I kissed his twin, Nick had been in a sour mood as if I’d cheated on him and not his brother, especially considering the fantasies I’d been having about Nick since the airport.
I wasn’t sure if thoughts counted, but as obscene as mine had been, they should.
The room was pitch-black with the curtains drawn and not even a single light left on, but I could still make out the bed and the still figure lying on it.
“Paxton? Are you awake?”
Light snores were my only answer as I tiptoed deeper into the room. It was late, around two in the morning, I think, so it was no surprise that Paxton was asleep. He was a late-to-bed, early-to-rise kind of person, preferring to make the most of each day.
I admired that about him, and as I kicked off my shoes and shed my clothes, I recalled all the other things that made me fall for him.
Perhaps Fel was right, and I was giving up too easily.
Or maybe I was just horny and willing to lie to myself—a natural side effect of the alcohol I’d consumed and the three months I’d gone without.
I climbed into bed once I was down to my panties and bra and curled against Paxton’s hard side. Running my fingers down his abs, which felt harder than I remembered, I slipped my hand inside his shorts and boxers and felt the moment he awakened.
Looking up, I found blue eyes watching me through the dark, and I offered him a lascivious smile.
“What do you say we make up?” I suggested in my best siren voice. It took a lot not to slur my words and give away just how drunk I was. I knew Paxton would be turned off and spend the night scolding me instead.
Paxton didn’t respond, but he didn’t stop me either as I wrapped my hand around his cock and began stroking him. After a full minute and only getting a semi-hard cock for my efforts, I pouted.
“Baby, I know you’re mad at me, but I’m sorry for being a bad girl.”
At this point, I’d say anything to get some dick.
Those must have been the magic words because his dick suddenly swelled in my hand and was now hard enough to break a brick.
I just barely made out his hand as he reached for the waistband of his shorts and boxers, pulling them down enough to free his cock. It was now lying against his bare stomach, and if it wasn’t dark, I knew it would be all purple, veiny, and mouthwatering.
“Hop on it,” he urged when I simply gaped.
My pussy responded at the invitation, and I thought about giving him head before deciding I couldn’t wait. Instead, I hurriedly straddled his waist before shoving my panties to the side. Something about this encounter had me hotter for sex than I’d been in years.
I whimpered the moment I felt his dick part my pussy lips. I rocked my hips, coating his length with my arousal as our breathing became heavy.
“Noelle,” he snapped when he grew tired of my teasing.
Like the good girl I promised I’d be, I positioned his head at my entrance before I began to sink onto him.
“Fuck.” He gasped at the feeling of my tight walls surrounding him. “Elle…”
I moaned.
He was definitely thicker.
I was only halfway down and fuller than I’d ever been when I stopped and chewed my lip. I decided it would have to do. I could feel his eyes on me and his hands roaming my body as I slowly raised and lowered my body.
The moment it started to feel good, I closed my eyes and threw my head back, getting lost in the pleasure. “Oh, Paxton.”
Suddenly, those gentle hands turned punishing when he gripped my waist and forced me down until he was completely buried within me. I let out a choked cry, and before I could even register the shock, he snapped through the dark, “Not Paxton.”
Um…what?
I was still in denial because it was clearly Paxton staring back at me, but then it suddenly dawned on me…
He’d called me Elle.
Paxton never called me Elle.
Only—
“Oh, my God!”
I scrambled to reach for the lamp switch on the nightstand. Once light flooded the room, I realized those were pale blue eyes staring back at me. The wrong blue eyes. Paxton’s were slightly darker.
“Nick? What the hell are you doing?”
“Come again?”
“What are you doing in our room?” I shouted.
“I’m not,” he snapped back. “This is my room.”
I looked around, wondering how I could have fucked up so monumentally. But, of course, Nick was the one who’d given me the wrong key, so the blame was partially his.
“I-I am so sorry. I didn’t mean—” I stopped talking when I realized he was still inside of me. Jesus. I rushed to lift off him when his hands quickly grabbed my waist, keeping me immobile. I gaped at Nick, speechless and utterly confu
sed. “What are you doing?”
His answer was to lift me slowly, only to sink his length back inside of me.
The only sound was our moans as he reached the hilt, and we silently enjoyed the feeling of him throbbing inside of me.
Eventually, the guilt forced me to speak up. “We can’t, Nick.” I shook my head even though I made no move to stop him.
“We already are, Elle. It’s done.”
“N-no,” I stumbled to argue while my heart pounded. “That was a mistake. An honest mistake.”
“Who would believe you? Would Pax?” He paused and gave me a look. “Would you?”
No.
If the shoe were on the other foot, I would never believe Pax had just stumbled into the wrong pussy.
Oh, God.
“Let me go. I have to go. This is wrong.”
“How can it be wrong when it feels this good?” I didn’t respond or fight him as he shoved down my bra and pulled my nipple between his lips. He suckled long enough to drive me crazy, and then he lifted his head. “Fuck me, Elle.”
“But he’s your brother,” I whined even as my hips began to rock. They had a mind of their own with Nick’s cock inside of me. “I belong to—”
His lazy upward thrusts suddenly stopped. “Don’t you dare finish that sentence, Elle. We both know it’s a crock of shit. You picked the wrong brother. Deal with it.”
The slap I unexpectedly delivered to his cheek bought me enough time to lift myself off his cock and make a run for it. Scrambling across the queen bed, I managed to get one foot on the floor before he caught me and dragged me back by my ankle.
“No!” I screamed, not out of desperation but rather as a petulant child who wasn’t getting their way.
I wanted it.
God, I wanted it.
But I didn’t want to face the consequences of letting Nick fuck me.
After throwing me on my back and ripping my panties down my thighs, he shoved my legs apart before climbing between them. I pounded his broad chest and shoulders, which didn’t seem to faze him in the least. “He’ll never forgive me, Nick!”
“Then tell him I raped you,” he callously stated as he lined himself up at my entrance. “I don’t give a fuck, but you’re not leaving this room until I have you.”
Before I could say another word, he shoved his thick cock inside of me.
The scream I let out mingled with his groan of pleasure, and for a moment, neither of us moved. We seemed suspended in time and space as the reality of what we’d done—what we allowed to happen—settled over us.
Nick lifted his head, and when our eyes met, our lips reached for each other at the same time. “Fuck, baby,” he moaned against my mouth. “Tell me this is real,” he urged as he fucked me. “I’ve wanted you for so fucking long.”
Unhooking my bra, I let my back rest against the mattress. My breasts bounced in time with his thrusts, drawing his gaze as I wrapped my legs around his waist.
I could see the feelings he’d kept a secret from everyone, including himself, shining brightly in his eyes now.
I knew because I felt that same freedom within myself.
“It’s real.”
But it could only be real this once.
I knew Nick would come to his senses once this was over and he saw that we could never be. Whether Paxton and I were together or not, Nick and I would always be off-limits.
He made love to me through my first orgasm, and then he quickly flipped me onto my stomach before sinking himself inside me again. I felt his weight on my back and his heat all over as he shoved me into the mattress over and over again.
“I know what you’re thinking,” he whispered roughly in my ear. “But this is not the end. It will happen again. And again. And again. And again.” Each warning was punctuated with a sharp thrust of his hips until my lips hung open, but no sound came, and I was reduced to a wet hole made for his desires. “You’re mine, Elle. Say it.”
A second orgasm ripped through me at that exact moment, and when I finally came down, I whispered the truth he wanted to hear, “I’m yours.”
I felt his gentle kiss on my sweaty shoulder blade just before he yanked my ass in the air.
He then locked a hand around my nape and the other on my hip before proceeding to fuck the shit out of me.
All I could do was snivel and whimper like a wounded puppy as he abused my pussy and made me come a third time.
A bitch didn’t even know she was multi-orgasmic.
“Nick, please,” I whined after I came a fourth time. I lost points for tapping out, but I didn’t even care. I couldn’t take anymore. Dick this good could only come from the devil.
When he didn’t respond, I peered into the mirror adjacent to the bed as much as I could due to his hold on my neck and swallowed.
Sweat glistened from every hard ridge of his naked body as he fucked me with his head thrown back and eyes closed. He was completely lost in the feeling, and the sight left me in awe. It was enough to distract me from my sore pussy as he continued to use me with no purpose other than to fill me with cum.
Deciding to test my theory, I pretended to move out of his hold, and the warning growl that came from him chilled me to my bones. Lowering his head, he slowly opened his eyes, and I watched him through the mirror as he stared down at me.
A moment later, I was yanked upright until my back was against his chest.
Gripping my chin, he turned my head, and then we kissed over my shoulder.
I didn’t even notice him walking us forward on his knees until I felt my nipples brushing against cold, hard wood. Nick abruptly ended the kiss, and that was when I realized my front was now trapped against the tall headboard, and with Nick at my back, there was nowhere to run.
Oh.
“I risked everything to have you,” he whispered. “Stay.”
“I can’t come again,” I whispered back.
He said nothing as he ran a gentle hand down my stomach, spreading heat and desire as if there wasn’t enough of that going on already. When he reached my pussy and began to strum my clit, I suddenly realized what he was up to. “One more.”
I came for a fifth time while he watched and fucked me through it.
Our gazes remained locked as we listened to the sound of our moans mingling, skin clapping, his cock tunneling, and the headboard knocking against the wall.
I saw the exact moment he lost control.
His pupils dilating, warned me just before he grunted. The feeling was indescribable, but it was the look in his eyes that I would remember on all my lonely nights ahead.
I already wanted to see it again, but I remembered the promise to myself.
I searched and waited for the guilt and recognition of what we’d done to come as Nick caught his breath, but it didn’t come.
There was only relief…and the eagerness to do it again.
We were both quiet as he pulled out of me, and then he wordlessly climbed from the bed before disappearing into the bathroom.
I eyed the door as I listened to the sound of water running and wondered if I should leave before he returned. My legs felt like jelly when I finally decided to make a run for it, and I ended up collapsing on the mattress.
I don’t know how long I stayed there, but I must have dozed off because what sounded like a lock slamming into place jarred me awake.
I shot up just as Nick appeared, still very much naked. We stared at each other as he crossed the room, and it wasn’t until he nudged my legs apart that I noticed he was holding a wet cloth.
“I can do that,” I nervously urged when he started to clean me.
Ignoring me as usual, Nick took his time making sure every inch of me was cum free before tossing the cloth on the floor and standing.
I watched him pull back the covers before meeting my gaze. “Get in.”
“I should go before Pax comes looking for me.”
And Nick still hadn’t told me how I’d ended up in his room instead of mine. Had h
e made a mistake giving me the wrong room key, or had he planned this? I didn’t want to believe Nick was the nefarious type, but the fact that he seemed entirely at ease screwing his brother’s girlfriend said a lot.
“He won’t,” Nick assured me with a confidence I found unsettling. “Get in.”
“How do you know that?” I narrowed my gaze. “Where is he, Nick?”
“What the hell do you care? You just screwed his brother. You’re not his concern anymore.”
Shocked by Nick’s cruel reminder of what I’d done, I felt the weight of his words settle on my shoulders as panic twisted my stomach into knots. I scrambled from the bed and went to grab my clothes, but Nick beat me to them and held them out of my reach. “Give them to me, you prick!”
“Get in the fucking bed and take your ass to sleep, Elle. You’re not going anywhere.”
“Fuck you!”
The two of us fought all over the room, probably waking up the neighbors, too, until it ended with me chasing him onto the balcony.
I stood there, eyes bugged out of my head as he held my clothes and shoes over the rail.
Anger quickly fled, and panic took hold.
“Nick. Don’t.”
“Then get your ass in my bed.”
Seeing no other choice than to leave naked, I retreated into the room and climbed into bed. Nick followed eventually, and after ensuring himself that I had followed orders, he crossed the room.
My jaw dropped when he opened the safe and shoved my clothes and shoes inside before setting a code I couldn’t see.
“What do you think I’m going to do?” I snapped as he climbed in next to me. “Leave in the middle of the night?”
Actually, that was exactly what I’d planned to do. The fact that he called my bluff really pissed me off.
“I know how you think,” he claimed as he pulled me close and wrapped his arms around me. “You think I could be this in love with you and not know?”
I grumbled against his chest even though my heart skipped a beat hearing that he loved me. I guessed—or at least I hoped, but…knowing was another thing.
Knowing was everything.