Falling for the Wrong Twin (8 page)

The bad guy saw her and raised his fists. Meanwhile, she stood still for a moment, her jaw slack with astonishment. The bad guy looked just like her vampire protector. Like they were clones or something–one vampire, the other an evil baddy. Whatever the truth, she’d run out of time. Bad Guy lunged, but she recovered. Wham! Bam! Her fists flew and her bare feet connected with his face. Damn, she was impressive! A moment later, the bad guy hit the ground and didn’t get up.

Cool! But the dream wasn’t over. Once the bastard was down, vampire dropped to his haunches and quickly searched the guy’s pockets. She was still flush from her kung-fu glow, so she was caught flat-footed when a bullet whizzed by her ear.

Shit! She threw herself sideways, but the spray of bullets was everywhere. She felt the sting of hot metal in her shoulder and she grunted in agony.

“Take my hand!” the vampire said, his open palm extended as he crouched across the alley from her.

“What?” She did a quick scan of the environment. There was no benefit to be had from being pulled across the narrow expanse toward him. If anything, she’d be more exposed than where she was wedged behind some garbage.

“Come with me if you want to live.”

Really? He was going there? Fine, they would Schwarzenegger it. Despite the burn in her shoulder, she shoved her way forward, gripped his hand and let him pull her across. She landed with an
umph
against his body, legs entangled, faces a mere inch apart. Then she saw him grin.

“Hasta la vista, baby.”

They flew. Straight up into the sky.

She screamed as she grabbed his shoulders. He held her secure--two arms wrapped around her waist--but she wasn’t taking any chances. She raised her legs and gripped him like she was riding a rocket. And frankly, she was. An explosive, mach 10 rocket that was soaring through the night sky.

She stopped screaming. Actually, she’d stopped a while ago when her fear closed down her throat. She’d only been screeching in her mind. But now that quieted in the wonder of the sky, the whisper of the wind against her face, and the sweet heat of his body.

“I thought vampires were supposed to be cold blooded. You’re giving off heat like a sunflare.”

“I’m not a vampire,” he said against her cheek.

She jolted, sending hot flares up through her belly. And not just hers, apparently, because she watched the pupils in his eyes widen as a bulge pressed hard against her groin.“What are you?” she gasped as he shifted the angle of their flight. She felt the world tip sideways, then spin such that he was lying--er flying--on his back, and she rode him on top.

“I’m genetically engineered. An android meant for you.”

“I beg your pardon?”

She watched his lips curve and she felt him pulse up between her legs. “Kiss me,” he said. “Kiss me then you’ll know.” And in his eyes she saw that same dark intensity, the inhuman promise of total attention, that had so overwhelmed her in the real world.

She stared at him, poised between the prude and the what-the-hell. It didn’t take her long to tip over into fantasy territory. After all, this was a dream and damned if she was going to stop now. But part of her still held apart, her mind steadily arguing that none of this was real and therefore completely unhelpful.

But logic held no sway here, only lust. She leaned down, her lips curving into a smile just before their mouths met.

“This dream is so whacked,” she whispered against his lips.

“Agreed. But I’ll go with it if you do,” he answered.

“Deal.” Then they kissed.

His mouth was hot, his body hard, and she simply melted into him. The press of his lips against hers and the thrust of his tongue made her shiver especially as his hands stroked up and down her backside. She was naked--he was naked--but she didn’t care. Her skin was ultra-sensitive right along her spine, and he teased his nails against her skin, right where bone flared out into bottom.

She clenched her thighs, feeling the taut muscles of his legs beneath her and the thick, hot thrust of his cock into her.

She cried out, arching at the intrusion. She had no idea when that had happened—the alignment and the thrust—but oh my, it was good. Thick and hard and pressing against every happy spot she had. His hands slid to her hips, gripping her as their bodies settled deeply in and around each other.

“How did we get naked?”

“I don’t know,” he answered, his voice a low growl. “Should I stop?”

“God, no!”

“Thank you,” he breathed, but he didn’t move. And in time, she slowly pushed up such that she was looking down into his eyes.

No more glow, just sweet human green. She bit her lip, unconsciously tightening her inner muscles while he groaned in response.

“Don’t move!” he ground out.

“What?” she gasped. Here he was deeply inside her and he was telling her not to move? What--

His hands shifted, his fingers light as he traced up her side. The lightest of brushes as he stroked across her full breasts and tight nipples. She sucked in her breath. His hands sparked tingles and left heat in their wake. Pretty soon her whole body began to burn.

“Harder,” she whispered.

“In a minute.”

She let her head drop back in frustration, her groan mixing with his chuckle. And then she felt it: a pinch and twist on her nipples. Both at the same time.

“Harder,” she moaned.

He complied, but not how she expected. Deep inside her core, he seemed to thicken. Oh yes!

She began to ride him. After all, she was a woman who took control of her fantasies, right? And she wanted him thrusting, so she began to move. Up and down his length as he fought to maintain control.

She wouldn’t let him. Not when she could ride him, not when she could take absolute control of this fantasy. Not when--

He flipped her over. One minute she was soaring above him, the next she was flat on her back and he was the one who looked down at her.

“My dream, my pace,” he said as his face dropped right over hers.

“Liar,” she whispered. “Mine.” Then she wrapped her legs around him and drew him hard against her.

The impact had her crying out, but it wasn’t enough. Not by far.

“Kiss me,” he said again. “Kiss me and I’ll give you what I want.”

She wasn’t averse to kissing him. In fact, if she hadn’t been so absorbed in doing other things, she would have been plastered against his mouth. But the fact that he demanded it of her made her shake her head.

“Harder. Now,” she said.

“Kiss. Now.”

He leaned down, his mouth tantalizingly close. Their breaths mingled, their bodies were poised. Then he smiled. She didn’t see the expression, but she felt his lips curve against hers.

“At the same time.”

“Deal.”

So they kissed. And as his tongue invaded her mouth, his cock thrust deep. As they dueled, tongues intertwined, he drew back and slammed in again.

Kiss. Thrust.

Harder.

Faster.

Yes!

…

Mike jackknifed up, the roar of his orgasm sweeping through his entire body. By some miracle, he held back his scream, but the pulse of his explosion kept overwhelming him. Again and again he released into the sheets as he hadn’t done since he was a boy.

Holy moly and WTF?

He hadn’t had a wet dream in years. And even as a horny adolescent, he’d never had one so gripping, so real.

He lay there, basking in the sweet glow of the best release he’d had in months when he began to process a few more details. The first was that he was in the same room with his brother. Thankfully, the man was in the trundle across the room. One massive humiliation avoided.

The second was his dream. He’d wanted to just linger in the physical sensations, but his mind wouldn’t stay quiet. It replayed everything leading up to the main event from lurking in some creepy alley, to rescuing a hot secret agent, to…

Vampire?

Genetically engineered android? Wasn’t that a contradiction in terms?

Never in a thousand years would he have guessed his subconscious would put him in those bizarre roles. He lingered over that question, not because he cared, but because it avoided the other dream fact. The one about the co-star in his lust-night in the sky.

Had he really just done that? Had he really fallen in lust with Ms. Anna Lopez, the lost stranger who was more attractive than he wanted to admit? The woman he had not twenty hours before accused of stalking his family before he called Carlos on her?

Yup. He’d done it. He was in lust with Anna.

He groaned and threw a hand over his face. This was a complication he didn’t need. His family was still reeling from recent events. The last thing he wanted was to indulge in a little vacation coupling, even in a dream.

It was in the midst of this horrified realization that another sound penetrated his tortured thoughts. Not sound so much as a distinct lack of it. No snoring. His brother wasn’t snoring anymore.

Dreading what was about to happen, he turned his head anyway. There facing him was the nearly exact same face that he saw in the mirror. His brother. Wide awake and grinning.

Shit.

Chapter 6

Mike was still feeling the burn of embarrassment as he guided his niece and nephew down to breakfast the next morning. Just as he feared, his twin had ribbed him mercilessly for his wet dream. But after the kidding had subsided, the two men had talked as they hadn’t in a very long time.

He hadn’t realized that Rick had been torn up over their father’s death, but the man had had to go straight from the funeral to a game. Pro-athletes got days off, just like everyone else, but league games and sports fans waited on no man. The team couldn’t win without him and he’d felt a responsibility to his teammates, the owners, and the fans. So he’d gone.

Which meant that his twin had grieved all alone--and under pressure--while Mike had been able to stay with the rest of his entire family. At least now Rick’s recent wild, tabloid-exposed lifestyle made a little more sense.

Then Rick had turned the tables on him and started digging into Mike’s private thoughts. After twenty minutes of ribbing, his twin’s advice went like this: any 29 year old man still having wet dreams seriously needed to get laid. And since Anna was the only woman available--and clearly Mike was into her--he needed to make the moves on the girl right now.

As in…right now at breakfast because that was the only time he’d seen her yesterday before she’d disappeared all day into her room. Right now when she was sitting with his mother and aunt, regaling them with some story about Scott Bakula. His mother--a big
Quantum Leap
fan--was in seventh heaven. His niece and nephew, however, were more impressed with the chocolate chip pancakes Bethany was promising them.

And he… well, he just stood there with a burn on his cheeks and an ache in his groin. Hell, it wasn’t like him to be so awkward around a woman. But he’d never asked a woman out before while she was sitting with his mother. In his mind his mother and dating were in entirely separate places. Two states apart and never to touch, ever. Especially given his more dominant desires.

It didn’t help that Anna was dressed in black skinny jeans and a blousy orange top that did nothing to hide her full breasts or sweet curves. He’d touched those curves last night. He’d spread those long legs and buried himself so deep he’d thought he’d disappeared. Sure, he’d done it all in a dream, but somehow his dick didn’t seem to care. It was up for a repeat, and she was sitting next to his mother.

“Someone get Mike a cup of coffee,” his mother said with a laugh. “I think he’s fallen asleep on us.”

“He’s not asleep,” Aunt Tilde shot back. “He’s been blinded by Anna’s beauty.”

Anna, of course, said nothing at all. She didn’t need to. She stood up, filled a coffee cup from the thermos on the table, then extended it to him. He took it greedily, doing his best not to stare at the curve of her full chest. Sweet heaven, Jennifer Lopez herself never looked so good.

“Sit down, darling,” his mother said as she pulled out the chair next to him. “I’ve been doing some on-line shopping and I thought I’d asked you some questions.”

That broke Mike out of his Anna Lopez haze. His mother loved shopping. The only thing that had kept her from complete financial disaster is that she didn’t like going out so much anymore. But give her an internet connection and life could get very dicey, very fast.

“Mom, what have you done?”

“Nothing yet, dear. Chrissy said I should ask you about this first. And it’s only a few thousand dollars--”

“Holy shit, Mom. A few thousand--”

“Michael! There are kids at the table!”

He cut off his next curse, choosing instead to swallow more coffee rather than let fly. It was too late, of course. Henry had just gotten his pancakes, so he appeared completely absorbed in his food, thank God. Not so with little Darla.

Darla looked up with big brown eyes and said with absolute clarity, “Holy shit, Mom!” That might have been the end of it, but Aunt Tilde burst out laughing. Anna too, though she tried to cover it with a cough. And that just spurred little Darla into repeating it over and over and over.

“Holy shit, Mom! Holy shit, Mom!”

Chrissy was going to kill him.

Meanwhile, Anna started laughing for real. Not at little Darla, but at him. Great. Then she turned her attention to his niece as she waved a bunch of grapes at her.

“Hey little one, do you like grapes? These are grapes.
Grapes
.” Then she plucked off one and tossed it onto the tray of Darla’s high chair.

“Grapes! Grapes!” Darla reached for one fat globe and plopped it into her mouth.

Distraction success! Mike breathed a sigh of relief. Well, until Darla--with her mouth full--began throwing grapes back at Anna.

“Oh no!” his mother cried as she grabbed a banana and quickly peeled it. “No throwing food!” she said sternly at the child. Then she turned to Anna and repeated it even more loudly. “No throwing food!”

Anna subsided with a slight flush to her cheeks. Darla mimicked the gesture, slumping down in her chair and looking admonished. Two minutes later, Darla began mashing her bananas around while Henry confided in an undertone.