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  Kaylen’s eyes was big as bottle caps, and I couldn’t help laughing.

  “Let me guess. Never been to one of these before?”

  She bite her lip and nodded no.

  “Well that’s what dates are for, right? To experience new things.”

  “I am not getting on one of those.”

  I liked how feisty she could be. It came out in spurts, but it was there nonetheless.

  “No, you’re not. I am.”

  Those facial expressions of hers, really, they were my favorite thing about her. You would have thought I’d said I was going to jump off a cliff from the way the blood drained from her face.

  “You can’t,” she whispered.

  I leaned down, taking her helmet from her hands and set it on the bike without looking. I could smell her perfume. Her eyes roamed down to my lips and I smiled. She wanted me.

  “I can and I will. I’ve been doing this for years. I have a race and you’re going to sit in the audience and cheer for me, then afterwards,” I said, leaning closer to her lips, “I’m going to make good on my promises.”

  I felt her shiver and I couldn’t help feeling cocky.

  “Now,” I said, rubbing my thumb over her lip. “A kiss for good luck.”

  I liked owning things. I liked being in control. Kaylen had such a beautiful mouth. It would look even better swollen from kisses, I thought, sucking on her lips. She moaned in appreciation. I pulled her closer to me, holding her firmly by her pert ass. She wasn’t going anywhere unless I let her. She was shaking with need when I let her go, just the way I wanted her to be.

  Her cheeks were flushed as she panted.

  “You go sit over there.” I pointed. “In the highest bleachers, so you get the best view. I’m going over there to check in, and the race will be in about five minutes.”

  She stood there in a daze, only moving when I smacked her on the ass.

  “E-Man,” Shawn said, smacking me on the back. “I see you’ve got a new plus one.”

  “Mind your business, man,” I chuckled.

  “As you wish. You still only running one tonight.” He always spoke like a butler.

  “Yeah, man. Got other things to take care of tonight.”

  “Or someone.”

  I shook my head as I parked my bike in the back. “Just check my name off for me. Okay?”

  “Consider it done.”

  I’d been racing for a while. The goal of drag racing is pretty basic: cross the quarter mile first and snag a lower time than your opponent. I knew I could do that, no problem. I would do that.

  It didn’t take long before it was time. I rolled my bike out and looked to the bleachers to make sure Kaylen was safe. She sat in the tallest bleacher, legs and hands clamped tightly together. It was cute how nervous she was for me. Her pink shirt billowed softly in the wind only the highest seats could feel. The Arizona heat beat down on me and I gave her a thumbs up before pulling the visor down.

  Clutch. Throttle. Shift. Brake.

  Clutch. Throttle. Shift. Brake.

  That’s all that I could focus on—all that matters. It was the difference between me winning and being a loser. I didn’t lose.

  Silence ebbed into my world in slow motion. The crowd, the hum of my bike, the announcer’s voice; all gone. All I saw were the four large incandescent bulbs counting down to the final green light. Red, two yellows and a green. Did you know that the perfect human reaction time is about 0.4 seconds? I did. That’s why you never watched for green. You leave at the green light, and you’ll leave too late. I always watched the bottom yellow light.

  Red.

  Yellow.

  Yellow.

  My hands shifted and I flew forward.

  Green.

  I’ve done this enough times to fight the natural urge to raise my feet as the bike lurches forward. I know riding the first couple of feet with your legs down keeps the bike steady. Every bike has the perfect launch RPM. It depends on the engine in the bike, but without knowing it, taking off will cause a wheelie. I didn’t do wheelies on takeoff. I knew my bike.

  I couldn’t see anything but what’s in front of me. You go, feeding in the throttle and gradually releasing the clutch. The point is to make the bike stay at the launch RPM. Hold it. Hold it—steady. Until the road speed matches the engine speed. The clutch is the modulator for a powerful delivery and as I crossed the finish line, I just knew—as I’ve known every time before—that I’d won. The sounds came back like a slap to the eardrums. They’re screaming for me. I was the winner, and as I drove slowly off track, I pumped my fist in the air.

  I found Kaylen looking lost beneath the bleachers.

  “Looking for me?”

  She throws her arms around me and wraps her legs around my waist.

  “That was incredible!”

  “So you liked it?”

  “I loved it,” she said, heat rushing to her cheeks.

  Her looking like that, wrapped around me like that, was enough to make me take her on the ground where we were standing.

  “Time to go home,” I said, carrying her to where I left my bike.

  She nodded and together we mounted the bike like we’d been riding together for years.

  I pulled into the parking lot of Whataburger and turned back in time to see Kaylen’s eyebrows raised.

  “What? I have to feed you. We’re about to burn major calories and I don’t know about you, but I could go for a burger.”

  Her face flushed again as I walked to the door, holding it for her as she walked in. I was definitely an asshole on my best days, but my mother’s nagging about being a gentleman was ingrained too deep for me to ignore.

  We ordered, and I sat happy to see Kaylen didn’t any waste any time biting into her burger. A woman that can eat was a woman who would l work out tonight. I didn’t need to worry about whether she would be dehydrated or pass out. We sat in silence for a few moments, chewing.

  “What else do you do besides race your bike?” she asked, wiping her mouth.

  “I work on cars. I’m a mechanic.” I said, dipping my fries into her hot sauce.

  “So you build cars too?”

  “Yup. I race to win money to buy parts and build better bikes.”

  “So, it’s a never ending cycle,” she smirked as she stole a fry from my tray.

  I chuckled. “You could say I have an addiction.”

  “There’s nothing wrong with being addicted to something that’s not harmful.”

  I couldn’t say for sure that it wasn’t, so I said nothing. “You done?”

  “Let me wash my hands first.”

  We rode back, and instead of zoning out, I zoned in on the heat of Kaylen on my back. I could’ve been imagining it, but I could acutely feel the heat between her legs on me. Her hands around my waist felt like a tease, and when we climbed off the bike at her apartment, I was ready to strip her naked.

  “You live alone?”

  “Yeah,” she said looking up at me as she walked.

  I wasn’t so engrossed in talking to her that I didn’t miss the white and green motorcycle parked in front of her building.

  What the fuck?

  “My brother’s here.”

  “What?” she said looking at the bike like it was a snake that could bite her. “Why?” She asked me like I knew.

  “Only one way to find out,” I said, grabbing her by the arm and pulling her forward.

  Chapter Six

  Kaylen

  When would I learn? Was I ever going to learn? Twins are dangerous. Evan was going to think I was a floozy. What am I going to say? What could I say?

  Evan stood on my doorstep with flowers. How sweet was he?

  His jaw clenched when he saw Ethan behind me and then shockingly, he laughed. “I don’t know why I didn’t expect this shit from you. I’ll admit, we ain’t shit for lying. I should have known better.”

  Ethan chuckled and nodded. “True. Nice flowers.”

  “They’re for you
,” he said extending them to me.

  “Thank you,” I said breathing them in. “They smell wonderful. Here, let me open the door so I can put them in some water.”

  his was beyond awkward. I didn’t turn to look at either of them until I’d found a vase. It was best to pretend everything was alright. After filling the vase with water, I stuck in the bouquet of flowers in and turned around. The boys were still waiting in the doorway, leaning against opposite ends. They looked like mirror images of each other.

  I stood there awkwardly, unsure what to say.

  “Well—”

  ”Look, babe,” Ethan said cutting me off. I guessed it was Ethan, because Evan took the time to listen. “You gotta choose.”

  “He’s right,” Evan said, his face neutral. I wanted so badly to know what was going on in his head. “I’m not about to compete with my brother.”

  I stood there, frozen. What could I say? I couldn’t choose. How could I choose? I opened my mouth and closed it. I couldn’t say it out loud.

  Well?” Ethan was so impatient.

  “Don’t rush her,” Evan snapped, leaning forward menacingly.

  “I… I…”

  You what?” Ethan was practically foaming at the mouth.

  I looked at them. How could they look so similar but be so different? To anyone who was looking, really looking, they could see. Ethan had a mole on the right side of his cheek. Evan had the same, but on his left. While they both had dimples, only Ethan smiled often enough to show them. Evan was more observant; Ethan was a wild boy prone to leaping before he looked. They were two completely different people, incapable of being interchangeable, and for that, I wanted them both.

  “I can’t choose.”

  ‘Why not?” Ethan asked, fuming.

  “Because…”

  I couldn’t actually admit it out loud. Could I?

  “Because what, Kaylen?”

  I could feel my skin burning. I was probably red from head to toe.

  Evan pushed off the doorway and leaned forward until we were eye to eye despite the countertop between us. “Tell me why, Kay.”

  I could tell Evan. I could trust Evan with my truth. “Because I want you both,” I whispered.

  I could see the desire burning in Evan’s eyes. The scent of his cologne drifted through my nostrils—a scent I was quickly becoming addicted to, and I knew he could see that reflected in my eyes. I was caught in his web, and the desire was outweighing the fear of rejection.

  “You heard her, bro,” Ethan said from behind me. I hadn’t heard him move at all. “Can we put away the fighting and give the lady what she wants?”

  As if compelled by some unseen sign, Evan stepped away and leaned against the counter. I could feel both their gazes like fingers caressing my needy swells. I could feel my cheeks flush crimson with heat and embarrassment.

  A small half-closed smile played on Ethan’s lips. Evan pushed his fists in his pockets and licked his lips. “Alright. Take off your clothes.”

  Both twins rounded me again until again they were both leaning against the kitchen counter, watching me.

  My hands trembled as I grabbed the bottom of my blouse and pulled it over my head. I watched the fabric puddle on the floor before glancing up. Their eyes darkened with lust. My legs barely support me as I unzipped my pants and pushed it down until I could climb out of each leg.

  Two pairs of blue eyes drank in my body in my black lace underwear. I wanted to turn away for courage, but I couldn’t look away from their intense stares. The kitchen lights were so bright, they could see everything. There was nowhere to hide. My full breasts, my stretchmarks, my scars, and my desire. The hunger in their eyes propelled my arms backward to unhook my bra, and I let it fall to the floor. My heavy breasts dropped and looking in their eyes, I let one hand trace the length of my collarbone and down until both hands explored my warm body. The cool air soothed my aching breasts, puckered with excitement. Squeezing and pinching my nipples set both men on edge. I could see Evan’s jaw clench and Ethan’s nose flare as I rubbed a pink nipple between my fingers.

  My hand continued downward, cupping my lace covered mound. I squeezed my thighs together, rubbing my swollen clit against the drenched material.

  “I need someone to come take my panties off.”

  “That’s it,” Ethan said, walking forward. “It’s time for you to go bed.” He picked me up and threw me over his shoulder.

  I squealed a little before the world turned upside down. Evan stood before me looking down like a stone statue.

  Ethan sped through my apartment. There were only two doors—the bathroom and the bedroom—and both were open. Ethan threw me on the bed and I bounced hard before coming to a stop. He bent over my body, one knee planted between my spread thighs, and grabbed the material in a bunch before snatching them down my legs. He bought the panties to his nose and inhaled deeply.

  “She smells sweet, Ev. I wonder if she tastes like it too.”

  Evan stood to the side, caressing the smooth skin of my thigh before he sat down. His hand held on thigh to the side as Ethan’s hand held the other. I was open for both of them to see my glistening pussy. There was no way to close my thighs and just when I was starting to feel too nervous, Evan rubbed the inside of my knee. It was so gentle and calming that I forgot my worries. I relaxed and moaned softly.

  I felt the bed move, and before I could open my eyes I felt a cool tongue lapping at my slick pussy. My hips bucked forward begging for more, so needy.

  “Evan,” I moaned.

  Ethan, now naked, climbed in front of me, lunging at the head of the bed with my pillows under him, his thick shaft pointed straight at my face.

  “Suck me,” he growled. I couldn’t see anything, but I couldn’t keep myself from touching him. I reached up to trail my fingers along the curve of his hardened chest. I could feel the soft patches of his hair, his tiny hard nipples, and the narrow lines leading to his dick. Ethan’s fingers tightened in my hair as his stomached flinched under my touch. He let out a low sigh as I swallowed him in inch by inch.

  Evan slipped two fingers inside me as I moaned, opening my mouth wider as Ethan slipped deeper into my throat. There was nothing but hard male body in my mouth. I could smell his musk and taste the salt of his skin. Ethan was a bad boy; he lived for control and I wondered what it would take to make him lose it completely.

  My teeth skimmed along the hard ridges of his shaft very gently and he jerked in my mouth. “Fuck.”

  Evan pumped his thick fingers inside me even harder and I whimpered.

  “That’s it, baby. That’s it.”

  I could feel myself close to coming. Ethan pumped in and out of me in hard fast strokes, pressing on my g-spot while sucking on my clit. My pussy quivered and spasmed.

  Evan leaned forward and whispered, “I want you to come for me.”

  I moaned helplessly around Ethan’s dick as I came apart, clamping onto something, anything to fill me. Evan didn’t wait, his fingers were soon replaced with his hard dick. The only thing keeping me from levitating off the bed was my firm grasp on Ethan’s waist. I think I left scratch marks. He must have been into pain because his creamy liquid instantly flooded my throat in spurts. The first wad took me by surprise, but I swallowed the rest eagerly, used to the taste. He held my head tightly, fingers wrapped around my hair, and pumped slowly until his breathing slowed. Gratefully, he let go and pulled away. My jaw ached, in a good way, and Ethan found my eyes as I swallowed.

  Evan wasn’t through with me yet. Ethan disappeared somewhere behind me, I don’t know where. I could hear him panting, but that all disappeared as Evan slid into me. Holding tightly to my waist, he slid in slowly, inch by inch. This was nothing like with Ethan. Ethan was hard and fast—starting, crashing, and ending on fire—but Evan was a slow rolling wave. Everything faded away and there was nothing but the man on top of me. His jaw clenched and drops of water fell onto my body. No, not water—sweat. He was sweating and trembling in a conc
entrated effort not to ram into me. I smiled softly. He was so sweet and caring.

  I ran my fingers through his hair and pulled him close to kiss him. “You don’t have to be gentle with me. I won’t break,” I said.

  “I know,” he said through gritted teeth, “but I want you to know that he’s wrong.”

  Evan leaned forward, kissing my collarbone down to my breasts and sucked on my nipple. His hands held onto me, kneading flesh, licking, sucking and making me whimper. My heart fluttered in my chest at his words. He remembered. That moment between us when we were floating in the water and I admitted that I thought my husband was right about me—that maybe I was just destined for bad sex. Evan was right: he was wrong. This was the best sex I’d ever had, and Evan cared enough to make sure I knew it.

  “Oh, Evan,” I moaned, wrapping my legs around him, pulling him closer.

  With every thrust he whispered into my ear. “You’re amazing. You’re passionate. You’re beautiful. There’s nothing wrong with you.”

  I held him tightly, wrapping myself around his body and his words. I needed to hear them. I needed him.

  Do you hear me, Kay?” he leaned back to make sure I heard and I fisted the sheets ready for my orgasm to come. “Tell me you hear me,” he said, pushed harder into my quivering cunt.

  “I hear you.”

  “Tell me you believe me,” he said grunting out his words.

  “Oh… God. I believe you.”

  “Tell me you’re coming.”

  I was not a liar, and he knew what he was doing when he softly pinched my clit.

  I screamed and arched my back into his hard chest. “I’m coming!”

  Evan’s soft groans of satisfaction followed with deep rhythmic thrusts as he came with me.

  “Now round two,” he said, smirking and looking so much like Ethan.

  “But. Where’d E—”

  “Shush, baby. Ethan is grown ass man. Wherever he is,” he said flipping us until he was lying on the bed, “he’s missing out. Now sit on my face.”

  Heat rippled through my entire body. “What?” I couldn’t do that. The lights were on, he’d see everything. What would he think?