Twins

by Tiya Rayne

  “My boss doesn’t understand how hard that is. The battle I have to go through to stay in control of my brother is enough to make anyone crazy. Priest doesn’t see that. He thinks I’m thinking too far into it, like I’m making it harder than it should be. He doesn’t realize how close I am to the breaking point or how badly I want to give up and walk away.”

  “And you want to leave it behind for that thing you want, right?” It’s starting to make sense to me.

  “Yes.” He locks those gorgeous eyes on me.

  I get it now. He once told me on our first date that it’s because of him, his brother is so out of control. Lucien is tired. There’s no mistaking how attractive and sweet he is, but I can tell he is worn down.

  It’s something in his eyes. He wants that family. That picture he painted during our walk through the park. However, he doesn’t think he can have it unless he sets Seth free.

  “Is he that bad?” I have to ask this question. I’ve met Seth and I admit, there’s definitely something off with him, but is he that bad Lucien can’t find his own happiness without worrying about him. “I’ve met him, and he doesn’t seem dangerous.”

  A waning smile lifts his lips. “I imagine he is different with you,” he says. “But don’t mistake him for anything other than what he is.”

  “And what’s that?”

  “Dangerous.”

  Silence edges its way between us after those words. I never thought of Seth that way. Annoying, yes. Straight forward, absolutely, but never dangerous.

  “I don’t want to talk about me anymore,” he says, breaking into my thoughts. “Let’s talk about you. What’s something you fear?” The change of subject is abrupt but I understand.

  I sigh. “If you’d have asked me that about two months ago, I would have said I feared love. Well, not love, but I feared failing at it again.”

  His brow lifts, but he doesn’t say anything, so I continue. “My Grandpa died when my mom was in her teens and my dad died when I was a month old. He and my mom were in a car wreck,” I say by way of explanation.

  “All my life my Grams would tell me stories of them. She told me how my mom and dad met because he stood up for her at a bar one night. She spoke about how much they loved each other, she did the same thing with my grandfather.

  “I grew up thinking love was supposed to look a certain way. And that, if I couldn’t make it work, then there was something wrong with me because here are two generations of women who found the most pure and perfect love and made it work.”

  “And then you got divorced,” he says, figuring out how this connects.

  “I got divorced,” I repeat. “I couldn’t make my relationship last. The one connection I felt I had with my parents, I failed at it. I was bad at love.”

  “And now?”

  I shrug, feeling as vulnerable as if I were naked in front of him. “I’m hoping I’m not so bad anymore. I’m hoping this time around, I can make it work.”

  “Come here,” he says, moving his food from in front of him. I crawl in between his knees and turn around. I lean my back against his chest and rest my head on his shoulder.

  “I want you to stop thinking of this between us as a job you have to perfect,” he says as he strokes his fingers over my arm. “We’re a team. We will work together to learn each other, support each other, and understand one another. None of that means you have to be anything other than who you are. I want this just as much—maybe even more than you. As long as you want me, you have me. That’s a promise I can guarantee.”

  I close my eyes to fight back the burning in my throat. I needed those words. I have no idea I do until they come out of his mouth.

  I know he is interested in me. He continues to seek me out even when I denied my desire to date early on. The man has been in my life over two months but other than a few heated kisses and nearly having sex on my kitchen island, he hasn’t asked for anything other than my company.

  It’s him wanting to be a team that catches me off guard. His willingness to work with me is what I admire so much. That is something Trenton nor any of my other boyfriends ever did and something I didn’t think was even a possibility.

  Looking at love and relationships like it’s a team effort, with two separate people trying their best to make it work is a foreign concept to me. No one has to be perfect or what the other person wants them to be. Our only goal is to find the balance between the people we already are. That’s the kind of love I want.

  I tilt my head up so I can see the side of his face. He turns to look down at me. “I want you, Lucien.”

  His mouth descends on mine stealing my breath with his feverish kiss. I cup his jaw feeling the prickly hairs of his five o-clock shadow. I moan into his mouth when he nips my bottom lip then runs his tongue over the throbbing flesh.

  When he clutches my heavy breast in his right hand and squeezes, I can feel my essence start to flow more abundantly. Slowly, he moves his left hand over my knee, sliding the material of my dress further up. I open my legs a little wider, giving him the permission to go further.

  He dances his warm fingers over my inner thigh, only distracting me from the kiss for a second. When he lightly touches the fabric of my underwear, I arch my back and spread my legs wider. It’s almost embarrassing how wet I am from kissing him alone.

  Lucien pulls away to place his forehead to mine. “This is the time to stop me. If I touch you, if I feel your wet heat on my fingers, I don’t think I’ll survive stopping.”

  “Then don’t stop,” I pant like I’ve done a three-mile hike.

  He immediately dives his fingers into the side of my thong, moving the small piece of fabric aside. He plunges in and we both groan at the pleasure. He’s fully coated when he pulls them out and drags them up to my clit.

  Smearing my essence on my nub, he swears under his breath as I rock my hips like I’m hula hooping. He dives back in, this time using two upward curved digits, while running his thumb over my pearl. I come so hard and so quick it surprises me.

  I don’t even come that quickly with my vibrator. Lucien swallows my cry of pleasure when his mouth takes over mine. The moment I start to come back down from my orgasm, he wraps his free hand around my throat, tilting my head even further back. His eyes are dark as he stares down at me.

  “I want another one,” he commands, and his voice is almost identical to the one he used downstairs with Trenton, cold and deadly.

  However, my body doesn’t give a shit because those magical hands rip another orgasm out of me that has me bucking against his hold. My toes curl to the point of pain in my shoes. I finally come down still quivering with aftershocks.

  He removes his hand, bringing the digits up to his lips. I notice how soaking wet they are before they disappear into his mouth. He sucks me off his fingers like Dorito cheese, closing his eyes as his body shudders.

  When he looks at me again, I almost don’t recognize him. It takes me a second to realize why. Although their eyes are identical, there is always a rawness in Seth’s gaze. A bit of insanity that dances behind his pupils. Tonight, I see some of that in Luc’s.

  “On your knees, ass in the air,” he barks out the order and I comply before I realize he hasn’t even said please.

  I’m exposed in this position, on my knees between his legs, my ass right in his face. Lucien lifts my dress over my hips, the cool breeze making my soaking wet panties stick to my lips.

  “Ah,” I cry out when he smacks my ass with the palm of his hand.

  The hot burn soothes when he rubs the tender flesh. I find myself doing Kegels to stave off the ache. The ripping sound of my thong makes me moan as the material presses my throbbing bud. Once the material is tossed aside, Lucien wraps his arm around my thighs, pulling my ass to his face.

  He spreads my cheeks so wide he can probably see right through me. The objection on my lips dies when he sucks my folds into his mouth. I moan so loud and hard, I sound possessed.

  Never, and I do mean ever,
has anyone ate my pussy with so much enthusiasm. His face is buried so far between my thighs, his eyebrows are tickling my asshole. His tongue slides into my tight channel so deep, I swear he swipes my ovaries.

  The next orgasm rockets toward me. He pulls back. I whimper but become a little satisfied when his fingers take his tongue's place.

  “I’m addicted to your pussy’s flavor,” he moans as he continues to work me over. I rock back on his probing hand doing all the work. I don’t even miss a beat when he smacks my ass again. “What are your limits, Malia?”

  I don’t answer, I’m too busy working his fingers like it’s his dick.

  His voice drops deeper. “I need to know your limits, baby.”

  “I’ll take whatever you give me.” I doubt I would have made that statement had I been in my right mind, but I’m on the cusp of another orgasm and it feels too good to deny him anything.

  He removes his fingers and replaces them with his tongue. Diving back in to feast on my goodness. When I feel his wet digit circle my puckered hole, I realize I probably should have thought before giving him freedom over my body.

  Again, I find myself opening my mouth to object—no one has ever been back there before—but I get cut off when one single finger slips in. He can’t have more than the tip in, but it’s all I need before I’m spiraling into the stars on an orgasm that crosses my eyes and has my knees shaking.

  I drop down, turning on my back. My chest rises and falls rapidly with my exerted breath. I hadn’t even realized Lucien had taken his glasses off.

  He runs a hand down his face cleaning off the mess I made. Standing to his feet, glaring down at me, he unbuttons his shirt, ripping it out of his slacks and tossing it to the floor. His undershirt is next to join the pile before he steps out of his shoes.

  I sit up when he reaches for the belt of his pants. Stopping his movement by placing my hand over his, I take over and undo his belt before moving onto his slacks. I’m at the perfect height to be face to face with the erection he’s been hiding behind his pants.

  I take no time freeing him from the confines of his slacks. His dick is gorgeous, never thought I’d say that before. He’s long, very long and thick. Definitely bigger than I’ve ever had before.

  I hold the heavy weight of him in my hands for a moment, calculating how I’m going to fit all of this in my mouth. He places a finger under my chin and tilts my head up to look into his eyes.

  “Go slow,” he says gently. “Take your time.”

  With my eyes locked on his, I open my mouth and slowly slide him in. He sucks in a breath as my lips seal around him. I don’t get nearly enough of him in my mouth, but he doesn’t seem to mind. I bob my head on his length, trying my best to keep my teeth from scraping him. My confidence builds as I watch his eyes glaze even further with desire.

  “So perfect,” he pants.

  I pop him out of my mouth, pushing his length to his navel, the tip cutting through the skull tattoo on his stomach. I run my tongue on the underside of his dick before I suck one of his balls in my mouth.

  He fists his fingers in my hair and pulls me away, gazing down at me. There’s a challenge in his eyes. He lets go of my hair and leans over my head.

  The sound of my dress being unzipped soon follows. I undo my belt and let it fall to my knees. When he stands back up, he tugs my dress with him, pulling it over my head, leaving me in my strapless bra.

  “Take off the bra and lie back.”

  I realize he likes to make demands in bed, and I apparently like following them. Obediently, I toss the fabric to the pile of other clothes and lie back, propping myself up on my elbows. He watches me, looking at my curves as he strokes himself.

  “Are you on birth control?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good, I’m not wearing a condom with you, Malia. Not ever. I’m clean, but tomorrow I will have my doctor fax over my medical records to verify.”

  “I trust you. I’m clean too.”

  His only reply to that is a grunt before dropping down to his knees.

  He pushes between my legs, his heavy member dragging against my soaked center. He kisses me like he’ll die if he can’t. I run my hands up his back over his shoulders and to his neck. He quickly grabs my hands and pulls them away, kind of like he did the day we danced in my kitchen.

  “I have only one rule when we are together.” He looks away before turning back to me. “There are certain places I don’t like to be touched. Because of that, I have a no touching rule.”

  I pause, not sure how to accept that. “How am I supposed to do that?”

  He smirks, reaching to the side of me. He grabs my ripped thongs and before I know it, my wrists are tied together and pinned over my head. Lucien seals his lips to mine, reminding me of his need for me.

  The blunt head of his cock pushing into me pulls a gasp from my lips. The fit is tight to say the least. He places his forehead to mine and sighs.

  “I’m sorry,” he groans.

  “For what?” The scream I release is unreal. Lucien shoves into me so hard and fast I can’t breathe for the first second.

  “My god, Malia, you feel so fucking perfect, baby.”

  I feel absolutely full, a bite of pain mixed with pleasure. He moves his hips and with each inward stroke the pleasure outweighs the pain.

  As gentle as Lucien is, he fucks the complete opposite. His hips move like they were created for this sole purpose. He releases my wrists and lifts up on his hands, the way his muscles tighten and bulge with his exertion is sexy.

  He works my body so good, I can’t catch my breath. With my hands tied, I can’t control how deep he goes. I can only cry out his name as he continues to work me over.

  He pulls out, allowing me only a second of reprieve, smacking his thickness on my pussy lips. Sitting back on his heels, he lifts my legs up into the air before sliding back into me. His entrance is a lot smoother, but definitely still has a bite.

  Placing a hand under my ass, he lifts me up, allowing him to go even deeper. I cry out a few curse words, my legs falling to the sides in a V. I watch him as he marvels at our union. He rubs my nub as if he’s mesmerized with it. I come again, calling out his name.

  “This is mine now. Say it, Malia. Say your pussy belongs to me.”

  I’d say he was the king of the world if he asked, as good as he’s fucking me.

  “It’s all yours, Lucien. Only yours,” I scream.

  He picks up pace with his hips and narrows his eyes as he grunts and his hot seed floods my womb, causing my receding orgasm to reignite. He pulls out, collapsing down beside me. We both lay on our backs staring up at the ceiling breathing heavily.

  After a minute of silence, Lucien speaks. “I meant what I said. This is it, I’m not letting you go.” I turn my head to look at him, my arms still bound. I roll to my side and he follows. I cup his face.

  “I’m not going anywhere. As long as you want me. I’m here.” I give his words back to him.

  His eyes soften, before he kisses me again. This time a lot slower, but still just as hungry. His wet and sticky length grows against my belly. He releases my lips and shuts his eyes.

  “I need you again.” The desperation in his voice is almost as if he’s in pain.

  “Then take me,” I reply.

  He hikes my leg up over his arm, angling my pelvis toward him. This time I close my eyes as he slides home. He takes my body again between the rows of romance novels.

  Some of them where I first found out about sex, reading as a child behind Grams’ back. Stories of pirates and dukes finding their love, watch over me as my body is again rocked and claimed by my very own hero. It’s like serendipity.

  Chapter 36

  You Did Good

  Lucien

  * * *

  I come awake suddenly. Silence greets me, only the sound of Malia’s light snores fills the room. Just hearing her breathe and feeling the warmth of her body on my chest has me lengthening again. I took her so many times
last night, I can’t keep track.

  Only the feel of his presence nearby has my thoughts turning from the beautiful woman lying next to me.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I growl low.

  “You slept with her?”

  I can feel the anger coming off of him in waves, it vibrates through his body. I grab my sports coat off the floor and toss it over Malia. I don’t like the way he’s looking at her naked body.

  “What do you want, Seth?”

  It takes a moment for him to focus on something other than her. “While you’re up here lying in the afterglow of fucking the woman who was supposed to be mine, we have intruders.”

  I don’t acknowledge the rest of his sentence. I’m not getting into that argument with Seth. Instead, I slide from under Malia, making sure not to wake her.

  I quickly grab my phone out of my pants pocket. The little red message light flashes. I go to the app and sure enough there are about six men downstairs in her bookstore.

  “Fuck, what do we do?”

  “What do you mean, what do we do? We go down there. This is what you want, right? You swear you don’t need me, Lucien. Well, now is the time to prove it. Are you going to protect her, or are you going to run off like a little bitch and leave me to do it?”

  His words cause me to glare, but he has a point. I’m just as trained as him and all the other guys. Of course, I would much rather use my head than my hands, but I don’t have that option. Right now, I need to protect what’s mine.

  “Fine,” I say. “This is going to get messy. We’ll need Zel and Many for the cleanup.” I shoot my brothers a text. “We’re going to fight, but when we’re done, we need to discuss why you’re here.”

  “Fair enough. Get dressed. I’m not fighting with you while your dick is out.”

  With the roll of my eyes, I stand up and pull on my pants and undershirt. I take one last look at Malia sleeping on the floor. For her, I’ll do anything. Including fight with my brother, instead of against him for once.

  “Come on,” Seth grunts, and we make our way down the stairs.