The Good Twin's Baby

by Vivien Vale

  Who the fuck is Bruce?

  Wait, how did they…?

  The question must be written on my face because the acne-scarred guy checking my IV drip starts talking.

  “We got a tip from some girl named Kristen. Said we might need to check out what was going down at that place tonight.”

  Kristen? Kat’s Kristen?

  I shake my head, grinning despite the fact that I feel like my whole fucking body is on fire right now. Are these motherfuckers holding out on the good stuff? Can’t they see I need more than some fucking Tylenol or whatever useless shit they’re pumping into my veins?

  Kristen must have known all along. Kat was working with her. Hoping against hope that even after all this time I’d somehow make my plan work.

  It took fucking long enough. Seven years is a long goddamn time to wait on someone. Yet she did. She came.

  And despite all the insanity of the past twenty-four hours, we might actually make it through this.

  They must decide it’s time for the good stuff because suddenly my body feels relaxed and I drift into blackness.

  When I wake up I’m in a hospital room. The glaring lights make me blink, temporarily blinded. But when my eyesight adjusts, I feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven, even though for a guy like me, that’s a fucking lot to hope for.

  But she’s like a fucking angel standing there beside my bed, her soft hands gripping mine.

  “Kat.”

  She smiles, that fucking gorgeous smile that’s the only thing that got me through the past seven years of living off the grid, hoping my day would come.

  It finally has.

  “God, Jason,” she says, a smirk on her face. “You really know how to sweep a girl off her feet.”

  I manage a small chuckle. “Don’t you know that by now, baby?”

  Then she’s serious again, leaning down close, her eyes penetrating my very soul.

  “I love you, Jason. You have to know, all of this was part of the plan. Everything that happened.”

  I stop her with one hard stare. “It was my fucking plan, Kat. Don’t you think I know that?”

  I still can’t believe it worked. Well, I think it did.

  “What about the pen drive? Do you have it?” I add quickly.

  She nods her head. “I grabbed it right after I killed Will.”

  “You killed him?” I can’t keep the shock out of my voice.

  She nods. Looks like little Kat has grown up a bit after all. I mean, yeah, she grew up around this shit, but her father shielded her from it. For the most part.

  He didn’t manage to shield her from me.

  Then her words finally sink in.

  “Say that again.”

  She frowns. “I killed Will?”

  “Before that.”

  She smiles slowly, looking fucking perfect. Then after drawing it out for what feels like fucking ever, she finally tells me what I want to hear.

  “I love you.”

  “Fuck, Kat, do you know how long I’ve waited for this?”

  “Seven years?” she says with a smirk.

  “I love you too, baby. I fucking love you so fucking much.”

  “Then why don’t you fucking show me?” Now her eyes are glinting with mischief. “Or don’t you think the nurses would approve?”

  Fuck that. I don’t care what strict orders I’ve been giving. Will is fucking dead, I’ve got my life back, and I have Kat here beside me.

  You better believe I’m about to fuck her brains out.

  I don’t even have to tell her. She just climbs right on top of me, careful of my bandaged leg. And for once I’m not totally despising the fucking hospital gown I woke up in. Because it sure as fuck makes fucking my girl a lot more convenient.

  Kat sinks down onto my already rock-hard cock in one smooth motion, and fuck, she’s so fucking wet and so fucking tight that it takes everything I have not to fill her up with my cum right the fuck now, to claim her as mine once and for all.

  She starts out slowly, rolling her hips as she rides my cock, doing all the work, and I find yet one more benefit to being stuck in a hospital bed. Who fucking knew?

  But then I can’t wait any longer. I grip her hips, digging my fingers in hard enough to bruise, and the moan she lets out shows me just how much she likes it.

  We fuck hard and fast, and before I know it, she’s coming hard, all over my cock, clenching and gripping and convulsing around me while she cries out in ecstasy.

  “That’s right, baby. Tell me I’m the only one.”

  “Always, Jason,” she pants as I continue to drive into her through what feels like a never-ending orgasm. “It’s always been you. I love you.”

  “I fucking love you, too,” I growl again. Then I unload my cum into her sweet pussy, feeling more at ease than I’ve felt in a long damn time.

  I’ve got my girl, my name is about to be cleared, and we have our whole lives ahead of us. Finally, there’s nothing stopping us from being together.

  Nothing could be better.

  Author’s Note

  Hello my darling Vixens!

  Family, what can I say?

  We’ve all got them. And sometimes we all wish we didn’t. Life’s like that though isn’t it? The grass appears greener on the other side of the fence. It’s not different with family. I didn’t have to dig too far into the family history to come up with some black sheep and use them as inspiration.

  Writing has been enormously entertaining as I took different stories and made them larger than life. I hope you enjoy getting to know the characters as much as I enjoyed creating them. And hopefully getting up close and personal with this family will leave you appreciating your own that much more.

  This book was about twins, sibling rivalry and a father who certainly did not lead by example. It’s fair to say this book is for everyone who’s got family, wants family or dreams of being part of a different family. At the end of the day, our family is what makes us. Luckily family sticks by you no matter what.

  Remember — family —you can’t live with them, and of course you can’t live without them! But, they provide a constant source of excitement.

  Love to you all,

  Vivien Vale