“We were identical. You couldn’t tell us apart. We had a lot of fun with that at school and with boys. Only Cain could tell us apart.”
I slipped my hand into her hair and played with the silky strands. “How long did your parents know each other before they married?” I asked. I wanted to hear it from her. There was so much truth I was afraid I didn’t know. So many lies I had believed.
“It was a love-at-first-sight kind of thing. Mom was visiting a friend of hers in Atlanta. Dad had recently broken up with her friend, and he came around one night when Mom was at her friend’s apartment alone. Her friend was a little wild, from what my mom said. Dad took one look at Mom, and he was sunk. I can’t blame him. My mom was gorgeous. She had my color hair, but she had the biggest green eyes. They were like jewels, almost, and she was fun. You were happy just to be near her. Nothing ever got her down. She smiled through everything. The only time I saw her cry was when she was told about Valerie. She crumpled to the floor and wailed that day. It would have frightened me if I hadn’t felt the same way. It was like part of my soul had been ripped out.” Blaire stopped, and I felt her quick intake of breath. I couldn’t imagine losing Nan or Grant. Yet she’d lost her twin. Then her father. Then her mother. My chest constricted in pain.
I held her against me. “I’m so sorry, Blaire. I had no idea.”
Blaire turned her head up and pressed her lips to mine hungrily.
She was seeking comfort, and this was the only way she knew how to get it from me. I wanted her to know that she could climb into my arms, and that I’d hold her tight whenever she needed me. But I couldn’t say that right now. Not yet.
“I love them. I will always love them, but I’m OK now. They’re together. They have each other,” she said, pulling back from the kiss. She was trying to make me feel better. She had lost them, and she was trying to comfort me about it.
“Who do you have?” I asked, feeling more emotion than I’d ever felt in my life.
“I have me. I found out three years ago, when my mom got sick, that as long as I held on to me and didn’t forget who I was, I’d always be OK,” she said with determination.
I couldn’t breathe. Fuck that. I didn’t deserve to breathe.
She was so damn strong. She had faced hell, and she was still finding reasons to smile. She didn’t think she needed anyone. But God, I needed her. I wasn’t as strong as she was. I didn’t deserve her. But I wasn’t a good guy. I would never do the right thing and stop this, because I wouldn’t be able to physically watch her walk away. Panic and desperation settled in my chest.
“I need you. Right now. Let me love you right here, please,” I begged her. I was ready to plead. This wasn’t right. She needed someone to listen to her and hold her, but here I was begging her to take care of me.
Blaire pulled her shirt off and reached for mine. I lifted my arms and let her take it off me. I liked having her undress me. Reaching behind her, I unsnapped her bra and threw it aside. Cupping her full breasts in my hands, I let their heaviness fill my palms.
“You are so fucking unbelievably gorgeous. Inside and out,” I told her. “As much as I don’t deserve it, I want to be buried inside you. I can’t wait. I just need to get as close to you as I can get.”
Blaire moved away from me, causing her breasts to sway and bounce. My mouth watered, and my palms itched to reach out and squeeze them. Fondle their perfect satin plumpness in my hands again. Then she started taking off her shoes. My eyes fell to her hands, which were now working on the button on her shorts. She was stripping for me. No bashfulness about her body like this morning. I wasn’t going to have to coax her clothes off again.
She shimmied and stepped out of her shorts, and I was pretty sure I was panting loudly.
“Get naked,” she demanded, and her gaze dropped to my obvious arousal.
Holy shit. Where had my sweet Blaire gone? I didn’t argue. I stood and discarded my jeans, then reached for her and pulled her toward me as I sat back down. “Straddle me,” I told her.
She did as instructed. Her thighs were open, and the sweetness of her heat met my nose. I wanted to taste her. But that would have to wait.
“Now,” I managed to say through the emotion in my voice. “Ease down on me.”
I grabbed my cock and held it so she could sink down on me. I wasn’t sure if this was a good position for just her second time, but I wanted to try. She held on to my shoulders with both hands.
“Easy, baby. Slow and easy. You’re gonna be sore.”
She nodded just as my tip brushed against her opening. I moved it over her slit, causing her to tremble as I brushed her clit with it.
“That’s it. You’re getting so fucking wet. God, I want to taste it.” I knew she liked me to tell her what I was thinking. I loved being able to talk dirty to her and not scare her.
Her gaze locked with mine, and she shifted until I was brushing her entrance. Her small, perfect white teeth came out and bit down on her bottom lip, and then she sank down on me hard and fast. Her cry echoed through the room, and I removed my hand, letting her take me completely.
“Shit!” I groaned as her heat squeezed me tightly with that insane suction that had driven me mad last night. Somehow it was more intense tonight. She was hotter, and holy fuck, she was wet. Like slick velvet encasing me until she killed me from the pleasure.
I had started to ask if she was OK when her mouth covered mine and her tongue tangled wildly with mine. Her taste. Oh, God, her taste was so good. I cupped her face with my hands and devoured her mouth. Both my tongue and my dick were buried inside Blaire’s sweet body, and I fought to keep from grabbing her and fucking her like a maniac. She threw her head back and grabbed my shoulders tighter, then began riding me like she couldn’t get enough. The fear that she was in pain vanished when I took in the look of pure bliss on her face as she rode me hard and fast. My gaze dropped to her tits, bouncing with each time she lifted and slammed back down onto my cock.
“Blaire, oh, holy fuck, Blaire,” I growled, unable to believe this.
My hands grabbed her waist, and I lost my mind. I wanted to cherish her, but damn, I wanted to fuck her, too. I wanted to fuck her body with complete abandon. It was the most exciting, mind-blowing thing I’d ever experienced.
“Shit, baby. GOD, Blaire. Yeah, that’s it baby girl, fuck me.” The words were pouring out of my mouth and I couldn’t stop myself. “Your tight pussy is fucking perfect. Sucking my dick, shit, no pussy should feel this good. Holy hell, baby. That’s it. Fuck me. Fuck me, Blaire. Sweetest fucking pussy in the world.” Then it hit me. I had never fucked without a condom before. Holy fuck, I wasn’t wearing a condom. I was clean. I had been checked recently. I never went without a condom, but . . . she squeezed me, and I couldn’t make myself care. God, I wanted this with her. Nothing between us.
Blaire’s movements changed, and she began rocking back and forth. My mouth greedily searched for her nipples and sucked at them as they bounced in front of me. “I’m gonna come,” she moaned, rocking harder.
“Fuck, baby, so good.”
And then she was screaming my name, jerking against me as her body shuddered. I exploded inside her, wrapping my arms around her waist to keep from falling off the fucking earth without her. Her name fell from my lips more than once. My body vibrated and trembled as I fought to breathe. My release shot inside her, marking her. The beast inside me roared to life. Mine. Mine. Mine.
Blaire’s sex was still clenching me tightly as spasms hit her body. Each time she clamped down on my cock, I cried out. It was like I was coming again over and over. There wasn’t an end to this.