by Kira Blakely
She tightens around me and shrieks again. “Too good!”
“It’s going to get better,” I growl. “Dani, I’m going to fill you with cum. Every day, I’ll fill you with cum. Do you want that?”
“Yes!” She’s lost, her eyes glazed over with hunger, approaching her orgasm.
Tell her. Tell her who you really are.
I fuck her harder, probe her for that orgasm, my girth spreading her walls, forcing her open. I graze her g-spot again and again, increase the pressure with my thumb, watch my cock slide in and out of her, increasingly wet, shimmering with our combined fluids.
My gaze drifts upward to that pussy, to the flat plane of her stomach and that little belly button. I’ll come there next, come all over her body, her tits, too. She’s already had me inside her. Now she needs it on her skin. She’ll never forget this moment.
“Fuck,” she moans. “Fuck, I’m going to come.”
“That’s right, come for me.”
Her back arches, and she lifts off, her legs tightening around my waist. I rise with her.
Dani comes hard, milks my dick for the second time, and once again, I have to hang on to my sanity to keep from filling her right away. But I won’t.
She’ll come again before this is over.
And she’ll know. She’ll know who’s made her explode like this.
Holden can’t do this to her. I’m the only one who makes her come like this.
I have to believe that.
Dani lowers herself again, the aftershocks of her orgasm still pulsing through her cunt, but I don’t stop. I keep circling her sensitive, swollen bud and pumping her. Deep shots with my dick, which thickens at the thought of what I’ll do next.
“You want to come again, baby?”
“Please,” she whimpers, her tits bouncing with each thrust. She’s tightening around me again, ready to blow. I’ve got minutes until it happens. This is it. This is how I want her to find out.
It’s fucked up, but I want her to come knowing that it’s me who’s claimed her. Who’s driven her mad these past two days. That I’m the one who fucks her with reckless abandon, who doesn’t hold back.
Because she’s mine, now. It’s decided.
“I’m going,” she moans and rises again, her tight little ass lifting from my thighs. “Holden, I’m going to come for you.”
On the brink. Perfection.
“Not Holden,” I say and tear my mask free.
Her eyes widen.
“I’m Joey. His brother, Joey.”
“Wha-aa—oh, my. Fuck!” She crashes around me. Her cunt tightens so hard it sucks me in deep and holds me there.
She knows, and she loves it. She loves that it’s me.
She’s lost in rapture again, but this time, her eyes are open, her jaw dropped, and she’s focused on me.
“That’s right, baby,” I growl. “It’s Joey. I’ve come inside you. Claimed you. I took you on the beach yesterday. You’re mine. Do you like that?” If she doesn’t, I’ll pull out. “Do you like that it’s me instead of him?”
Her pussy tightens so hard I swear I can’t move.
“Yes,” she howls. “Yes, Joey, yes. Oh, god.” She screams my name, and it’s too much for me.
She fucking loves it. She fucking loves that it’s me.
I pump three more times, then pull out and squirt my cum all over her stomach, into her belly button, then on her tits, then lower myself and squirt on top of her mound, my balls pressed to the still throbbing flesh of her pussy.
“Mine,” I growl. “You’re mine, Dani, and don’t you forget it. You belong to Joey, now.”
She doesn’t say a word, just drops her head back against the side of the sofa, breathing hard, still staring in a mixture of disbelief and bone-deep satisfaction.
I win.
Chapter 13
Danielle
I lay there, with Holden’s brother’s cum on my belly, my breasts, my pussy, and stare up at him, the aftershocks of the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had rocking through me.
What. The. Fuck.
I stammer wordlessly.
How is this possible?
How could this have happened, and why didn’t he tell me sooner?
“You’re—” I manage.
“Yes,” he replies and stands up. He tucks his moist dick back in his pants and zips up, then walks away.
I’m stunned. I should feel violated or betrayed, but I don’t. Every second I’ve spent with him has been magical. But does that mean it was only him? Just Joey Long, the twin brother I never realized Holden had?
He mentioned a brother, but I had no idea they were identical twins. No wonder they smell different. No wonder Holden has been hot and cold. It hasn’t been just him.
I’ve fucked them both. Or at least, I’ve fucked Joey and sucked off Holden.
This is incredible. It’s terrible.
“This is a nightmare,” I say, pressing the heels of my palms to my eyes. This is a fucking nightmare.
All I wanted was a weekend with the man I’ve fantasized about and now… this. But what is this? I came hard the minute he told me it wasn’t Holden, that it was him. Like his truth, the one that should leave me feeling dirty and betrayed, instead unlocked some great desire inside me.
The connection we have is unbelievable.
Footsteps approach, a beat passes, and then Joey drags a damp towel down my body. He cleans me off, focuses on my breasts, my belly, and then my pussy. He takes special care with my lips and clit.
“I don’t understand how this happened,” I say and drop my hands.
He offers me one of his, and I actually take it. Why does it feel so natural with him?
Even now, when he should be a stranger to me, he isn’t. He’s not strange, he’s familiar, but not in the same way Holden is familiar. It’s like my body understands what happened even while my brain reels to catch up.
Joey sits me up then takes the seat next to me, still holding my hand. My robe is open, my pussy still wet with my juices, throbbing with aftershocks. “How?”
“I invited you here,” he says.
“What?”
“Yes,” he replies. “For Holden. I knew he was obsessed with you but that he’d never act on it, but when I saw you down on the beach, I couldn’t resist. Something about you called to me, Dani. Something in the way you move, how sweet you looked in your white cotton dress.”
“So, it was you on the beach,” I say.
“Yes. It was me. I claimed you that first day as mine. I still feel that way. You belong with me.”
“Belong with you?” I swallow. This is too much.
I’ve loved Holden since I met him, and I definitely don’t know a thing about Joey. Certainly, not enough to claim I love him. Have I loved every second of being with him? Yes, because I’ve loved everything about this past day and night, apart from crying.
The real Holden was probably the one who told me he couldn’t do this anymore. The one who saved me on the boat then abandoned me.
The cold Holden.
The hot Joey.
I’ve liked the time I’ve spent with both of them equally but hated the confusion. Now, everything’s clearing.
“You should’ve told me,” I say and focus on Joey again. “You—you tricked me.”
“I know,” he replies. “Trust me, I’m not big on lying, but fucking you was… it was like I couldn’t stop. And when I wanted to tell you, I found you crying because of something Holden had said.”
Last night, he was the one who came and took me down to the sand. He walked with me and wanted to know more. He cared.
“I wanted to tell you now,” he says. “That’s why I came to the villa. I was here this morning but you were already gone. I went to the docks to find you, but it was too late.” Joey brushes my hair behind my ear and holds my lobe for a second, then releases it. “You, uh, you distracted me with the fruit.”
I glance at the abandoned syrup and cream, the strawberr
ies, pineapple, and raspberries. “Sorry,” I say.
“What? No.” He laughs. “Listen, I’m not big on apologies, but if anyone owes one, it’s me. If I hadn’t led with my dick, none of this shit would’ve happened. Or maybe, I’d have told you sooner.” Joey holds my hand, and I pick out the differences between him and his brother. A mole beside his nose, more of a beauty spot, small and covered by the mask this entire time, and the warmth in his eyes.
He’s more relaxed than Holden.
Stop. This is wrong. You can’t betray Holden like that.
If anything, the confusion is way worse.
Two brothers. Both on the island, and both of them have made me orgasm.
“What do I do?” I whisper and shake my head. “This is a disaster. What do I do?”
“You don’t have to do anything,” Joey replies, then lifts my hand and brushes his lips across the backs of my knuckles.
Heat surges through me. God, my core tightens for him all over again. This is ridiculous. I should feel violated, but it’s like he’s my oldest friend, like we’ve known each other forever.
“I do,” I say. “I have to speak to Holden about this. I—I’m sorry, Joey, but I came here for him. As much as I’ve enjoyed being with you, this isn’t fair. I—a”
“No.” He squeezes my fingers. “No. None of this is your fault. I’ll handle Holden.”
“Handle Holden?” The voice that whips through the room is that same whipped velvet I fell in love with back in New York, except it’s kinked with anger. It’s broken with emotion.
I look up.
Holden stands in the doorway of the villa, his hand on the knob of the front door. He holds it open and glares at us. Me naked, my robe hanging open, my cheeks still flushed from sex with his brother.
No, no, no, not happening.
“Holden!” I jerk my hand from Joey’s grasp and wince. It’s fucked up to do that, but I can’t help it. This is the man I’ve been infatuated with for a month. The one I followed here. And he thinks I purposefully betrayed him.
“What the fuck is going on here?” Holden growls.
I leap to my feet and take a step toward him, grasping at the ends of my robe.
He holds up a palm to me and I stop. Holden points at his brother. “Explain.”
Joey shifts to his feet beside me, the lemony cologne drifting toward me. I tighten again and hate myself for it. “I invited her here,” he says, evenly. “For you. But shit doesn’t always work out the way you plan it. Right, bro?”
Tension bubbles through the room, long, thick ropes of it connecting the two men, drawing them toward each other. Muscles clench, jaws twitch, fists balled up at their sides. This can’t be happening.
“I didn’t know,” I say. “I’m so sorry, Holden, I thought it was you the entire time.” It’s the truth, but I still feel like I’m throwing Joey under the bus, and I shouldn’t. I shouldn’t care. He lied.
But so have I. I’ve lied to myself, because I can’t fucking imagine going back to New York and pretending like none of this has happened.
“She’s telling the truth,” Joey says and places a warm, massive hand on the back of my neck and holds me there.
It’s such a possessive gesture, but I don’t shake him off.
“She didn’t know that it was me who gave her the best orgasm of her entire life until just a few moments ago.” Joey grits his teeth. “And then she came even harder.”
“Stop.” I step away from him, and he lets his hand fall.
“Motherfucker,” Holden growls. “What the fuck have you done? You had no right bringing her here. You had no right to touch her.”
“Touch her! Don’t talk about me like I’m not here,” I snap. “I’m not a commodity to be pulled apart between the two of you.”
They ignore me and stare daggers at each other.
“This is ridiculous,” I say. “It’s a mistake, and we’ll figure it out, OK? Just, don’t get angry with each other over this. Don’t. You’re brothers.” Oh god, and I’m the one tearing them apart.
Joey doesn’t speak. Neither does Holden.
Those ropes of tension connect them in their silence. It feels as if the whole room is about to explode.
Is there any resolution to this? Because I sure as hell can’t figure what that’s going to be.
“I invited her here,” Joey says, as if that’s the end of the matter.
Holden squares his shoulders, rage bubbling across his expression. “She wasn’t yours to invite. She was always my girl.”
Since when?
Chapter 14
Holden
Fury isn’t the correct term for this feeling.
It’s as if every cell in my body is on fire, and each one screams for me to wrap my hands around my brother’s throat and throttle the fuck out of him.
“Your girl?” Joey asks and scoffs at me. He’s still next to her. She’s stepped away from him at least. They’re not touching anymore, but he’s still beside her, in the space where I belong. The space I should’ve taken before this fucking weekend started.
If I had, then he wouldn’t be there, and she wouldn’t have come to Mystique. Instead, we would’ve been out somewhere else, together.
“My girl,” I growl.
“Please,” Joey replies. “You haven’t had the balls to take her properly. To give her what she deserves. She’s not your girl. She’s never been yours.”
“I am right here,” Danielle hisses. “Stop talking about me like I’m in the next room.”
Joey pats the air beside her, a calm-down gesture that achieves the opposite effect. Somewhere in the distance, probably by the banquet hall, a bell rings, signaling the start of another late afternoon party.
“Danielle,” I say, and focus on her.
A shiver passes over her, and it gratifies me. She truly is my girl. She moans my name while she masturbates, for fuck’s sake.
“I know you didn’t realize what was going on,” I say. “None of this is your fault, and that’s fine, but this is… difficult for me. This is my brother.” I have to focus on her to keep from ripping that brother’s head off and throwing it across the damn room.
He’s the one who’s betrayed me.
We’re the twins, the Gemini twins. Two billionaires. Two warriors back to back, defending each other.
Danielle bows her head but doesn’t say anything. Her fists clench at her sides. This must be shit for her, but I can’t contain my jealousy.
It’s a beast, roaring in my chest, demanding I own her, that I prove that she’ll never be my brother’s. That she’s always been mine. That she loves me.
“She enjoyed every second with me,” Joey says and puffs up. He wants this to blow up. That’s his aim. I won’t give him the satisfaction.
I’ve always been the one who’s in control, while he’s prone to losing his temper.
“She thought it was me,” I reply and let out a little laugh. “You’re playing second string again, Joey, just like in college.”
“I’ll fucking kill you.”
“Stop!” Danielle shouts. “Stop it. If you don’t, you’ll have to leave.”
“Choose,” I say, even though it’s fucking ridiculous, and I shouldn’t ask her this, not when she’s still in shock after just finding out it was my brother who summoned her here. “Choose which one of us you want.”
“You can’t—I—what?” She grips two handfuls of hair and tugs on them, the silken caramel strands poking from between her fingers. “You expect me to choose, now?”
Joey eyes her out. He wants an answer, too, the fuckhead.
“Don’t tell me lies,” I say, because the green monster behind my thudding heart won’t stop. It won’t take no for an answer. “I know you love me.”
“You—you do?”
“You love me,” I reply. “Just like I love you.”
Joey grunts as if I’ve punched him in the stomach. God damn, I wish that were true.
“You love me,”
she whimpers.
“Yes,” I reply, and for once, it’s easy for the words to slip from my tongue. The emotion comes freely because it’s her, and I’m close to losing this for good. “I love you.”
“I—I’ve been in love with you since we met, I think,” she whispers. “I only came here to find you. But—you, you didn’t want me. You pushed me away.” Danielle’s liquid brown eyes are aflame now. “You told me that it can’t happen. That it’s too complicated. I’m your nanny, for fuck’s sake.” The words hiss free of her. “And you’re right. This is way too—”
I stride across the space that separates us and take her in my arms, turn her away from Joey. I press her naked body against the front of my T-shirt, brush my fingers down her jawline, then kiss her, hard.
She whimpers and leans into me. I part her lips and kiss her, taste her, claim her as I should’ve before this all started.
“Mine,” I say, into her mouth.
“No.” It’s Joey. He’s still here. Still standing there, staring at us.
“Fuck off,” I say, then kiss my girl again.
Danielle whimpers, and I cup both her breasts, brazen now. I’ll prove that she’s mine, prove it to everyone. I pinch her nipples, and she jerks in my grasp. Her robe falls free and drops to the floor.
I slide one hand up and into her hair, tug lightly, and continue kissing her. Movement catches my gaze.
Joey’s behind her, now, and he lowers himself to his knees. “She’s not just yours, anymore.”
I stiffen. He’s touching her. He’s touching my woman.
Danielle’s eyelids flutter open, and she gasps. A moan escapes her, and she arches her back, presses her breasts against me, and throws her arms around my neck. “Oh, my god,” she whimpers, body trembling.
He’s eating her out.
Fucking prick. He’s trying to take her away from me.
I kiss her again, harder, drawing her attention to me and my lips instead of what he’s doing to her pussy. My girl. That’s all that matters. I’m the one who’ll make her come hard. I’ll get her out of here, take her away from him and—