Alexander

 

 

 

I waited nervously. My knee bounced up and down causing the bed to vibrate as I sat on the edge. I probably had pit stains the size of Nevada under each arm but I didn’t care.

It had been a few days since I’d left Chicago and seen Aria. I wanted to tell her so many times that my mother was bringing me to Vegas to meet my sister for the first time. But every time I opened my mouth something stopped me.

That something was fear and a little bit of selfishness. I wanted to meet her first. To get to know my sister on my terms. I love Aria but this was my time to discover my family.

But more than those selfish needs, I feared if I told Aria, I would have to tell her why my sister disappeared. My grandfather, and the man I thought was my father, were dead, but that didn’t mean there weren’t others willing to silence us. The less Aria knew, the better.

There was a knock at the hotel door and my head shot up. I hesitated for a moment before I stood and made my way to the door.

This was it. The moment I got to meet my twin sister.

I stood in front of the door, refusing to look through the peephole. I wanted this to be the best surprise. Better than any birthday present.

Taking a breath, I opened the door. The woman on the other side was a surprise. My heart raced as I took in her petite form because I knew her.

“Tiffany?” I said staring at her as she nervously bit her bottom lip.

“Hi, uh, hi Alex,” she said without meeting my eyes.

Tiffany fumbled with a cloth bag in her hands before standing on her tiptoes and reaching for my head. She couldn’t seem to do whatever she was trying to do with that bag but that didn’t stop her from trying.

“What are you doing?” I asked as I stepped back before she fell on me.

“I’m trying to get this bag over your head but you are too tall. We should have waited for Evaleen. She would have the height to do this.”

“We? Did my sister send you?”

Is my sister in hiding? Maybe that’s why my mother wanted me to meet her in a hotel and not bring her to Chicago.

“Sister? Aria never said you had a sister,” Tiffany said before giving up on putting the bag over my head.

“Wait, I’m confused.” I held up my hands. “Is Aria here?”

Tiffany groaned. “I’m not supposed to tell you that. Can you just put the bag on your head and come with me? I’m here to help you.”

None of this made sense but the few times I met Tiffany when Aria started to work on the mural, she seemed like a caring and honest person. Maybe she had something to do with my sister. Maybe she was my sister and she needed to play dumb until she took me to a secure location.

I really hated how nothing about my life was normal.

Putting the bag over my head, I let Tiffany pull me out of my room and down the hall. The material was thin enough I could easily see where she was taking me.

“We are going to have so much fun at the bachelorette party tonight. Can’t wait for you to strip for my friends, stripper man,” Tiffany yelled.

“Stripper? What is happening?”

“Shh,” Tiffany whispered. “If anyone sees us I need to make it seem like this is all part of some crazy bachelorette party. Just play along. I have to say, this is a lot of fun kidnapping you.”

Before I could respond to the kidnapping part, a door flew open and Tiffany pushed me inside.

I glanced around and realized I was in a much smaller hotel room. There were only two double beds and a television on the wooden dresser. The golden curtains were drawn shut and the lights were on. Someone stood from the bed and I wondered if that was my sister?

“Take the bag off since I can’t reach,” I heard Tiffany say behind me.

I did as she instructed and gazed at the woman who came toward me from the bed.

Aria.

“Are you married?” Aria said with fear in her eyes.

“Married? Why would I be married?”

This whole thing became crazier by the second.

She threw her arms up in the air in frustration. “Because this is Vegas. That’s what you do in Vegas.”

I knitted my brow and looked around the room searching for any sense.

“Can someone please explain to me what is going on because I am totally lost.”

“We’re kidnapping you,” Tiffany said at the same time Aria said, “I am trying to save you from your mother.”

I went over and sat on the edge of the bed with a lavender bedspread. My eyes bounced between the two crazy women in the room.

“How can you kidnap me? You couldn’t even get a bag over my head.”

Tiffany folded her arms in front of herself. “Obviously, you would help us.”

I pointed at my chest and glanced over each shoulder before turning back to face Tiffany. “You want me to help you kidnap me. Can you hear how crazy that sounds?”

There was silence as Tiffany twisted her lips thinking about what I told her. She finally blew out a breath, her lips flapping in the process and answering me, “I don’t have time to explain the details. I need to pick up Morgana and Evaleen at the airport.”

Tiffany grabbed a different bag from the dresser, what I assumed was her purse, and left the room.

“Is Tiffany my sister?” I stared at the door she left through.

“Sister? You never told me you had a sister. And if you do have a sister, I really don’t think Tiffany is it. She’s here because I asked her to help me save you,” Aria said as she came to sit next to me on the bed.

“Then why are you kidnapping me?”

She placed her hand on my thigh. It felt warm, and I’d be lying if I said I hadn’t missed her this past week.

“Because I love you, Alex. I have been an idiot for not seeing how wonderful you are. For not running away with you the moment you asked me. I was afraid you would leave me and when you did go to marry someone else, it woke me up. Your heart is too precious for some wild fling. I want more. I want the wild ride that never ends.”

That’s when I kissed her. My surroundings, why I was sitting here in this hotel room was a confusing mess. Even her explanation filled me with questions, but her heart was the one thing that gave me contented happiness and made total sense.

I clawed at her clothes and we tore into each other like savages. We moved so fast and I was thankful when Aria pushed a condom packet into my hand. I smirked at my hot lady as I ripped the packet and pushed the condom onto my cock. She was always prepared in case sex came up. Since I have known her I have discovered condoms hidden everywhere on her. Once she removed her bra and a condom fell out.

I didn’t even bother to take off her shirt before I pushed my throbbing cock deep inside her. There was no restraint, no taking our time. I needed her as if I had a consuming sickness. Aria felt like the best drug as she straddled my hips and rode me.

I wanted to say she was like poetry as she swayed her hips and lifted her T-shirt to pinch her nipples. But she wasn’t. She looked like love and sex and euphoria as her head flew back in orgasm.

As her climax continued, I pushed her body over so she was on her stomach and pulled up her hips. When I pushed back into Aria, she tightened around me again, her orgasm resurged. I watched her fingers curl into the bedspread as my hips jerked hard enough to hear her gasp for breath.

Knowing Aria was giving me everything—her body and soul—caused my climax to come down hard. I shuttered and groaned out her name. I fell on top of Aria, her skin slick with what I had done to her.

After a moment, I removed the condom and leaned over the edge of the bed, throwing it in the trash. Moving back, I pulled Aria close. “I’ll never let you go now. But there’s something I need to tell you,” I whispered the words as I combed my fingers through her soft hair.

“Don’t, please,” she said and I felt her tremble in my arms.

Turning Aria to face me, her hands tried to cover the tears falling from her eyes. I grabbed her wrists and pulled them apart.

“Why are you crying?”

“You’re going to marry her, aren’t you?” Aria’s words were slightly mumbled but I understood what she was saying.

I was back to being confused.

“Marry who?”

“Alexa. That girl you told me about. I guess she’s a woman now. Alexa Dorton.” Aria’s beautiful face scrunched up in pain.

“No, oh, Aria. No. Is that what you thought? That my mother brought me here to marry her?” I brushed my thumb across her cheek to wipe away her tears.

“Yes, of course. I read her Christmas card to you. She mentioned that she heard her parents talking on the phone with your mom. That this was the year you two were to marry. That you had your inheritance and she would be getting her master’s in education in June. You two would be free to marry.”

I blinked for a moment as what she told me sunk in.

“You figured out our code?” I asked.

Aria nodded. “Yes. I took some Navajo in college. I knew enough to figure out a few words and looked up the rest.”

“Wow, that’s just . . . wow. And here I thought I was being so clever when I came up with the plan. Who knew I would one day meet a woman who could outsmart me.”

She smiled and her eyes glittered with unshed tears and mischief. “And more beautiful and sexier. And more—”

“And more than I could hope to ask for.”

We kissed for a few minutes before Aria pulled away with confusion etching her features. “So, if you aren’t in Vegas to marry Alexa, then why are you here?”

“To meet my twin sister,” I said just as the door opened and in walked three women.

“That’s not how we kidnap someone, Aria,” Tiffany said as she clasped her hands over her eyes. Evaleen covered her mouth and ran into the bathroom. Morgana winked at Aria before giggling and turning her back to us.