Chapter Three
JAMESON
“Story of My Life” by Social Distortion
Iarrive at my place exhausted. I toe off my shoes and throw my keys in a dish, then strip down out of my clothes as I move into the bedroom and throw them in the hamper. I look at the rumpled sheets of the unmade bed, wondering what she is doing now, remembering how she felt on top of me, commanding my every move and the thrill that ran through me as her sharp, pointy nails scratched down my chest.
I grab my cock and tug. A moan leaves my lips, and I hang my head down. That moment months ago got me through my ups and downs of not being with her, but now she is here, and there is no more hiding.
I enter the bathroom, let the steamy water billow across it, and step into the hot spray of the showerheads, shooting water at me from different angles. I lean against the shower tiles and lift my head up to let the spray of water hit my face as I gather it in my mouth and spit it out in front of me.
I think of Evie as she dripped whiskey into my mouth and claimed me in a soul-searing kiss. The darkness surrounded us, and the only thing visible from her mask was her jade-greeneyes, similar to her sister’s. How did I not see it before? Her eyes weren’t as vibrant as her sister’s though. Where Emma’s eyes are an emerald green, Evie’s have a slight circle of yellow around her pupil, giving off a feline appearance. I researched it. It’s called central heterochromia. I want to know every little detail about her, down to her complex eye color.
The attraction I felt for Emma was nothing compared to my need for her sister. A need that I had to fill with my cock over and over. The feel of her wet heat saturating my dick and the feel of her mouth wrapping and sucking me so hard I had to hold on to the headboard.
I rub shampoo through my hair, facing away from the jets to wash it out, and then soap up my body. When I get to my cock, I stroke it and think of her hands. The way she would withhold my orgasm over and over, edging me to the point I thought I would stop breathing. The need for release was all I could think about. The need to come so strong that I would do anything she said just to find the release I crave. That Ineed.
I start to stroke my cock faster and twist it at the head, rubbing my thumb over the slit where the tip is already leaking. I pick up the momentum. My hand, slick with soap and water, provides lubrication, enabling quicker movements.
My breathing picks up, and I envision her eyes and lips curling up on one side, knowing what she is doing to me, how she drives me out of control, and how she is the only one I could ever want. She is the only one I could ever need.
My head falls back in a roar as my orgasm hits, and I shoot ropes of cum as I pump my cock, until I lower my head and my breathing slows.
I shake my head, flicking drops of water away from rolling into my eyes, and rinse the remaining soap and cum from my body and shower wall. The next time I do this in here, it will be me filling Evie with my cum. No more masks, no more secrets.
I shut the water off and towel off. I hang the towel on the hook on the back of the bathroom door then step out and pull some boxers and a T-shirt from the dresser to sleep in. I pull back the disheveled comforter and climb into my bed, inhaling the smell of our last time together still stuck in the sheets and fall into a deep sleep.
I hear a ding from my phone and blink the sleep from my eyes. I move around in bed and stretch over to my bedside table for my phone, seeing that I do, in fact, have a message. I click it and see that it’s Eve. I sit up straighter in bed, not fully awake, and open it.
Evie
Hey. We are all meeting at Eduardo and Emma’s place to talk.
I hope you can be there.
I see another message sent just a few minutes after as if second-guessing herself.
Evie
If not, it’s cool…
I smile when she lays it out and leaves the ball in my court.
I jump out of bed and quickly dress, checking the time on my phone—six o’clock. It’s the perfect time to hit evening traffic. Luckily, I don’t have far to go.
I throw some product in my hair to tame the way it shoots in all directions and brush my teeth before heading out to see my girl.
At their place, I park in the guest area and lock my car door as I run up the steps. The concierge greets me as I pass through the door.
“Hi, Miguel,” I greet the middle-aged man as I walk in, having been here many times over the years.
Eduardo and I have been friends since college. He was one of my frat brothers, and I even thought about hooking up with his fiancée before she was his, but there was really never going to be an us. They have their second chance, and I have… well, I have the girl I was always meant to be with—Emma’s twin sister, Evie.
I wonder if the feelings and protectiveness I had for her sister had anything to do with the fact that I felt an immediate connection to Eve—or Evie, as I found out recently. That night we met was the best sex of my life, and the connection we had was so strong. I knew then that I would do anything to make that girl mine.
I take the back elevator that leads to their floor and punch in the code. Seconds later, the doors open, and I step out into the hallway that houses only a few apartments in this high-rise. I rap my knuckles on the door and hear someone coming to answer. Emma answers the door, and I look down at her.
“Jameson?” she asks.
