“Thanks,” I manage to bite out, restraining myself enough to answer, whatever she sees in my face or notices in my tone is enough to make her pull her hand away and smile awkwardly. “It’s amazing to be part of this party.”
“Who are you?” I ask, finally having enough of this small talk. She blinks, not knowing what to answer I assume. It’s a bitchy question, but I’m aggravated, and to add to my mood, I can’t fucking see them anymore.
“It’s Milly, I help with your science homework.”
“Oh, that’s right. Milly, can you make yourself useful and see your way out of my face.”
I storm past her, I’m beyond pissed. Walking toward the edge of the trees, I close my eyes and try to focus on anything but the sound of the music coming from inside or the roaring flush of blood in my ears. Anything.
My twin sense tingles, it’s an odd sensation that screams when he’s near. My eyes snap open towards the direction of the shed that contains Mother’s gardening tools. My breath hitches and my heart races as I slowly move towards it. That’s when I hear it, the sound smacks me into reality.
Jessica’s moans mingle heavily in the air, and my heart sinks, but not before shattering. Of course, he’s hooked up with plenty, but never on my nights. Rage surges through me, and my brain short circuits trying to process what I’m seeing.
I must be drugged… drunk. Anything to explain seeing her legs wrapped around his waist, his black shirt half off while her fingers dig into his back, claiming him.
My Sam. My twin. Mine.
A bitter laugh escapes my lips before I can stop it. Using my hand, I cover my mouth, trying to stop the bile while menacing laughter works its way up. Jessica's head snaps towards me, her brown eyes wide as Sam quickly scrambles off her. “Fuck, Stace,” he mutters, followed by a fling of curses as he pulls up his jeans.
Jessica’s cheeks turn red, and my head angles to the side as I inspect her like a science project. I cross my arms over my chest, savoring their panic. “Cute,” I finally say. “You sure get around for a new girl.”
“Stacey, I— “ Jessica tries to speak but is silenced by Sam, who gives her a warning look before shifting his focus back to me. “I’ll handle my sister,” he mutters before dragging a hand down his beautiful face.
“Save it.” My smile doesn’t reach my eyes as I respond to my other half. “There’s no need to explain to me why you’re cheating on your girlfriend.” I drag out the last word, the taste bitter in my mouth. “Don’t stop on my account, big brother, I was just bored.”
Sam opens his mouth to reply, but I turn around and walk back out of the shed, slamming the door behind me. My hands shake from the anger, all while my stomach continues to do somersaults inside me. Turning and turning. My feet grow heavy with each step, the warmth of a tear slides down my face, and I quickly wipe it away.
Making my way towards the inside, I look for the only source of comfort left. Two can play that game. Now he will learn how I feel—through the darkness I spot just who I was looking for.Paul.
Surrounded by his idiot friends, all of them laughing as Paul chugs a can of beer. The sight nearly makes me puke, watching the liquid pour from the corner of his mouth, down his neck and drenching his white shirt. Sauntering over to him, the boys whistle, but I’m a predator, and tonight, Paul is my prey.
“You.” I tug on the collar of his shirt. “Come with me. Nicole is looking for you.” It’s a lie of course, but can’t have the team gossiping before I can fuck him. Paul’s grins deepens, his thick brow arching as he wets his lips. “Lead the way.”
So I do.
I lead him through the crowd, making sure to find a spot where Sam can spot me. Where he cansee. In my room, my twin will come to me, that I’m sure of, and the door will be left open for him to step inside. Suddenly, I’m pulled backwards, and the stench of beer and weed invades my lungs as Paul tightens his grip around my waist.
“Where are you taking me, little fox?” he whispers in my ear. “I highly doubt Nicole is upstairs.”
My reply to him is my ass pushing up against him, giving him a hint of where we are going and an inclination of what we will be doing. He chuckles in my ear before taking a soft nip at my ear. The sensation sends electricity through my body and I shiver. Paul kisses my neck, the contact causing flutters between my legs and warmth to pump through my body.
“I’ve been dying to fuck you,” he moans, pushing my body into his before letting me go and slapping my ass, urging me to go up the stairs. We step inside my room, and Paul barely closes the door before I’m on him, wrapping my arms around his neck and crushing my lips into his. The feeling is foreign, but still, I lean into him.
His mouth devours mine, and his tongue battles for dominance inside my mouth. The taste of beer and weed fills my taste buds, Paul’s hands greedily roam my body until they land on my ass right before he picks me up and slams me on the bed.
I’m breathless, licking my lips. My eyes are heavy from the lust of watching as his eyes devour me, and then his hand moves towards hisbelt buckle. “Damn, Stace–”
“Shh, don’t talk. Your tongue is only good for one thing right now.”
That’s all it takes for his restraint, which he barely had in the first place, to snap. He drops to his knees, placing a hand on each of my knees and spreading me open like a book.Fuck! I throw my head back and picture Sam’s toned ass contracting with each thrust as he rutted into that whore.
Thankfully, Paul's warm tongue is a quick relief, dragging me out of my head and anchoring me to this moment. He uses his finger to move my leotard to the side. I didn’t bother wearing anything underneath, giving him easy access to my pussy. His tongue laps at me without finesse but with an eagerness that makes my toes curl all the same. Teeth softly graze my clit as he fucks my cunt with his hungry tongue. A moan escapes my lips, as I grind down on his face, making sure to rub myself on the firmness of his nose. My core begins to clench as he slides a single finger inside me.
“Fuck, babe. You’re so fucking tight,” he moans between licks.
The music from downstairs filters into the room. I close my eyes, beginning to rock my hips against Paul’s face as I picture someone else entirely. I don’t want Paul, I want him—Sam. I want him to be between my legs. His thick fingers pumping in and out of me, his mouth sucking at my hardened nub as he drives me towards delirium.
I don’t want just anyone.
