9781618857958KissMeLikeYouMeanItLeveyNC (20 page)

“No
the gaggle of bitches tore it in half.”

“Those
bitches suck.” He leaned forward and kissed her lips softly. “I’ll get you a
new one.”

“Promise?”
Carlie dragged her legs across his flanks.

“Hell
yeah.” He slid home in one deep seated thrust. Her walls gripped him, pulling
him deeper into her core. “I’ll even autograph it for you.” He punctuated
between drawn out thrusts. Carlie raked her nails down his chest and let her
legs drape wide open. As he dipped down into her, took her mouth in a plunging
kiss, she pressed her hips into the bedding and gyrated her pelvis to meet his
rotating drives. The firm shifting of the beads popped against her drenched
walls. The sensation invoked a mine field of explosions with each penetrating
thrust.

“Mmm
what will it say?”

Jackson
stalled buried to the hilt and looked into her eyes. “To my princess. This
doesn’t compare to the real thing. I’ll be home soon. Love
Jacksy
.”
With loving words and loving intent, he crushed his lips to hers and began
rocking slow and hard, flesh to flesh.

She
moaned in his mouth and nipped his lip.

“So
why the promise not to defile me?” she breathed the question into his mouth.

“Because
I planned on loving you, breaking you in nice and slow, like a man is supposed
to.” He nipped her neck and plunged into her again and again. “I knew.”

“Knew
what?”

“Princess,
can we talk later? I’d really like to keep going.”

“Can’t
do two things at once, huh?” she teased and he nipped a little harder.

“I
knew that after seeing you in my house, naked in my bed, there was no way in
hell I’d let you go. This house was like being stuck in a hellacious memory of
things I’d never have again. With you here, I can imagine growing old, having
babies and giving them the legacy of my grandmother and mother. Your unannounced
but welcome presence made this feel like a breathing home again.”

Carlie
reached her hands up to the sides of his face and kissed him with sweet
abandon. Jackson tangled his tongue with hers and memorized every inch and body
response she gave. “So sweet.”

A
man possessed, he listened to her hitched breaths, the way her heart beat a
gentle cadence against his chest. Direct contact, body to body, intense
friction, had her climbing the walls under him, her actions telling him she was
begging for release. He left her on the edge before allowing her to tumble and
fall with him, shattering, sharing their first simultaneous orgasm, the first
of many. Her cream drenched his dick as the aftershock tremors pulled a second
orgasm from him.

“I
am so in love with you.”

“I
said it first.” He sank his fingers in her hair, brought his lips down to hers and
dove in. “Fuck, I love tasting you, kissing you, making love to you.”

“I
knew you two fuck bunnies were at it again.” Carrie burst into the room ruining
their moment.

“Twin,
what the hell?”

Jackson
covered Carlie with the bed sheet. “Where the fuck is Shea?” He growled.

“Hell,
Jacks, no reason to cover her up and shit, we shared a womb together. I’m
comfortable with her goods and vagina juice.”

“It’s
hard to believe ya’ll are twins. You’re polar opposites of each other. Extreme
polar opposites.”

“Carrie,
what are you doing here?”

“I
have to see, and thanks to his no picture rule, how am I going to see his and I
quote ‘glorious cock’?”

Carlie
groaned.

“Glorious,
huh?” Jackson slid out of the bed and approached Carrie, thanks to Carlie he
sported a perpetual aroused cock.

“Shea
know where you are?” Even semi-aroused the beads were completely visible. Her
gaze kept dropping to his equipment.

“Well
not at the moment. He’s bringing breakfast items in. Said Carlie’s turkey bacon
didn’t constitute as bacon and wanted real food this morning.”

“Sister,
you know you are in for a fight right?”

“I
just wanna see it.”

“With
your eyes only, sis. I know how you get,” Carlie warned.

Carrie
rolled her eyes. “What, you think I’m gonna lick it or something?”

“Who
knows.”

Jackson
held his dick out for her inspection. “See. Satisfied?”

Carrie
reached out and ran her hand along the length much like her sister had and with
the same hand, from first bead to fifth and the smooth hard skin between, just
as Shea stepped into the room.

“
Carebear
?”

“
Hm
?” Carrie replied absent-mindedly while still exploring
Jackson’s cock with her fingertips.

“Why
is your hand on his dick?”

Those
words snapped her out of her preoccupation. She gazed up at Jackson with a plea
for help. He shook his head and winked. The comical situation turned real.
Carrie ran her hand down one final pass and sighed.

“I
had to see.”

“
Carebear
,
seeing
and
touching
are totally different.”

“Well
once I saw it wasn’t enough. I wanted to touch it. If you’d get them I wouldn’t
need to feel him up.”

Jackson
shook his head. “Carrie. It takes three months to heal after having them done.
No sex, no masturbation for six to eight of those weeks.”

“Well
damn that. I go all rage crazed when I’m deprived for two days.”

Carlie
wrapped the sheet tighter around her and laughed until Shea silenced her with a
cut shit
out
look
. Jackson crossed over to his
dresser and grabbed a pair of jeans. He tossed a band T-shirt and pair of
shorts over to Carlie.

The
tension radiating was palpable. Carlie quickly slipped into the clothing and
slid out of the bed. Jackson took her hand and led them out of his room.
Halfway down the stairs, he heard Carrie screech and a series of staccato
slaps.

“We’re
so
gonna
have to change those sheets.”

“Yeah,
clearly he has to teach her a lesson.” Jackson smirked.

“Yeah
well, I could do the same to you for letting her…”

“You
won’t,” he stated the obvious.

“She’s
just Carrie. I knew she wouldn’t leave it alone after asking if what was
bragged about was true. I created the monster.”

“True,
but if I walked into a room to see your hand wrapped around some man’s dick,
I’d have to show you how territorial I am in a way you’d never forget.”

“Sexy.”

“Don’t
test the beast, princess.”

“Okay.”

She
said that too easy, he didn’t trust that he wouldn’t one day find himself in a
position to have to backup his words. He chose to drop it. “You making
breakfast?”

“Yep.
Turkey bacon, scrambled egg whites and wheat toast it is.”

“I
have a better idea.” Jackson closed the fridge and took her hand. “It’s like
two in the morning. Those two are not coming down
til
at least nine.”

“So
what are we going to do to pass the time?” Carlie snuggled into his side.

“Camp
out in the living room. The couch is too small so I’ll pull out the air
mattress.” He led her to a chair and sat her down. “I’ll be right back.”

He
only left for a few minutes. When he came back, her eyes were closed and her
hand held her head up. She’d have a crick in the morning if he didn’t get her
comfortable soon. He pressed the auto fill button for the mattress and watched it
inflate. Next, he tossed a loose sheet over the rubber, then leaned over and
picked Carlie up and laid her on her side. Inches from rolling off the newly
made bed, he caught her body and pulled her toward the middle, settled his
weight and tugged a coverlet over them. Having her next to him felt like second
nature. Natural. He meant every word he’d said to her upstairs and hoped she
understood the magnitude of him sharing, leaving himself exposed and raw. He
dropped a kiss on her forehead and closed his eyes. The sounds upstairs tapered
off, allowing sleep to claim him.

Chapter Nine

“Good
afternoon, sleepyhead.” Carlie woke up to chaos erupting all around her.

“What?
How did I sleep so late?”

Carrie
plopped down onto the air mattress with her and faced her. “He wore that ass
out.” She laughed and stole the covers. “Now get up and get showered.
Nev
will be here in a little while and the delivery truck just
came with the box. I want to open it
so
bad.”

“Where’s
Jackson?”

“In
the kitchen making hors d’oeuvres. There is something totally sexy about a man
who can make delicious food. Shea makes the best food. He was excused by your
man though so he helped me decorate.”

“Why
didn’t anyone wake me to help cook?” Carlie rubbed her bed head and stole the
covers back from her sister.

“Because
you’re a health nut. The guys thought it best to let sleeping beauty get her
rest or we’d have some crazy soy or fake meat kind of dishes.”

“I
could’ve made a gluten free cake that’s delicious.” Carlie sighed. “One day all
of you will thank me for being so health conscious.”

“Get
up, lazybones.”

“I’m
up. I’m up.” Carlie dragged her tired self to the kitchen on autopilot with her
sister yapping in her ear the entire way. Her mind wasn’t capable of handling
her twin’s nonsensical chatter without a cup of coffee in hand. That is until the
most delicious aroma tickled her senses fully awake. Jackson stood with his
back to her preparing a tray of goodies. Food forgotten, she stared at the way
his muscles bunched as he moved without a shirt on, in a pair of jeans that
showed off his tight butt and barefoot.

“I’d
drool too,” Carrie whispered in her ear.

“I
forgot what I came in here for.”
He’s so
mouthwatering.

Jackson
set the tray down, washed his hands in the sink and grabbed a mug from the
cabinet. He slipped the mug under the one cup maker, popped in a single serving
cup and hit the brew.

Carlie
found she could watch him move forever. She nudged her sister and sighed.

Jackson
swiped the full cup added cream and two cubes of sugar, stuck a coffee stirrer
inside and turned. A cocky grin spread across his face making her flush.

“
Ahh
, the princess is finally awake. Thought I was going to
have to kiss you until you woke.” He made as if to hand her the mug but stole a
kiss first instead.

Carlie
sucked face with him for a second and ducked out to swipe the cup from his
hand.

“
Ahh
dumped for a java. I’m heartbroken.”

“Yeah,
well a girl needs her caffeine. “ Carlie blew on her brew and took a long
satisfying sip.

Carrie
grabbed a barstool and popped up on a seat, she followed suit. The dining room
décor looked fantastic. “Did any of you sleep at all?”

“It’s
like close to three in the afternoon. I got up around eight and your sister got
up around nine.”

“Oh.”

“Don’t
be mad, you needed some rest and I don’t like anyone in my space when I’m
cooking.”

“Typical
for you chef types.” Carlie’s gaze fell on the glass fish like bowls filled
with blue gumballs and others with pink gumballs. Inside each were identical
pink and blue iced microphone shaped cake pops with stripes on them. On the
table, a cupcake stand stood with safari style print iced cupcakes on the top
shelf, blue sporting snare drums and pink with drumsticks. On the side table
two dozen champagne flutes sat waiting to be filled. They almost completely set
everything up without her. “Did you make the cupcakes and cake pops?”

“Nah,
babe. Just making some food. I don’t think what they delivered is enough for
the fellas. I would’ve made the cake and cake pops, but
Nev
didn’t trust anyone enough to give us the envelope.”

“Figures.
I’d have sexed it out of you.” Carlie finished her coffee. “I’m going to go hop
in the shower. Keep up the good work.”

“Find
me when you’re done, sis. We need to make up the treat bags and gifts for
guests. Jackson, what time is the camera crew getting here?”

“They
should be here within a half hour or so.” He set the second tray of food in the
oven to warm.

“Thirty
minutes is not enough time to get glamorous.” Carlie set the empty mug on the
counter and dashed across the house, up the stairs to the bedroom. Stripping her
shirt over her head as she walked through the door, she came to a screeching
halt and screamed. Shea stood in the center of Jackson’s room in the buff.