The Twin Moon (The Moon Series)

by Christopher, Buffy

  “I know. I swear I can’t take it, Rosie. Rich is going to make me crazy or I’m going to murder him so I can have some peace.” She handed Rosie a paint roller and loaded her own then started on the garage.

  “I vote you kill him. It would be so much more fun to see the fucker bleed out, then watching my best friend drift slowly into madness.” Rosie used a deranged vampire voice as she started on the opposite side of the garage. Andy laughed. It was good to laugh in the midst of the insanity. “Did you call Ian last night?”

  “Oh yeah. God. I am in so much trouble with him. We almost had phone sex last night.” Andy reached up higher to get the top of the W.

  “Really? Do tell.” Rosie laughed.

  “I can’t help it. I hear his voice and I turn to jell-o. My insides just go liquid around him and all I can think about is sex. What am I going to do?” Andy whined as she rolled the primer over the red then turned to load her brush.

  “Do you like him that much?” Andy glanced at Rosie and she had an eyebrow raised staring at her.

  “I really do. Do you know he works at a community center helping teenagers? He cares about his sister and is worried about my problem with Rich. He just met me.” Andy flung her arm out and paint went sailing through the air landing on Rosie’s shirt. “He seems so perfect,” she sighed.

  “I wonder what’s wrong with him? And watch where you’re swinging that thing.” Rosie studied her painting job the paint roller tapped on her chin. “Oo, Oo, maybe he’s bi and wants you for his gay three-way with his boyfriend.”

  Andy, used to Rosie’s strangeness just kept painting as she replied. “You are so weird. You know that right?”

  “You’re just jealous because I could be right. Anyway, just because he just met you, doesn’t mean he can’t care about you. Don’t you believe in love at first sight?” Rosie reloaded her roller and turned back to the door.

  “I do, it’s just, after Rich, I’m scared. I don’t want to believe I can fall in love again with someone who might turn out to actually be good and decent. I’m afraid he’ll turn out to be another mistake.” Andy grimaced at her words. They were harsh and ugly. She hated that she thought that way now, but she did. Once could be called an accident, twice there was just no cause for it. In her opinion that was just stupidity.

  “You have to take chances in love. You never know what’s going to happen if you don’t give it a shot. You don’t want to be some lonely old woman with a dried up…”

  “Rosie! I swear you have such a dirty mouth.” Andy shook her head as she finished the H.

  “I was gonna’ say hoo hoo. I’m just saying give him a chance even if that means having phone sex with him.” Rosie finished the R.

  “Fine. I’ll try. I just hope Rich stays away. I hate having him in my life all the time.” Andy worked on the O. What would giving Ian a chance mean? Opening her heart and allowing a man she hardly knew inside. Taking that risk with herself all over again, mentally and physically. Trusting again. It had been a long time since she’d left Rich, but her arm tingled faintly about the final straw. She just hoped he didn’t escalate into violence again.

  It took Andy and Rosie an hour to finish the primer. They put on two coats because the red bleed through the first one. Then agreed it would be best if to let it dry before putting the paint on over it.

  By the time the painting was finished and she ate dinner it was nine o’clock. Andy thanked Rosie for coming over and secured the gate and door after she left, then set the burglar alarm that had been installed that morning. There. The house was secure and Rosie had feed Dallas while she was over. Andy showered and pulled on her tank top and sleep shorts all while pictures of Ian danced in her head. She wanted to call him.

  By the time she crawled in bed it was almost ten. She picked up the phone and stared at it for a minute. She wanted to talk to him. His voice always had that sexy dreamy quality to it that wrapped around her body and made her heart beat faster. She glanced at the sheet leaning against her lamp, but in reality she had memorized his number already. Her heart beat faster as she dialed the phone, excitement dancing over her nerves, her body shaking just a little. Would he be awake?

  “Hello?” His voice was just as deep and sexy as she remembered.

  “Hi Ian, it’s…”

  “Andy.” He said at the same time. “I wasn’t sure you were going to call. You hung up so fast last night I thought you had changed your mind about talking to me.” He said it in a way that teased, but sounded hesitant to.

  “No. I still want to talk to you. I just scared myself last night. I’m not usually so in tuned with someone so quickly.” Andy ran her fingers through her damp hair.

  “It’s…” Ian cut himself off and Andy wondered what he was about to say. “Maybe we just have compatible personalities.” Ian groaned as he shifted.

  “Hey, how are you feeling today? Any better?” Andy scooted down in her covers snuggling into the fluffy pink comforter.

  “Yeah better, just a little sore still. I’m a fast healer. What about you? How was your day today?”

  “Oh, you know, work was busy. Rosie came over and had dinner with me.” Andy didn’t want to tell him about the signage on her garage door. It embarrassed her enough that the word had been there to begin with.

  “What are you doing Friday after work?”

  “Nothing. Why?” Andy’s ears perked up as her heart tripped over itself. Is he about to asking me out?

  “I thought maybe we could go to dinner and I could take you dancing.”

  “I’d love that. I love to dance, but Rosie’s a bad partner, she always steps on my feet.” Andy grinned happily. She couldn’t wait to go dancing with Ian. Going out would be so much fun. “I took ballet and tap for years when I was a kid. My mom loved to go to recitals. She always had her video camera.”

  “I bet you were adorable. I can’t wait until I have kids and can do that kind of stuff. They teach classes at the Haven, the community center I work at. The kids are so cute.” Ian sounded happy as he talked about the kids at the center. “They like to practice in front of someone so sometimes they ask the staff to be the audience. Speaking of kids my sister is having a baby. Well, babies actually.”

  Andy loved the way Ian talked about the kids. He sounded eager to have his own and that just scored him more points in Andy’s book. “Your sister’s pregnant? How far along is she?”

  “She’s due any time now. Twins. Just like she and I. I can’t wait to spoil them rotten.” He was definitely smiling now.

  “You sound so happy.” Andy could tell he loved his sister a lot.

  “I am. Ivy and I are the babies. This is a huge deal for our family, I mean for her to be having twins. I just worry about her, she’s so small, only five foot three. I don’t know where she’s keeping two babies.”

  “The body is amazing. You’d be surprised how it’ll accommodate a baby, or two. What did you mean just like you and her?” Andy liked that Ian was so concerned over his sister. It made Andy happy that he was a caring person.

  “One’s a boy and one’s a girl. They know from the ultrasound. They have pictures and showed me. They look so weird in them, then Ivy got these three-D images done and you can actually see them, what they look like. It’s unreal. There like real people, just miniature.” The sound of amazement in his voice made Andy giggle. “What? What’s so funny?”

  “You. You’re so cute. Miniature people.” Andy giggled again tickled by his comparison of the babies.

  “Well, they are.” He laughed then as well. “My point was they’re these perfect little people, all formed and ready for the world, just in there baking, waiting for their time.”

  “Has she picked out names yet?”

  “Not that I know of. They were arguing over the girl’s name. Edge wanted something simple like Amy and Ivy was determined to have Aribella. The fight’s been on ever since. I think if I had kids I’d let my mate name them.”

  “Mate?” Andy was confuse
d by that. She’d never heard that term before.

  “I meant wife. Mate is a term my family uses a lot, as in life mate, soul mate.”

  “That makes sense. I’ve just never heard it before. That would be nice, but why would you let your wife name your baby?” Andy understood now what he meant.

  “I just mean the woman carries the baby for nine months, she should have more of a say so in what the name is. That’s what I think anyway. Edge will cave eventually; he’s a sucker for Ivy.” Ian chuckled.

  “What’s so funny?” Andy listened to Ian’s deep voice as he laughed. The sound was a deep rumble as it rolled over her body, making her nipples tighten.

  “Edge, my brother in law. You’ll have to meet Ivy and Edge sometime. Edge is big and muscled up. He’s built like a house. And he’s all gruff and grumbling all the time. Then he meets Ivy and now he’s all happy and hugs people all the time.”

  “Is that a bad thing, him being happy?” Andy listened intently, eagerly hanging on his every word and enjoying every minute of this conversation.

  “No, of course not. It was just strange to see him go from so gruff to so… I don’t know. Soft. You’ll have to meet Edge to understand what I mean.” Ian shifted over the phone and this time there was no groan.

  Andy smiled happy at the sign he was better.

  “So.” Andy was quiet suddenly as the silence stretched between them.

  “Where are you?” Ian’s voice dropped a little.

  “In my bed, under the covers.” Andy smiled a little knowing where this was about to lead.

  “What are you wearing?”

  “A gray tank top and some black sleep shorts. Not very sexy I’m afraid. I just got out of the shower.” Andy glanced down at the covers that were pulled up to her chin covering her body as if she hid from prying eyes.

  “No, tank tops are sexy. They stretch tight over breast that are free from bras. Look and see I bet I’m right?”

  Andy picked up the covers and peeked underneath. Damn,he’s right.

  “Yup. Stretched tight, with my nipples like little pebbles underneath.” Andy’s face and chest heated as she said it.

  “Oh, really? And why would they be hard?”

  Andy kept quiet. What should she say? She could just tell him he turned her on. Or she could play hard to get and act like nothing was wrong at all, but what fun would that be?

  “Probably because I’m turned on.” Andy held her breath as she waited to hear what Ian had to say.

  “Turned on?” His voice deepened again into a rough caress. “Why are you turned on?”

  “Your sexy voice turns me on. I love to listen to you talk.” Andy slid her hand over her breast and her nipple hardened even further.

  “Just to hear me talk? Or is it the things I say to you? Do you like it when I talk dirty to you?”

  “Yes. I love the pictures you paint with your words. They make me feel like you’re here with me, touching me. Will you touch me, Ian?” Andy rubbed her breast in her hand squeezing gently imagining it was Ian.

  “Oh, yes. Peel that tank top off for me so I can see your breasts.”

  Andy sat up in bed and took off her tank top dropping it on the floor next to the bed. “It’s cold in here.”

  “That’s all right. I’ll warm you up. Touch your breast for me, run your palm over your nipple so you can feel it in your hand.”

  Andy did what Ian asked allowing her nipple to slide against her palm, then squeezing her breast in her hand. “More.”

  “Take your nipple between your index finger and your thumb for me. Roll it around and pinch it. How does that feel?”

  Excitement rolled through her, causing a damp desire between her thighs. Andy pulled on her nipple just a little bit making it peak, and pinched it between her fingers. “Mmm, so good, maybe if I squeeze just a little bit harder…” Andy gasped.

  “That’s it, baby. Talk to me, tell me about it.”

  “Oh, Ian, it makes me ache between my legs. My breasts are hot, my nipple is throbbing. I want more.”

  “Slide your hand down your stomach for me, inside your shorts. What do you feel?”

  “My skin’s smooth over my stomach, like velvet. There’s a little bit of curly hair touching my fingers. Should I stop?” Andy teased her fingers through her curls waiting with anticipation for his next command.

  “No, keep going tell me what you’re touching.”

  Andy slid her hand down over her outer lips, her heart speeding up as she touched her own sex, something she didn’t do often. “I’m wet and swollen and smooth.” Andy wanted the image of her shaved sex to sink into Ian’s brain. When he sucked in a deep breath she continued. “My clit’s throbbing and it aches.”

  “Rub it for me, slow in small circles. Do you want to know what I’m doing?”

  Andy’s breath hitched a little as she rubbed small circles over her hard clit, it rolled under her fingers, gently pulsing in time with her heartbeat. Heat spread through her body, pooling in her belly as the actions sent excitement and desire for Ian burning through her. If she could only see him right now and see what he was up to. She had a pretty good picture in her head. His lean swimmer’s body laid out on her bed, tanned and muscled, his cock standing straight up from a nest of blond curls. The picture made her mouth water. “Tell me what you’re doing, Ian.”

  “I’m running my hand over my cock. It’s hard for you, Andy. The idea of you rubbing your clit for me made me as solid as rock. I can just picture your hand between your thighs, all that shaved pink flesh of yours shiny for me. Do you want me to stroke myself?”

  “Oh, God yes. From base to tip. Up and down and back again.” Andy closed her eyes as she listened to Ian breath into the phone, he moaned just a little bit and she savored the sound and rubbed faster, more serious about reaching an orgasm than just playing. “How does it feel?”

  “That feels good, it would be even better if it was your soft hands on me. Would you stroke me? Rub my erection until I was ready to come?”

  “Yeah, I could only imagine how soft skin is and hard you are underneath. When I shift my hand up and down your shaft your pre-come leaks out. I use my fingers to rub over your slit and wet your cock with it make my fingers slide against you gently.” Andy rubbed faster at the idea of getting Ian off. It made her whole body hotter and hotter until she could see electric sparks of blue behind her eyes. “Then I could touch your balls, run my hand over them and cradle them between my fingers, maybe even squeeze them. Oh, Ian, I think I’m about to come.”

  “Do it for me baby. I’m almost there, too.” Ian’s breaths were heavy in the phone as he panted. “You are so hot and sexy. Let me hear you come.”

  Andy arched her back as lightening shot through her body and sensation narrowed down inside her aching pussy. Then everything exploded all at once ripping her apart, blinding white light flashed behind her eyes as her core went super nova and she cried out.

  “Oh, Ian!” Her body spasmed as she came and Ian grunted on the other end of the phone, she pressed it closer to her ear so she could hear him better.

  “Yeah, I’m gonna come.” He moaned long and low. Andy listened intently as her body sizzled with left over tingles and she shivered. She had never done anything like this before with anyone, but boy did she like it. Andy stretched like a cat, her arms raising high above her head and twisting to the side.

  “That was yummy.” She sighed and opened her eyes in the dark room, her body warm and slightly tender now that she had rubbed it so hard.

  “Yes, it was. You are so damn sexy. I can’t wait until I can see you do that in person.”

  Andy blushed as she realized he meant it. He wanted to watch her get off in front of him. Getting off wasn’t such a big deal and the idea of him stroking himself off as she watched made her heart do a little dance in her chest. “Only if I can watch you, too.”

  “See? So sexy. Don’t you have to work tomorrow?” Ian’s voice had taken on a sleepy quality and, as if on
cue, he yawned.

  “Yes, I...” Andy glanced at the clock. “Ian, it’s after midnight. I better go. I’ll talk to you later. Good night.”

  “Sweet dreams, baby.” He said the words slow and drawn out and they tingled over Andy’s skin.

  “You, too.” She hung up with his voice still in her ears and her heart beating a tattoo in her chest. They had started something here between them. Something big.

  Chapter Seven

  Ian rested his head in his hand as he waited for Gavin in the lounge. He’d stayed up late last night on the phone. Getting up early to meet with Gavin before school was a good idea but it was, Ian glanced at his watch, before six. Ian took a sip of his coffee. This was a conversation only meeting, a counseling session. He needed to work on the boy’s emotions before school or he could have an episode and be pulled out before he made it through High School.

  The sound of a thump brought Ian’s head up. Gavin sat slumped into the chair next to him.

  “Morning.” Ian stared at the kid who crossed his arms over his chest. Classic defensive posture. “Not a morning person?”

  “I don’t need counseling.” The frown on the cubs face was so intense his eyebrows touched.

  “Edge says otherwise, and since he’s the boss, here we are. You can sit there and stare at me or we can talk. Then I can tell you about the surprise I have for you.” At that the kid’s eyes perked up. “How about I tell you more about me.”

  Gavin shrugged like he didn’t care, slumping back down his legs sprawled out under the table.

  “I just met my mate. This week in fact and she’s human.” Ian took a sip of coffee, just barely keeping the mug from shaking. He’d been through the counselor training, but he wasn’t sure this was the best route to go to get Gavin to trust him. He wanted the cub to know he understood on some level. His own anxieties over having a human mate hovered in the back of his mind.

  “Yeah, you told me that the other day. Does she know?” Gavin glanced up, the scowl a little less pronounced.

  Ian shook his head. “No, she doesn’t.”