Twin Fantasies (8 page)

He leaned back in his chair and unzipped his fly as he remembered her doing. Her delicate fingers had stroked his shaft. He reached under his briefs and pulled out his cock, stroking as she had, but his large, coarse fingers didn’t feel the same as hers. He wrapped his hand around it tightly and stroked back and forth as he remembered her warm lips sliding over his cock, then the heat of her mouth surrounding him. He pumped vigorously as he remembered the way she took him deep into her throat. The thought of sliding into her hot, wet vagina sent him spewing semen into his hand as he climaxed with a groan.

Oh, God, she’d been so sexy—and sweet. He remembered the feel of her curled up against him in bed, snuggling close.  He remembered the pleasant smell of her hair. Strawberries and coconut. He remembered the delicate feel of her gentle lips on his skin.

His fists clenched. Obsessing. He was obsessing.  He grabbed a handful of tissues from the box on the side table and cleaned up, then tucked his limp penis into his pants and zipped up.

Damn it all. He had fallen in love with her.

He was a man who ran on instincts. It shouldn’t be a surprise to him that he would fall in love at first sight. Or rather, first encounter of the extremely erotic kind. Not that the sex was why he knew he loved her. She had been spontaneous, sensual, fun-loving. She would be the kind of woman who would keep him on his toes, constantly surprised. Definitely his kind of woman. And he had sensed in her a deeply loving nature.

The fact that she played out her sexual fantasies told him she was comfortable with her sexuality and between them they would keep their sexual relationship exciting and always filled with new experiences. He would definitely ensure she would not go looking to strangers, or anyone else, for satisfaction of those fantasies. He would be the last stranger she ever fooled around with.

Maybe she didn’t want to see him, but his feelings had to count for something. The fact that he’d fallen in love with her meant he had a right to talk to her again. Even if, after meeting with him, she decided not to give him another chance, he had the right to at least try to win her.

The phone bleeped. He strode to the desk and picked up the receiver.

“Hello.”

“Hi, bro. How’s it going?”

Ryan. Jake’s gaze settled on the gray linen envelope from Ryan propped up against the family picture on his desk. He smiled as he realized he’d be in Ottawa this weekend for the wedding. He could look up Aurora then.

“Have you got Mom and Dad all squared away?” Ryan asked.

“Yes, I’ve got the tickets all arranged and I’ll pick them up and take them to the airport.”

They chatted about details of the weekend and transportation.  His cat, Sam, leaped onto the desk and meowed, then ducked her head under his hand, insisting on being petted.  As the conversation progressed, Jake realized it wouldn’t be fair to think about contacting Aurora soon.  Ryan had finally gotten his life sorted out and found a woman to love. He’d been dating his fiancee for about a year and Jake had been wondering if he’d tie the knot this time or lose this one, too, like so many before her. Ryan tended to focus too much on work and not enough on love.

The irony didn’t escape him. Here he was thinking about Ryan’s shortcomings in his romantic relationships, but at least Ryan hadn’t had to hire a detective to find his one-night stand. The conversation ended and he and Ryan said their good-byes.

Jake smiled as he hung up the phone. He picked up Sam and draped her over his shoulder, then petted her from head to tail in long, smooth strokes. His brother was getting married and Jake was happy for him. Right now, that’s where Jake’s focus should be. On his brother’s wedding, not on his own shaky love life. Ryan deserved Jake’s undivided attention and if Jake was dwelling on an upcoming meeting with Aurora, a meeting that put his entire future happiness on the line, he wouldn‘t exactly have his mind on his brother and the happiness he’d found.

Jake would wait until after the wedding. He stared at the brown envelope lying on his desk and tapped it with his index finger.

“But look out, Aurora, because the week after the wedding, I’m coming to find you.”

He opened his desk drawer and tossed the envelope inside..

JENNA PARKED HER car on Nicholas Street around the corner from the hotel, then put a token in the parking meter.  She pulled her collar up against the mild rain and raced for the light, avoiding the larger puddles. When the red hand switched to a green walking man, she crossed the busy road and walked west on Daly to the front of the Westerly Inn. As she approached the entrance a doorman opened the door for her and she stepped inside out of the rain. She shook her head, then fluffed up her hair, only slightly damp from the drizzle outside.

She crossed the grand lobby through the throng of guests on her way to the catering manager’s office, her mood almost as gray as the weather. The wedding was in two days and she hadn’t seen Ryan in three weeks. He should have been back from Paris three days ago, in plenty of time to help with all the last-minute details, but he’d been delayed and now wasn’t due back until tomorrow.

Luckily, she ‘d finished her consulting contract for Health and Welfare early, so her days were free to handle what needed doing. She wouldn’t start her next contract, developing a training course for a local software firm’s new application tools, until after the honeymoon.

It was a great job. The firm, Quixote, knew her work since they had used her services several times before, and had agreed that she could work off-site, which meant at home. They didn’t need the course for at least six months and she knew it would only take about two months to develop, so that would give her the chance to take it slow and take time off if she needed to. That definitely would keep the stress level down as she and Ryan adapted to living together and prepared for a new baby.

The clicking of her heels on the marble floor stopped as she turned off the lobby into the carpeted hallway at the left of the reception desk. As she approached the chestnut-stained oak door with the word CATERING on it in gold letters, a large, burly man with a dark mustache and curly hair turned into the hallway ahead of her. She recognized him as the catering manager, Mr. Deluse.

“Ah, Miss Kerry. Perfect timing.” He shook her hand. “So nice to see you again.” He glanced past her. “Is Mr. Leigh meeting you here?”

“No, I’m afraid not. He’s in Paris.”

His bushy eyebrows bobbed upward.

“And he did not take you with him?”

“Don’t I wish, but with our wedding only four days away...” She shrugged.

“Yes, of course.” He gestured her toward one of the two burgundy leather chairs facing his desk and she sat down. “So many details. But it is too bad, yes?”

Yes, it was. She would have loved to go. Not even to see Paris. Just to be with Ryan again. He’d left two weeks ago, but he ‘d been gone longer than that.

As if that wasn’t bad enough, with the pregnancy her body had been undergoing disconcerting changes. At first, she noticed that her nipples had become extremely sensitive. The mere brush of fabric across them made her horny as hell. One day at work, her breast had brushed against the edge of a binder as she’d reached for something on the top shelf of her bookcase. That had set off an intense tingling in her nipples and her hand had slipped under her jacket and caressed one hard nub as she’d imagined going down on Ryan as he lay sprawled across her desk right there in the office. Her face had flushed hotly when her coworker Sal had walked into the office and teased her about daydreaming. Luckily, Jenna had been facing away from the door so the woman couldn’t see Jenna’s hand stroking under her blazer. Since then, it had gotten worse. With the rush of hormones in her system, she seemed to be intensely horny all the time now.  As soon as Ryan got home, she intended to throw him down on the bed and screw him silly.

 “Our pastry chef has a new dessert he would like you to try for your dessert table. He’s sending a sample in a few moments.”

Jenna shifted in her chair, willing the images of Ryan, lying flat on his back on her bed with Jenna surging up and down on his thick, hard cock, to go away. The imagined sensations of his steel rod sliding along her sensitive vaginal walls did not want to go.

Mr.. Deluse opened the file folder on his desk, labeled Kerry-Leigh.

He glanced up at her.

“Are you alright, Ms. Kerry? Your face is flushed.”

Her face burned hotter still at his words.  “I’m fine,” she mumbled, his words acting like a splash of frigid water, allowing her to thrust away the sexual distractions in her head.

His gaze lingered a moment longer, his brown eyes dark with concern, then he glanced down at his papers again.  “I’ve arranged for the basket of flowers for your mother’s room, as Mr. Leigh requested,” he continued. “It will be there when she arrives this evening. Chef is putting together a nice gourmet fruit basket for your father’s room for tomorrow.  You have a very thoughtful fiance to think of these things.”

Ryan certainly was thoughtful—when he was around.  Anger simmered through her that Ryan had abandoned her, leaving her so sexually frustrated.

Mr. Deluse rummaged in his file drawer for a moment, then turned to her, looking almost as harried as she felt.  “I’d like you to review the centerpiece designs but my assistant borrowed the folder. Excuse me one moment, please.”

He stood up and hurried out of the office, leaving her to her thoughts.

Ryan had been so great the first few weeks after proposing.  He had been extremely attentive and had spent every evening with her, as well as weekends. She had almost—but not quite—felt a little crowded. How could she when he was trying so hard? Then it became clear he’d been neglecting work at the office, and things had started escalating out of control.  His assistant had called one evening when Ryan had been out picking up pizza. Apparently, Ryan had been putting off trips to Toronto, where he needed to solidify plans for another software development project for Bryer Associates, and he had a thick binder full of reports he had to read and respond to in order to keep his staff working effectively. He also had some new endeavor that needed attention, requiring a trip to Paris.  She didn’t know all the details, but she knew something had to be done. When Ryan returned with dinner, she had told him he needed to see to his business. She didn’t want everything falling apart because of her. That wouldn’t do either of them any good.  Unfortunately, Ryan took that as permission to totally ignore her.

She stopped herself at that thought, knowing it wasn‘t really fair. He was trying to tie up a lot of loose ends and get the Paris thing going on its own momentum so that his assistant and senior staff could handle it. That way, it wouldn‘t take all his time and attention later, and he could focus on her and the baby.  The plan was, by their wedding date, he would be down to a reasonable workload and able to work a normal workday, leaving his evenings and weekends free to spend time with her and the baby, once he or she arrived.

Jenna just hoped that’s what would really happen.

JAKE TOOK THE key card folder the hotel reception clerk handed him and turned toward the elevators. He waved away the bellhop who offered to carry his bag. He had only his small carry-on with him. His luggage had been lost by the airline.  A big reason he preferred to fly his own plane when he came to Ottawa, but this time he’d flown here with Mom and Dad. There’s no way Mom would climb into his little aircraft, preferring the comfort and stability of the commercial jets.  Jake had the cab drop them off at Ryan’s, then continued on to the hotel. Ryan was still in Paris, but Mom and Dad had a key. It was funny that Ryan hadn’t suggested, as he usually did, that Jake stay there, too. Probably just pre-wedding jitters.  It was really a moot point, given that Jake always politely declined and stayed in a hotel. It’s not that he didn’t love his brother, he just preferred to have his own space.  Anyway, with the folks there, they would drive them both nuts. Especially when Mom regaled Ryan with Jake’s successes, which she was bound to do. Jake knew Ryan was sensitive about how well Jake had done with Finale Alley, the computer role-playing game Jake had created for fun but that had taken off in popularity, becoming the bestselling computer game in North America. Jake knew it was primarily luck that had landed him such extensive success, but Ryan seemed to believe Jake had some superior business expertise, or knowledge of markets, or some such. Jake knew he just had an instinct. An instinct he knew his brother also possessed. If only Ryan would stop trying to think everything to death and listen to his gut.

As Jake crossed the lobby to the elevators, he caught sight of a young woman in a tailored blue suit, specifically her long shapely legs flashing from the slit in the center front of her long, straight skirt as she walked. He allowed his appreciative gaze to slide upward along the contour of her skirt, following the line of her tailored jacket in to her slender waist, then flaring out to her generous breasts.

Gorgeous. His gaze continued upward, past the soft drape of her shiny, dark brown hair at her shoulders to her face.

CHAPTER SEVEN

JAKE’S HEART COMPRESSED and he almost stumbled.

“Aurora.”

The woman’s gaze nicked toward him and she stopped, her eyes widening.

“What are you doing here?” she asked.

His heart stopped. Would she storm away in anger? He relaxed when a slow, sweet smile spread across her lips.  She stepped toward him, closing the few yards between them, her smile glowing brightly. She leaned in close to him, resting her hand on his arm. Her delicate touch thrilled him.  The scent of her hair and the heady heat of her body made him feel almost light-headed.