The Twin Moon (The Moon Series)

by Christopher, Buffy

  “Thanks.” He lifted the beer to the women in a salute and downed it. He wasn’t in the mood to play the games tonight, but he wasn’t stupid enough to turn down a free beer either. He admired the legs of the girl’s gathered around that table. They were all skinny little sticks in stilettos. His eyes scanned to the right and fell on an incredible pair of what could only be described as fetish shoes made of black patent leather with white polka dots. His heart skipped a beat.

  The toes were open to display a set of deep red polished toe nails. The tall thick heel of the shoe made the tanned foot arch and a black bow sat on top of her toes. He followed the foot to the ankle where a delicate silver chain hung. The calf was curved and just muscular enough, the knee dimpled and cute. The skirt was denim and came to mid thigh. The thick gorgeously round thighs had just enough softness to have fantasies swirling and heating his blood. Those thighs could be locked around my hips…or head. Ian shuddered and downed a sip of Edge’s abandon beer.

  The woman’s butt was nice and round and tapered up to a thinner waist. As she turned sideways, and… Damn, just damn. He could suck those hard nipples until he came. Her top dipped low and a generous portion of her cleavage showed. His eyes trailed down the long line of shadow, longing to trace to it with his tongue and his body caught fire. He breathed deep through his nose as though he could catch her scent at this distance. Ian hadn’t even seen her face yet and he was hard with want. He took in her long neck and her short dark hair that framed her face like a picture. She had round cheeks and full kissable lips that were colored red as her toenails. He couldn’t see her eyes, but when she threw her head back and laughed his cock jerked hard against his denim jeans. The tinkling sound tumbled over Ian’s skin and flooded into his brain. She was a goddess and his mate. Air “wooshed” out of Ian's lungs. Fate had smiled on him today and he was on his feet, moving toward her.

  She spoke to her friends and laughed as she shifted from foot to foot. The woman excused herself and moved toward the bathrooms.

  Ian lost her in the crowd. Damn. He sauntered over to her table instead.

  “Evening, ladies.” He used his sexiest voice. The table hushed as all eyes turned to him. Some blushed and some whispered, then the leader spoke up.

  “Well, hello, Daddy. Where have you been all my life? I’m Rosie.”

  “Ian. Do you ladies have an extra seat? I’m all alone tonight.” Ian grinned his best lady-killer smile.

  “Have a seat.” One of the girls leaned into him.

  Ian waited and listened to the chatter that went on around him at the table. Time seemed to still while he waited for the goddess to return. The girls giggled and flirted with him. He tried not to fall into their flirting. He kept them talking by asking questions about what they were drinking and why they were out tonight.

  Ian had just taken a drink off his nearly warm beer when there was a light tap on his shoulder.

  “Excuse me, I think you’re in my seat,” came the sweetest voice. It was like honey coated velvet.

  Slowly he turned his head and got caught in a pair of luscious brown eyes, lined in smoky eyeliner and thick dark lashes.

  “Well, hello gorgeous.” Ian slid out of the chair and held out his hand. “I’m Ian.”

  She blushed then put her hand in his. “Andy. Nice to meet you.”

  He held her hand, gently pulling her fingers toward his lips, He lowered his head and brushed her knuckles with a gentle kiss. “Pleasure to meet you, too.” He all but purred as he stood back up. His mate was breathtaking, with sweet cherry lips. His tiger roared and jumped inside his head.

  Her eyes had gone wide and her lips quirked on the edges in a cute little smile, her dimples coming out of hiding.

  “Andy, you’re back! Did you meet Ian?” One of the girls asked from the table.

  Andy nodded her head. Ian hadn’t stopped staring as she glanced back at him. Her skin turned a rosy hue of pink and that was the cutest thing Ian had seen in a long time.

  “I would love it if you’d join me at my table?” He motioned toward the empty table not far away.

  “Excuse me?” Andy looked at him funny, her eyes narrowed.

  He leaned in closer and said near her ear, “I would love for you to join me at my table.”

  “Umm, I’m here with my friends tonight.” Andy glanced around the table of women.

  “Go on, Mommy. He’s hot!” Somebody cheered as nods of agreement went up around the table.

  “Go on, Andy. We’re right here.” Rosie winked at her and shooed her away.

  “Alright, then.” Andy obviously trusted Rosie’s judgment.

  He turned toward her group of friends. “Ladies, if you’ll excuse us.” He put his hand on the small of her back and escorted her to his table, while hoots and hollers from her table of friends followed them. Ian’s feet seemed to float on air as he escorted her through the crowd toward the empty table. Ian couldn’t help but smile in amusement.

  The heat from her body seeped through her thin shirt warming his hand. The scent of warm roses washed over him emanating from her skin. Ian wanted to lean against her and smell her hair, but unfortunately he’d reached the table.

  Andy slid into the booth and Ian took the seat across from her at the black lacquered table. Ian glanced over at her. Her chestnut hair was a halo of darkness around her pale face. A wave of desire poured over Ian, the old familiar sensation he had searched for all night that had seemed out of arms reach, but stronger, more potent. Something he could no longer live without. His mate. Ian cleared his throat.

  “What’ll you have?” Ian waved over the waitress.

  “A diet Pepsi with lemon.” Andy stared too, then jerked her gaze away.

  “You sure? If you want something stronger…”

  “No, really Pepsi’s fine. I don’t normally drink.” Andy smoothed a hand over her hair as she adjusted a comb.

  Ian ordered for them both and turned back to Andy.

  “Is Andy short for something?”

  “Yeah, Andrea.” Andy gazed at him her eyes lingered on his face for a minute before they moved over his body.

  “What do you do?” It was all Ian could do to be still as his body burned under her search, but suddenly her gaze snapped up to his.

  “Can I be honest with you here, Ian…?”

  “Landry, my last name’s Landry. Sure go ahead.” Ian’s surprise must have showed because Andy glanced away again.

  “I don’t know why you chose me to bring over here. I mean look at all the other women at the table. I can see much finer choices than me. You mind telling me why?” Her tone was calm, but glancing back at him, fire lit her eyes, making them sparkle in the dark club.

  Ian just stared at her. He couldn’t believe she would say something like that when she was the most gorgeous female he had ever seen.

  “I don’t want to talk to them. I want to talk to you and from where I’m sitting you’re the perfect choice.” Ian smoothed his hands on the table top.

  Andy snorted as if she didn’t believe him.

  “What? You don’t believe me? Andy, you just met me, give me a chance before you doubt my motives.” Ian folded his hands as heat prodded at his chest, like she’d poked him with her finger.

  “Alright, tell you what. You prove to me you’re for real and that you’re not just messing with the fat girl. A guy like you? You could have any girl in here.” She challenged as she crossed her arms under her ample breasts.

  Ian had to force himself to keep looking in her eyes. It was hard to do when all he wanted was to trace the swell of her breasts that set out of the top of her shirt with his tongue.

  “First of all, you insult me by doubting my motives. Then you call yourself fat. Let’s get one thing straight. I chose you because you’re the most gorgeous woman in here.” Ian ran a hand over his jaw. “I’m tired of being alone, Andy. I want to talk to someone tonight. I saw you and something just clicked. You’re perfect and exactly what I’ve been looking for
.” Ian’s gut twisted. He seemed to be revealing a lot about himself so soon. Will she bolt or stay? “So you can take a chance, sit here and talk to me.”

  Andy just stared at him. Then she picked up her glass and took a drink.

  “I’m sorry. I’m not very good at this whole dating thing.” Her gaze drilled into his.

  Ian took a swig of his beer. “So tell me about your last relationship.”

  “Not much to tell really. I met this guy. We started dating and he made excuses when he couldn’t see me.” Andy fidgeted in her seat. “Then strange stuff started to happen. Little things at first, a phone number in his pocket, lipstick on his shirt, he wouldn’t let me answer his phone when it rang, stupid stuff like that. Then I got off of work early a couple of months back…” Ian was sure she didn’t want to continue, but he wanted to hear her story.

  “What happened?” Ian sat forward, leaning his elbows on the table.

  “Well, I came home and bedroom door was wide open and there was my neighbor riding him like a prize stallion. And do you know what the worst part was?” Andy shook her finger at Ian. “When he saw me in the door way, he actually asked me if I could close the door. I started throwing his shit out into the yard. When I went after the stereo, he came after me. God, this is so embarrassing. Why am I telling you this?” She cringed and ran her hands over her face.

  “Because we’re getting to know each other.” Ian reached across the table for her hand. “By the way remind me not to make you angry, because I really like my stereo.” He squeezed her hand.

  “Funny, very funny. Your turn, most embarrassing moment. Spill it, buddy.” She rested her free hand under her chin.

  “Wow, that’s a hard one. Honestly, I’m really not easily embarrassed. My sister walked in on me once getting off in the shower.” His gaze leveled on her and a smile tugged his lips.

  “Really? Do tell.” Andy grinned as she gazed at him.

  “We were probably sixteen. I forgot to lock the door and Ivy never knocked. We had one of those tub shower things with glass doors. You know, when you’re a teenager, you get these urges... Well, there I was, dick in my hand ready to come and she plows into the bathroom. Of course she immediately turned and ran out. It was weird for a couple of days, but she didn’t tell anyone. It could have been worse I guess, it could’ve been my mom.” Ian took a drink off his beer as Andy giggled.

  “Wow. I can’t even imagine that.” Andy shook her head playing with the straw in her diet Pepsi. “Puts quite an image in the brain though.”

  “Hmm, I guess it does.” Ian’s gaze slid over her face as she played with the straw as her cheeks colored a pale rose. “So tell me about yourself. What do you do?”

  “I work for a law firm. I’m an executive assistant by day.” Andy stretched both hands over her head, her breast pushed up and together, like they were going to pop right out of her shirt. A quick fire blazed in the pit of Ian’s stomach, all the way to his balls. He averted his eyes and remembered that her shoes had given him the same reaction.

  “I like your shoes.” He didn’t consider himself a foot man, but those shoes were sexy.

  “What? Oh my shoes. Yeah that’s a weakness of mine. I love these fetish type shoes.” Andy kicked her foot out to the side.

  Ian imagined her in nothing but those shoes. His body tightened. How soft would her sexy feet be against his cock?

  “Put your foot up here.” He patted his thigh. “The one with the anklet.”

  “Um, Ian, I think that’s a little forward.” Andy’s smile faded.

  “Come on, I want to look at those shoes.” Ian couldn’t help himself he needed to touch her, even if it was just her foot. “Please?” He smiled slowly, allowing it to slide over his face until he grinned at her.

  Her cheeks pinked, but she slid her foot between his thighs. His heart skipped a beat as her foot rested close to his cock.

  Twisting her sliver anklet around until he found the little hearts on the chain, Ian rested his hand on the top of her foot.

  “So… both you and your sister were sixteen at the same time? Are you twins?” Andy looked nervously between him and her drink.

  “Yes, we are. I’m older by a few minutes. Her name’s Ivy. Do you have any siblings?” Ian gently brushed his fingers over her exposed flesh and his fingertips tingled, sending little waves of electricity into him. Need flashed through his body hot as a wild fire. He wanted more.

  “Um, no. I’m an only child. My father died when I was a baby. It was always just me and my mom. What about your family?” Andy took a deep breath as Ian began to pet her ankle and down her foot. Her skin was so soft he ached inside and it distracted him from concentrating on the conversation. He’d rather continue to picture her naked instead of making small talk.

  “I actually come from a really big family. Ivy and I are the last of seven kids. We always do the big family get-togethers and holidays. But Ivy and I have always been the closest.” Ian shrugged and his gaze dipped to her toes that snuggled in his lap precariously close to his balls. He gingerly traced the toes he could see, brushing over the smooth red polish on her big toe.

  Andy stiffened under Ian’s touch. Then she shivered, her foot jumped. He gently tugged at her shoe until it came away in his hand and set it aside. His palm brushed the side of her foot, then his fingers wrapped around her toes and massaged gently.

  “You have gorgeous feet.” His gaze was on her feet the whole time as her toes curled. Of course she couldn’t see, she could only feel as his hand stroked over her skin. What will she do? He rubbed her soft skin looking for every little reaction he could illicit from her. Ian glanced up to see Andy had her bottom lip pulled between her teeth. She groaned as he changed the massage deepen it into her arch. “Do you like that?” His mouth tugged up at the corners as her moan rolled between them. He puffed up a bit, thrilled at being able to give her this small pleasure.

  “Yes, it feels very good.” Her voice dripped in that honeyed tone to a breathy rasp.

  “Talk to me, Andy. Tell me what else you like.” His own voice, rough as sandpaper, grated at him. He wanted to know all about Andy. All about her needs and wants. He just plain needed her.

  “Ian, I think I should put my shoe back on.” Andy tried to pull away as she breathed hard, her full breasts heaving.

  “Not yet. What’s your favorite color?” He asked to distract her from her foot massage. More, his tiger demanded. He needed to hear her voice, he couldn’t stop touching her yet, her delicate toes were mere inches from his erection, her skin was soft and perfumed in his hands surrounding him with her rose smell. He moaned with the simple delight of touching her.

  “I like purple.”

  “Yeah, what else?” His hand moved up her foot, massaging her ankle, he slowly pulled her closer to him. Will she notice? He wasn’t sure he should, but he just couldn’t help himself. He needed her in his lap, covering his erection with her round bottom.

  “I love Italian and Chinese.” Andy closed her eyes her mouth gaping open slightly as she breathed deep. His hand closed over her lower calf. He shifted her foot over his thigh and scooted her closer

  “And?” His hands crawled up the top of her knee, massaging, fingers softly caressing the skin there as she slid around the side of the booth and closer to him.

  “Movies, I like movies.” Andy’s brow furrowed and he moved his hand up her thigh closer to the edge of her skirt, she was almost in his lap. Her breath heaved, her eyes snapped open with a wide flare of heat, and he could almost hear her pulse racing over the deep techno thump of the club. With each breath she took the tops of her breasts showed out of her shirt, peeking out at him. His own pulse beat hard in his veins as warmth poured over him.

  Ian lifted her up like she weighed nothing and placed her in his lap, his left arm encircled her waist and rested on her hip, his right brushed the hair back from her ear. Andy lowered her head.

  “What else do you like, Andy?” Ian whispered in her ear, his brea
th raising goose bumps over her skin.

  “Chocolate,” she whispered as his lips touched her neck. Sweet soft skin teased him as he placed a gentle kiss on her throat and his hand rested on the top of her thigh. She sucked in a quick breath at his touch. Then he darted out his tongue to taste her sweet pale skin. Hunger rose up strong inside of him and a growl threatened to rumble out of his chest. He lingered a minute just touching the silkiness on his tongue.

  He turned her chin to him gently, her closed eyes were squeezed tight her brow furrowed as she worried her bottom lip with her pearl white teeth.

  “Open your eyes.” His voice rasped out of him, rough even to his own ears, gritty. She slowly did as he asked and the gorgeous brown gaze of hers peered up at him from behind her raven lashes. Her eyes were dark with desire, her pupils dilated and her breath hitched then expelled slowly. “I’m going to kiss you, Andy. I just can’t help myself.”

  Then his mouth descended on hers brushing gently back and forth to feel the plumpness against his own lips. Her breath seemed to catch for a moment and then he traced the seam of her lips. Andy opened her mouth and he slowly breached the barrier of her teeth. He ran his tongue over hers in a slow sensual caress. She was hot and sweet, tasting of diet Pepsi and lemon. He tightened his arm around her waist as he held her neck with his other hand and stroked her jaw lightly with his thumb. Her hands were on his chest touching the muscles under his linen shirt, shaping him sending his need higher. It was all he could do not to purr in response to the gentle stroking. She sighed into his mouth, body going pliant and he deepened the kiss, rasping her tongue with his. She pushed back, her tongue leaving her mouth and entering his. Fire shot through his body, in response to the kiss. He pulled back and murmured against her. “My God, you taste good. My sweet Andy.” She sighed as he took her mouth again.

  His hand squeezed at her hip pulling her closer to him, Andy’s arms slid up and around his neck, her fingers playing with the hair above his collar. Ian ached in a thousand different ways needing her hands on more than just his hair. His hand drifted over her hip and ended up on her stomach when he finally broke the kiss.