Anthony
She opens her front door, confusion marring her pretty face. “W-What are you doing here?”
I laugh as I saunter into her house. “Helping you with your projects. Cleaning your pool. Remember?”
A huff of frustration behind me makes me smile. She slams the front door and pads after me. I’ve made it to the back door before she clutches onto my elbow.
“Anthony, stop,” she snaps.
I jerk my head over my shoulder and look down at her. Sometimes she’s so fucking pretty, it maddens me. I want to cup her face and kiss her like crazy. “What?”
“Go home. I don’t need the help. I was lying.”
Ignoring her, I open the door and pull from her grip. The jungle that is her backyard awaits me. Her pool is littered with leaves. She needs my help. I peel off my shirt and toss my phone and keys on a table before striding over to the net. Behind me, she huffs and puffs, but I don’t let it get to me. I start cleaning the pool as if she’s not watching.
But she is watching.
Her heated stare melts into me.
I still can’t believe she almost fucked Damien. That guy is such an asshole. He’s probably a selfish bastard in bed. Certainly not deserving of someone like Steph.
For what feels like hours, I work on the backyard and the pool. I’m just swiping away sweat from my brow as I bag up some leaves when I hear a splash. I drag my gaze away from my task and gape at the vision before me.
In nothing but a tiny yellow bikini, Steph begins swimming laps in her pool. She sluices through the water like a fucking mermaid. My cock is immediately hard in my shorts. I watch her swim back and forth for a good ten minutes before I make the decision to join her. I’m hot as fuck and I deserve a dip in the pool with her. I kick off my shoes and peel off my socks before running in her direction. She squeals when I dive in beside her. Those squeals echo under the water and I’m pretty sure she’s yelling at me. When I resurface, she’s not amused.
“You’re supposed to be working,” she snaps, her blue eyes bright despite the setting sun.
I swim over to her and stand to where my body is just inches from hers. Her breathing is ragged, but she makes no move to back away. So, I crowd her more. My chest bumps against hers, making us both hiss in a sharp breath of air. She takes a step away from me, so I bump her chest again, this time letting my aching cock press against her stomach for a moment.
“Anthony,” she chides.
Another step back. I keep bumping her with my body until her back hits the side of the pool. My arms cage her in as I grip the side of the concrete on either side of her.
“Steph.”
“What are you doing?”
I roll my hips and let her feel my hard cock again. “Just swimming.”
“This is…this is…” Her words are breathy. She’s turned on. Her nostrils flare and she licks her lips.
“Nice?”
“Wrong.”
I lean forward and bring my lips to her ear. “It feels right to me.” Again, I rub my cock against her belly. “So right.”
Her palms press against my chest as she attempts and fails to push me away. She parts her lips and gives me a helpless stare.
“You’re just a kid,” she chokes out.
“I’m eighteen fucking years old,” I grumble at her stupid words. “Do I feel like a kid to you?”
A mewl escapes her when my lips brush along the flesh just under her ear. I run my tongue along her skin that tastes like chlorine.
“Answer me, Steph. Do I feel like a kid to you?”
She whimpers. “N-No.”
“I’m all man.”
I nip at her neck and she moans.
“Oh, God.”
“You deserve so much better than him,” I mutter and then run my tongue along her skin. I tug at her earlobe with my teeth. “I wanted to fucking kill him today for touching you.”
Her palms on my chest slide up to my neck. It’s as though she’s inviting me closer. I take the invitation and slip a palm to her firm ass. Lifting her, I’m elated when she wraps her legs around my waist. I suck on her neck as I grind against her pussy with my aching dick.
“Ohhhh,” she cries out, her fingers linking behind my neck.
I grip her jaw and bring our mouths together. Her mouth remains parted and she lets me guide the way. I press my lips to hers, kissing her in a soft, reverent way. Then, I dive my tongue deep into her mouth and kiss her hard. I devour her moans. She feels so fucking good rubbing against my dick through my shorts.
“Did he make you feel this good?” I demand against her lips.
She whimpers. “N-No.”
“Good girl.” I tear from her kiss and attack her throat. I suck the flesh with one purpose in mind. Leave a motherfucking hickey on her neck so that asshole sees she was never his to begin with.
“Anthony,” she breathes. “We should stop.”
I pull away and frown at her. “Am I hurting you?”
Guilt flashes in her blue eyes. “No…it’s just not right.”
With my eyes searing hers, I rub my cock against her center. She bites on her lip and her breasts jut forward as if her body is begging for something her mouth won’t ask for. I cup her perfect tit and pull the fabric away so I can see her nipple. Small. Erect. Pink. Cute as fucking hell.
“Beg me to come, baby,” I demand, my gaze locked on hers. “Beg me.”
Defiance flares in her eyes. “No.” And yet she digs her heels into my ass to draw me closer.
“You want me to leave?” I challenge. I pinch her nipple, causing her to yelp. “Want to go upstairs and take care of things yourself?”
“Yes,” she lies, her voice nothing but a breath of air.
“Does your vibrator make you come so hard?” I ask, twisting her nipple slightly as I buck against her again.
“It does.” A loud moan follows that statement.
“Do you think of me when you have it between your legs? Do you wish it were my tongue?”
She whimpers. Her eyes are flickering with hunger, but the stubborn woman just shakes her head. “I don’t.”
I slide my hand between us. She lets out a choked sound when I rub my finger over her clit over her suit. “Do you imagine him touching you like this?”
“Yes,” she lies again.
“Do you wish he’d put his finger inside you?”
Her head tilts back and she stares at the sky that’s quickly darkening. “Yes.”
I push her suit to the side and ease my finger into her slippery opening. Fuck, she’s aroused. I bury it to my knuckle and curl it as I seek out her G-spot. She jolts in my grip when I run across the tiny nub within her.
“Do you wish he’d touch you inside and make you come with just one finger?”
“Oh, God,” she groans, her body trembling. “I do.”
“Would he do it like this?” I rub her sensitive spot with precision. It makes her jumpy and the sounds escaping her loud.
“J-Just like that. Yessss…”
My dick aches to be inside her, but with Steph, we’ll take baby steps. I’ll fuck this beautiful woman soon enough. When my thumb rubs against her clit, she moans.
“Too much!”
Of course I don’t stop. I massage her until she’s crying out in pleasure. Her body shudders in my grip and I flash her a satisfied smirk. Panic glimmers in her eyes before she even finishes coming down from her high.
“Oh, God,” she whispers. “What did I just do—”
“We,” I growl and nip at her pouty lip. “We just did this.”
When my phone starts ringing with my brother’s ringtone, a sliver of unease trickles through me. We never call each other. Always text. Earlier he’d texted me saying he was going to watch movies at a friend’s house. That he was going to explore whether he likes girls or guys.
“I need to get that,” I say suddenly as I slip my finger from her. She lets me peel her off me and I swim over to the side before hoisting myself out. My basketball shorts cling to my ass and dick, no doubt giving Stephanie a show.
My phone stops ringing but then immediately goes off again. I dry my hands off on my shirt and answer it on the second ring.
“This better be good,” I snap as I turn, my eyes seeking out the blond goddess in the pool.
She bites on her bottom lip as she stares unabashedly at my cock that is still hard and straining against my soaked shorts.
“I fucked up,” Aiden croaks.
Alarm shoots through me. “What do you mean you fucked up? What’s wrong? Where are you?”
A girl is crying in the background and another guy is talking in soothing tones. What the hell is going on?
“I…I…” Aiden curses under his breath. “I pretended to be you.”
My blood runs cold. “Why?”
“Because you have history with Alani. I thought maybe…” He groans. “Anyway, it doesn’t matter. Her dad just about kicked my ass. I think my arm is broken.”
Fury explodes through me. Fucking Damien. “He what?”
Stephanie rushes past me into the house.
“I was making out with Alani. Jaime Harrington, you know him, right? Well, anyway, he’s her cousin and we were all just chilling. Alani and I kissing while we also shot the shit with Jaime. Her fucking dad comes down into the basement, takes one look at me wearing your Brown football T-shirt, and grabs me up by the throat.” He pauses to swallow and then I hear him whisper to Alani that he’s fine. “Anyway, he shoved me and I hit the concrete floor. My wrist fucking hurts.”
“I’m going to kill him,” I hiss.
“I’m fine. He stormed out of here and told me to be gone by the time he gets back. The three of us are just sitting in the driveway. I didn’t want to call Dad, but I don’t think I can drive my car right now.”
“We need to go to the police—”
“No!” he barks. “I said I’m fine. I just need you to come get me.”
Alani says his name and he whispers to her again.
“I guess your secret’s out now?” I ask with a small laugh.
He grunts. “She said she knew it was me the whole time anyway.”
“That sucks.”
“It was a stupid idea but at least she’s not mad at me for lying.”
Stephanie returns outside, fully dressed but wearing the cutest pink cheeks ever. She tosses me a towel.
“I’ll be over there in ten minutes.”
We hang up and Stephanie regards me with a questioning look.
“Is everything okay?”
“Yeah,” I grunt. “My brother just got his ass kicked by Damien fucking Rice because he thought he was me.”
Her eyes widen in horror. “He beat up your brother?”
“Clocked him in the face and shoved him. Aiden thinks his wrist is broken and he can’t drive. I need to go get him.”
“I’m coming with you,” she huffs. “I’m going to have a little talk with Damien.”
It irritates me just thinking about them talking. “Fine, let’s go.”
I quickly dry off before tugging my shirt on over my head. I snatch up my keys and push my feet straight into my sneakers without bothering with my socks. Within two minutes, we’re in my jeep hauling ass to Alani’s house.
Steph picks at her fingernails wearing a worried expression. Sitting in my jeep with her hair in a messy blond bun and an old college T-shirt stretched across her perfect tits, she looks younger than her almost forty years. The urge to reach across the console and caress her golden, bare thigh just below her jean shorts is overpowering. But I’d seen the panic in her eyes earlier after she came. If I push for too much, too soon, she’ll back off. Steph is skittish.
It doesn’t take long to get to Alani’s. Aiden, Alani, and Jaime all sit in the driveway. As soon as my brother sees the jeep, he stands up. He’s holding his injured arm against his chest. We may not share the twin sense other twins have when one gets hurt, but our bond is different. I can still sense his feelings. His ups and downs. My brother is the other half of me. I would die protecting him. His happiness is right up there with my own. I don’t want him to suffer or hurt.
“Stay here,” I order to Steph.
She scoffs but doesn’t make any moves to get out. As soon as I’m out of the vehicle, Aiden has made it over to me. His nose is already bruising.
“Let me see your wrist,” I demand, my voice low as to keep the rage bottled up. I want to pummel Damien.
Aiden holds out his hand to me. I’ve seen enough football injuries to recognize a broken wrist. I wince because I know it hurts. Thank fuck it’s his left hand.
“At least you can still choke the chicken,” I tease and ruffle his hair.
His gray eyes that match mine light up. “Silver linings.”
I snort. “We need to get you to the doctor. I think we should call Dad—”
“No,” he bites out. Aiden is the softer of the two of us. Wears his heart on his sleeve. A gentle soul. The fierce glimmer in his gaze is one I see on my own face often.
“Why not?”
“Because he’ll kill Damien.”
“I’m going to kill Damien.”
Aiden looks over his shoulder at Alani and Jaime before pinning me with a glare. “Don’t. That’s her dad.”
I glance over at them. Jaime is trying to comfort Alani with his arm around his cousin. Aiden is clearly into Alani and getting her dad in trouble won’t help his game.
I knew he was into chicks.
He stalks over to Alani. While he kisses her hard, I lean into my jeep through the window to speak to Stephanie.
“Can you drive my car back to your place? I’ll come get it later.”
She nods and her worried gaze flickers to the windshield. “Is he going to be okay?”
“I’m here now. When we’re together, we’re all good. He’s going to be just fine.”