by Aven Jayce
“I know, right? Amber Linnet. Amber Linnet. I love it!”
“He made you his twin.”
“He did?” I take it back and look at the date of birth. “I’ll be twenty-one in three months, just like Jack. Oh my God, he’s so wickedly sneaky. He had this all planned out and didn’t tell us. Why? Why didn’t he tell us?”
“He enjoyed watching us suffer.”
“Could be... this must be how the cop let us off. He saw these fake IDs. Quinn, are we free? Can we start over?”
“I don’t know.”
“Yeah, but is it real? I mean, of course it’s not real, but you think we can actually use this stuff?” I look at the social security cards and birth certificates, past employment list and former residences, which includes an address for Jameson Hotel. “We have a past. You have a life. And we have enough money to get a place and live like real people.”
“Even though we’re fake.”
“How ironic, we’re fake, except somehow we exist. Did you get a note from him, too?”
I pass him mine and he reads it with a grin, then shows me the one that was in his envelope.
Stay out of trouble and keep my pseudo-sister safe. Catch ya on the flip side.
“There’s also a Vegas address and job applications.”
“For what?” I prop myself up on my elbows as he looks at the application forms.
“The Fox Palace Hotel and Casino in Vegas. He has the catering boxes checked. He must have jobs lined up for us.”
“Bizarre. His family must have a lot of connections.”
“I suppose being in the porn business and owning hotels and the retreats that they would. Mostly from the porn, I’d guess.”
“Why?” I ask.
“That has to be a sleazy business. You’d have to be ‘in’ with the right people and have connections in order to protect yourself, especially if it was a big company.”
“Well, he beat me.”
“At what?”
“When I crept out to the barn at the retreat, I thought I was the tricky one and would be able to beat him at his own game. Silly, I know, I have a big ego. But he won. I was duped.”
“No we won, considering how miserable he is with his dad and his life. I’d say we came out on top. He’s still struggling with whatever demons he’s got inside him.”
I sigh. “Well, I hope he gets what he wants, that inheritance or whatever he’s waiting for.”
“I have a feeling he will.”
We inspect the IDs, passing papers back and forth, counting the cash, which turns out to be five grand total, all while having wild grins plastered across our faces.
It’s a start.
It’s more than a start.
Ellis Moore.
Amber Jameson.
We have a way out.
“You think Dylan got this stuff, too?” I ask.
“I’m sure of it. I bet he’s in Vegas somewhere.”
“Is that where you want to go?”
“I don’t know, do you? Should we? I feel somewhat obligated since he did all this. It’s a lot of money, and fuck, just look at this profile. I was way off with him, he was trying to help us out.” He stares at his new identity, his hands shaking and feet twitching. “That assclown is my savior.”
“So you wanna follow the address and work there, or you wanna do our own thing? It’s up to you, Ellis.”
“The question is if you’re willing to do this, not me. Can you leave behind Adlyn Moore and become someone else? I don’t have the same problem since I don’t have anything to begin with, so it’s up to you.”
He bites his bottom lip, waiting for an answer.
That question goes back to making the decision to leave with him in the first place, only now it’s a chance to start over, completely over, and the answer for anyone in this position depends on who or what is being left behind.
Besides my aunt and uncle, my old life no longer exists. It’s been in transition for a year. Unsteady, temporary, in flux.
This may be what I’ve been waiting for, or what I need.
I roll to the edge of the bed and dig through my bag, taking out my cell and rolling back to his side.
“You calling your aunt?”
“Yep, and answering your question.”
I listen to the ring, taking a deep breath when I hear her pick up.
“Addie?”
“Hi.”
“Can we come get you? What city are you in? Do you have your bankcard? You need money for a bus? We want you home.”
“Shh, listen. I’m gonna make this short.”
“Why don’t you ever answer my calls anymore? I tried this number all night long.”
I look at the side of the cell and see that the ringer’s been turned off.
With another deep breath, I say, “I love you very much.”
“We love you, too, honey. Come back now, okay? I’m begging you this time. It’s dangerous to be around those men.”
“You know that joint account we have with the money from my mom’s house? My money for college? Go ahead and keep it. I won’t be—”
“What? No.” She stomps her foot. “What are you doing?”
“Keep what’s in there. I won’t be back to use it, I won’t be back at all.”
“No. No. No. Don’t you dare do this!”
“It was supposed to be used for college, and since I’m not going back to school, it’s not right to use it for anything else.”
“You ARE going to school.”
“I promise I’ll call you again someday.”
“Someday?”
“I love you, and I love Brian. Remember that.”
I hang up and drop the cell on top of my bag, turning to Quinn for a hug. He takes me lovingly into his arms and kisses the top of my head, moving his legs over mine in a protective embrace.
“You okay?” he asks, rubbing my back.
“I am okay. I feel great, actually. Better than I’ve felt in a long time.”
I run my hand down his side and back up to touch his hair, pulling him closer.
We brush lips while our mouths prowl, experiencing a whirlwind of emotions before our ravenous craving takes hold with a tangled tongue-action kiss.
His towel disappears in a flash, along with my shirt.
“God, we haven’t been alone in such a long time,” he says, kissing my tits while unbuttoning and unzipping my jeans.
“I know. Even in the pool, people were close by.”
His hand slinks under my panties and touches my excited flesh.
“I want you.” He moans, sliding a finger into my heated wetness.
I spread my legs, shuddering when his thumb circles my clit. His fingers... the motion... his kisses... it all makes me ache for him.
“You’re my everything.” He brings his hand out and tugs off my jeans. “I can’t wait to make love to you.”
I jerk my waist upward, needing to feel more.
“Make sweet, sweet love to you,” he whispers in my ear, giving the lobe a soft bite as he lowers onto me. “We can take our time and I can give you whatever you want, whatever you need, anything at all.”
I throw my head back and expose my neck for kisses, inciting him with gentle sighs of pleasure. A tingling sensation is building inside, possessing everything from my sex to my heart.
His lips lower to my breast, lavishing me with enchanting kisses on my erect nipple. He traces his tongue across my chest and back again, sucking in my tit and engulfing it with heated breaths.
“Quinn.” A flush creeps up his face as I stroke his hair. “I want you inside me.”
“You want us to fuck?” he says in a seductive voice. “Will you say my name if I put my cock between your legs?”
“Yes.” I let out a quick gasp. “Yes.”
His mouth hovers over my chest, giving each nipple a soft bite and a suck.
“Touch me more..
. down here.” I move his hand to my waist. “Touch me.”
“I will. I’m going to treat you to a long and passionate fuck now that we’re alone.”
“Long?” I exhale.
“Oh, you know exactly how long it is,” he says, putting his stiff cock between my legs.
“Mmm. And what can I do for you?”
“You forgot to say my name.” He thrusts his rock-hard flesh into me.
“Quinn!”
“That’s better.”
With a radiant grin, he tempts me with another launch forward, sending his cock against my outer lips. “Don’t worry about me, this turns me on more than you could ever imagine. Close those pretty blue eyes of yours. Don’t look. Focus on my touch.”
My eyes close, reveling in his slick tongue performing swirls around my tit while his delicate hands explore my taut stomach. He lowers inch by inch, the compression I felt from his dick now replaced with his warm breath as he licks my clit.
I arch my back while his graceful tongue works its way down and inside, making me whimper and clutch the sheet.
My legs straighten.
My insides curl.
My ears whirr.
Gone.
“I lost my hearing for a moment.” I grin.
“Good, I’ll do it again.” He holds my hips so I can’t get away, his tongue diving in then slipping out, swiping my clit, racing around and back down in an intoxicating sway. “You smell wonderful, like sex.”
“You feel wonderful,” I reply.
He blows lightly on my skin, causing me to giggle before starting a two-fingered fuck.
“I can’t take this.” I clutch the sheets tighter.
“Already? It’s way too soon to say that.”
I place my fingers over my clit and try to finish my release, only to have them pushed away.
“I got you covered,” he whispers. “I can take care of you.”
“Now... please,” I plead, my body shaking from head to toe.
He holds my hands over my head and deposits wet kisses along my neck. I try to glide into him, but he lifts his waist, forbidding contact with his dick.
“Fuck me, Quinn. I want you.”
“We just started. Do I turn you on that much that you can’t control yourself?”
“Yes, you do. And I love it. My entire body is on fire.” I open my legs wider, giving my approval for him to come inside.
He nibbles at my shoulder, kissing his way down to my waist, caressing my tits on his way back up. He licks my neck, bites my chin, and breathes faster when he captures my lips.
Moving the hair off my face, he says, “Okay. We can fuck now, beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I smile.
His mouth opens a slit as the tip of his cock finds my inner lips, gently parting them and sinking inside.
“Go slow. Don’t lose control,” he requests. “Keep with my pace while we fuck.”
“I will,” I whisper, moving right along with him, clenching my muscles around his solid length.
“Good. Keep it slow,” he says. “Let me make love to you.”
I raise my head and kiss his neck as his rigid cock stretches me wide to meet his size. My toes point to the ceiling, savoring each and every deep drive.
He pushes as far in as my body will allow, then keeps still until my throbbing muscles relax with his.
“This sensation is unbelievable. Being in your soft, warm pussy... it’s never been this good. Never. I love you, Addie. The only way I can describe what I’m feeling is to say I love you.”
My orgasm grows from his words, increasing even without any movement.
He sits back on his legs and brings my knees to my chest, staring down at his surging cock.
“I could cum so fast from the sight of your gorgeous body underneath me.”
“I’m close.”
“Yeah?”
“Close. Yeah.” I tilt my head back, eager for more pleasure.
My legs lock around his waist, pulling him closer, needing pressure over my clit.
He withdraws for a split second, touching my outer lips before racing back inside.
With his hands on my ass, he moves forward, stimulating my clit with his groin and devouring my pussy with his powerful dick.
I close my eyes and grab his hips, trying to guide the fuck.
I want him. I need him. I need all of him.
“I’m close. I’m so close...”
He keeps a steady rhythm, staying even and calm, putting more pressure on my clit while capturing my lips. He only wants to please me, not asking for anything else but my release.
A twinge becomes a tremble as my wet flesh erupts and I come apart around his shaft, bursting with forceful pulsations. I sink my nails into his back, unable to breathe.
Every thrust induces a rush of warm waves to spread throughout my body. My hands begin to tremble and my legs twitch as muscle spasms encase his cock.
It’s here.
Oh God, it’s here.
His dick becomes even more engorged as he stops to enjoy my orgasm. With heavy breaths, he sets his cheek on my chest, listening to my stampeding heart.
“Good, huh?” he asks in a sensual voice, knowing full well it was spectacular.
“So good.” I exhale. “So, so good.”
“Are you ready for me?”
“Always.” My legs hug his hips even tighter. “I’m sensitive though.”
He gives me a quick kiss, his face alight as he straightens his arms, rising above me to watch my body bounce under his.
“Jesus.” He pistons in and out, employing short drives of his slick cock.
Sporadic breaths are joined with quiet ohh’s as he increases his pace.
We pant and fuck harder and harder until he lowers over my heaving chest to taste my plump, salty lips.
My fingers take a provocative dash down his back and up his sides, causing him to shudder from the arousing touch.
“Say you want me,” I demand.
“I do.” His response charges out. “I want you, Addie.”
“I can’t wait to feel you cum,” I say in a sultry voice. “I love it when you fill me. When your hot cum fills me. I’m waiting for it.”
“St-stop. No, don’t stop. Don’t.”
My legs lock higher around his chest as his hips buck into me.
“Uh, I’m gonna cum... I’m gonna cum.”
He tumbles rapidly into his orgasm; his back arched, arms shaking, becoming lost in total silence when the spasms of his cock take control.
I trace unhurried caresses over his hips, up his muscular stomach to his erect nipples, giving them a gentle flick.
“Fuck.” He falls to the bed and releases ragged breaths. “Fuck, that was good.”
With a roll onto his back and his arm placed across his heaving chest, he basks in the aftershocks of his sexual high. “Damn, that was incredible. Making love to you is my favorite thing in the world.”
I laugh and prop myself up on my elbow, watching his dick pulsate next to me. “Your favorite?”
“Yep.” He takes a mighty breath. “That and talking to you... but the sex is awesome.”
I kiss his cheek and cuddle by his side, running my fingertips across his chest.
“That was nice,” I whisper.
“It definitely was.”
He turns to look at the cash and ID’s, shaking his head in disbelief.
“I thought it was a dream, but it’s all still here.”
I reach over his chest and pick up the licenses, studying the names and addresses.
“We live together.”
“Really?” He takes a look. “Wait a sec.” He picks up the list of employment references and holds it next to his license. “The address on the license is the same as one of my past employers... Jameson Hotel.”
“So you used to work and live at my fictitious family’s hotel? We can say that’s how
we met, working together at the Jameson.” I laugh.
“What a cover he created, or someone created for us. This is good, I guess. We’ll need it to rent an apartment.”
“Or for other stuff, like cashing a paycheck.”
“True.”
“I wonder if we’ll ever see him again. He said ‘catch ya on the flip side.’ Where?”
“Maybe at this Vegas address he left?”
“Maybe.”
We look at each other and smile, our lips joining for a long after-orgasm kiss.
“You’re terrific,” he says.
“You too.”
“So we’re doing this?” He leans on his elbows and stares at the door. “We’re going to become Ellis and Amber when we leave this room?”
I join his upright position, seeing thin rays of sunlight breaking through the doorframe and along the outer edge of the closed window curtain.
“I think we can walk out that door and step into a new life without looking back,” I say.
He gives my hand a firm squeeze and pulls me closer to his side.
“We can’t let our past define us anymore. When we set out today, promise me you’ll no longer let the death of your mom follow you, only her life, the good parts, not the bad.”
“Same with you. You’re no longer stuck. You can do anything now, being homeless and feeling lost is over. Leave it behind.”
We look at one another, then back to the glints of sunlight, drawing us toward our new life.
“So,” he whispers.
“So,” I whisper back.
“You think we’re about to leave Jack’s lair? Or are we about to step headfirst into it?”
“Oh Lord... good question.”
Chapter Twelve
FULL CIRCLE
Six months later...
“ELLIS, TAKE THE empty trays out to the van. Let’s start cleaning up.”
“No problem,” he responds, picking up the empty snack trays and heading out the back door to the catering van.
He looks so handsome in his black dress pants, crisp white button down shirt, and black tie; his brown hair with caramel highlights back to the length it was when we first met. My man’s got it together, dapper, confident, and eager to work, proud of his job and paychecks... and happy. I can’t forget how happy he is.