Sitting alone in the dark, I watch Rachel sleep on my side of the bed and wonder what to do.

I had to put my foot down with everyone about coming back here alone. The last thing I’d wanted was for Rachel to feel pressured, which she would if faced with everyone.

She’s my girl and I don’t know what really happened out there today. She’s been totally fine with our relationship, and then she lied to me. She needed to be away from everyone, which I totally understand especially with how we were kept apart. But I never thought she’d just up and disappear.

I knew she’d come back here even though my heart didn’t calm down until I saw her with my own eyes.

She sleeps softly while I try to force the anger away. It won’t go anywhere. I’m not only angry, but also frustrated with her. I knew when she broke down in the gardens that there was something more to it, but I let it go once she’d settled down.

Her phone is on the floor as though its landed where it had been dropped, and she faces away from me. Tonight, I’d wanted to eat with my parents. I wanted to celebrate my engagement to the woman I love, but glancing at the digital clock on the television, that won’t be happening.

I could have gone alone but what would be the point?

“I guess you’re really angry with me if you’re over there and I’m in our bed?”

My eyes meet Rachel’s and it takes a great deal of effort to not go to her when I see her puffy red eyes.

“We should be celebrating now with our parents,” I comment looking away from her.

She slips into the room and straddles me, her small hands cupping my face and turning me to face her. “I know I acted like a two year old, I just couldn’t be around them. I thought I was fine with ignoring my sister, but I’m not. She’s my twin and I love her, just in a different way than I love you. I need you to survive Alexander, and I’m so sorry that I lied to you.

“My dads love to tease and usually I’d be okay with that and play along, but with lack of sleep, too much sun, and worrying about Paige, it just all got the better of me and I broke down. Please don’t be angry with me. I can’t handle that.”

I let out a loud exhale and gather her into my arms. “I wish you’d have told me instead of letting me persuade you to wait until we get home to talk to Paige.” I kiss the side of her face. “You need to video chat with her, and really talk.”

“I called her before I cried myself to sleep. She told me to tell you that she loves you, and that we’re back to being twins.”

I tip her face up to mine, so I can watch her eyes. “Did she say why she’d been acting the way she has?”

“She said she was jealous. That I was hers and now I’m yours.” I scrunch my brows together. “I got the feeling she was hiding something, but at least we’re friends again.”

Her face nuzzles into the crook of my neck. “Please don’t let things linger on your mind, Rachel. You can always talk to me.”

“I know and until I got upset, I hadn’t realized I had so much simmering. It was just there, under the surface and once I’d started I couldn’t stop and I needed to be here. I wanted you with me, but I didn’t want to take you away from visiting with your parents.”

I rearrange us so that we’re both lying on the sofa, and admit, “You are going to be my wife, and that means you will always come first. I need you to accept that, Rachel. Yes, it was nice seeing my parents away from home, but it wasn’t the same because you weren’t with me.”

“God, I really screwed up today.” She covers her face with her arm, which I tug back down. “Are we good? I need us to be good.”

“We’re more than good.” I dip my head and capture her lips in a lingering kiss. “We’re together which is everything.”

“Ugh,” she grumbles and pushes me away so that she can kneel on the sofa facing me. “I’m so embarrassed by the way I acted. What will your parents think? Oh God, and mine.”

I laugh. “Rachel, my parents have known you since you were a baby. They’ve known you through those awkward teenage years.” I grin and kiss her on the nose. “They’ve known you when you were dressed for prom and I wanted to kill the boy with his arm around your back.”

She leans forward laughing. “He didn’t stand a chance, from the moment I’d realized I love you.”

Moving closer, I tease, “Is that right?” I toss my shirt to the floor.

“Oh, yes.” Her dress and bra follow my shirt closely. “When he kissed me, I imagined it was you.”

“What? That asshole kissed you?”

“I did think about you at the time. That should make you happy.”

“Hmm.” I tackle her to the sofa and moan when I fill my hands with her bottom in thin silk panties. “You drive me crazy.” I hover over her. “I love you, Rachel. That won’t ever change.”

She brushes the hair back from my forehead. “I love you too, Alexander. So much.”

I quickly kiss her on the lips and move down her writhing body to the tiny panties. These have driven me nuts all day, knowing she had them on. All I’d wanted to do was take them off with my teeth.

I nip her mound through the sheer material and smile when she pushes her pussy against my mouth wanting more. Spreading her legs wide, I nuzzle and nip through the material enjoying the teasing.

Her fingers spread through my hair, holding me against her. “Too many clothes,” she whispers, her voice rough, filled with desire.

I’m the one wearing too many clothes, so I quickly pull away and remove my pants and shorts. Her eyes darken while she looks me over. Knowing what she likes, I wrap my fist around my erection and start jerking myself off. That soon ends when I watch her slip her fingers into her panties, nearly causing me to come all over them.

Another time.

I rip the material away and growl when she arches, her large breasts pushed together. “I’m not going to survive this,” I hiss, putting my tongue between her swollen folds. I swirl my tongue in her arousal while my hips pump into the sofa cushion. I’m too far-gone to give a shit about anything but our pleasure right now.

My tongue enters her and the minute it does, she comes.

She gasps and rubs her pussy on my mouth while I suck and fuck her.

“More,” she shouts, thrashing her head on the cushion.

Rising above, I guide my throbbing cock and thrust forward. Her walls immediately grip me so tightly that my eyes cross with pleasure, and then without even moving I’m coming. I grind against her hard clit with my pelvis while my dick squirts semen into her.

I wrap my arms around her hips and clamp my lips around one of her engorged nipples, suckling, causing hard contractions within her, around my cock.

So fucking good.

“I can’t stop,” I grunt thrusting hard. “Can’t stop.” I bury my face between her breasts—heaven.

My hips pump and thrust and there is nothing I can do to stop. Rachel doesn’t want me to stop and her fingernails digging into my ass cause another release to rush through me, and I’m thankful when Rachel joins me.

Not only do I not want her frustrated, not that I’d ever leave her in that condition, but it feels more amazing than I can ever describe when we come at the same time. The pressure surrounding my cock when that happens is unbelievably good.

“My ass is wet,” she comments, her nails dragging up my back sends shivers through me. “Your penis released so much semen in me that it’s running out,” she explains.

Groaning, I bury my face into her neck and fail miserably at controlling my laughter. “Although I love that explanation, I think less explicit would be good, or I’m not going to be able to walk tomorrow.” To show her what I mean my hips rock.

“How are you still hard?” she asks, amused.

“I only have to think about you to be in this condition, and being buried inside of you while you talk about my penis and semen, is hot as fuck.” I bite a nipple and tease, “I also have the image in my head of me sitting on this sofa while you bounce on my cock, your breasts swaying and jiggling in front of my face.”

I thrust and grind, watching as her eyes half close. “Yes.”