by Olivia Devon
“Oh fuck Wyatt,” she breathed the words and the way she said his name made him want to look up, to memorize the expression on her face right now so he’d never forget it. But he could not unlock his gaze from their hips, from where they joined, from where her body melted with his. Wet. Hot. Slippery. Sweet-t. Swuh-h.
She was doing something with her hips now, something like dancing, gyrating on his cock like…
Jinx put her hands over his, and moved them from tits to hips.
This time he looked up and met her gaze.
“Help me move,” she said, and then she smiled.
Holy shit. He almost came right then. Keep it together! His brain yelled.
How long had it been since he’d gone bareback? Too long to remember. And who cared? No way any other woman had ever felt this good. This tight. This hot. This silky, sexy, juicy. Tight….oh fuck…had he already said tight?
His fingers dug into the sweet globes of her ass, gripped her cruelly to him. She moaned, and his gaze flew up, concerned he’d gone too far, that he’d hurt her. But she was still smiling, leaning over him, those luscious tits dancing over his lips.
He caught a nipple. Sucked hard. She moaned again, and he lifted her. Light as a feather his kitten, his Jun. He lifted her off his cock and then slammed home again, his lips curling into a smile around that same captive nipple when she screamed.
“Fuck Wyatt!”
Oh how he liked to hear her scream.
He had to say, she’d been right about the chair. In this position his knee didn’t burn, didn’t fight for his attention the way it would’ve if he’d been on top. And the view from this angle, tits bouncing in his face, well that was superb.
Jinx leaned forward braced her hands on either side of his head and pressed her lips to his, her tongue sweeping in to tease.
“How about that jackhammer?” she breathed.
Wyatt moaned into her mouth and set a faster pace. That she trusted him, was handing over the reins to him, made his pulse run fast and crazy. The urge to own her erupted like a sudden fever, and he held her fast, thrusting up, driving into her cunt brutally, again and again, until their skin was slick and blotchy and he felt her contract around him.
She arched back, and his hands followed the swanlike curve of her body, up over her breasts to cradle her neck in his hands as she came around him, lips trembling, his name stuttering from her lips.
“Come with me, ” she whispered. He pulled her head down to his, and kissed her.
She said his name again, breathed it against his lips, and he was undone. He pressed his face against her breasts as he spent, emptied hard and deep, tiny pinpricks of light dancing at the corners of his vision as they collapsed the rest of the way together.
“I think,” he began, then swallowed, tried to find his voice. “I think I’m gonna need one of these coffee tables.”
She laughed, the sound a buzzing tickle against his sensitive skin.
“It’s not a coffee table, you giant dork. It’s a Tantric Chair.”
“Whatever you say, kitten. I still want one.”
She moved, folded her arms on his chest, and propped her chin up, gazing at him.
“That was a hell of a lot of fun,” he said. And then, because he could, he extended one finger and booped her on the nose. “Boop.”
“Did you just boop me on the nose?” She squinted at him.
“Yep. Been wanting to do that for a while.”
“And now seemed like a good time?”
He shrugged. “Sure. Why not?”
She smiled at him. “So, you’re not upset with me?”
“About what?” He frowned, looked up, searched his recent memory in reverse. Orgasm, jackhammering, titties…oh right. “About the video stuff?” He shrugged again. “Meh.”
Jinx arched a brow.
“Boop.” Heh, she let me do it again.
“Wyatt.”
“Mmmm?”
“The video.”
“It’s okay,” he said.
“Meaning?”
“Meaning if you’re fine with it, if you want to show it, whatever. I’m not the boss of you.”
“No, but your feelings matter to me.”
“Well my feelings are that I’m not the boss of you.”
Jinx sighed and began to rise, but Wyatt caught her, wrapped his arms around her waist and held tight.
“Sorry, okay look. I can’t say it’s something I would’ve written down on a list of things to look for in a girlfriend, but it’s something you made, it’s part of who you are. You’re not ashamed of it and want to share it, so why should I feel any differently?”
“It doesn’t bother you that people will be seeing me like that? Watching me fuck?”
“I would have assumed so. Yesterday, last week? Seems like that would be something that bugs a guy. But after seeing it like that, and thinking about it, now…well—” He wiggled his hips beneath her, grinding against her center, hard again, and wanting.
“Oh.” Her eyes went wide and she smiled.
Wyatt hooked his hands under her arms, dragged her up his torso and kissed her deeply, the forceful invasion of his tongue making his feelings quite clear. He broke the kiss, cupped her ass in both hands and notched his cock home, letting the tip just breach her entrance, still sticky and wet from the last round.
“That answer your question?” He nibbled his way up her jaw, pausing to torture an earlobe with his teeth. “As long as you’re mine, as long as I’m the only one who gets to fuck this pussy,”—he stroked deep, relishing the raspy sound she made as he sank inside—“then I don’t care who watches. Let them want you. Let them watch and go crazy wanting to fuck you. I don’t care, as long as I’m the one that gets to have you.”
“You have me,” she said, pushing back against his chest so that she was sitting on his cock now, riding him, matching each thrust with enthusiasm. “You have me.”
“T-minus twenty to opening people!” Jinx rounded the corner into the front lounge of Lux and scanned the room. “How’s the crowd?” she asked, crossing to stand next to Wyatt.
“See for yourself.” Wyatt grinned and held up his mobile phone. “That’s the live feed from the cameras outside,” he said. “I’d say from the looks of it, we’re in for a hell of a night.”
The video feed flipped, showing scenes from various cameras around the perimeter of the building. The line to get into Lux was about ten people wide, snaked around the corner, and down the block out of sight. Jinx squinted at the screen. “Wait does it…”
“Yup.” Wyatt nodded. “That line is so long is goes beyond the reach of our cameras. “NYPD has shut down part of the street and is re-routing traffic for the pedestrians safety.”
“Deeee-am, sis,” Aiko said, striding towards them, and pulled her sister in for a half-hug. “You know how to put on a shindig. I can’t remember the last time I saw such a big crowd for an opening.”
“Yeah yeah.” Jinx waved off the comment but Wyatt could spy a flush of pride in her cheeks. “Oh, before I forget,” she said. “I’m using the videos.”
Aiko pursed her lips. “The black rope and sexy times ones you mentioned?”
“Yeah. Just letting you know.”
Aiko shrugged. “It’s cool. Whatever you want to do. Thanks for the heads up.”
“Great.” Jinx leaned into Wyatt and kissed him on the cheek. “Gotta run, almost show time. I’ve got to check just a few more things—”
“Go,” Wyatt said, kissing her back and sending her off with a pat on the butt. “Aiko and I’ve got stuff to do too. I’ll catch up with you when I can. Break a leg, kitten.”
Jinx grinned at him over her shoulder, eyes sparkling with excitement, then rushed off in the other direction.
“What was that about?” Wyatt asked when Jinx was out of ear shot.
“She didn’t tell you about the videos?” Aiko’s features twisted in horror.
“No, no.” He held up a hand. “Relax, I kno
w all about that. But—”
“Oh. You mean, why was she telling me?”
“Yeah. It seemed like a warning.”
“It was. Because we’re twins.” Aiko slipped behind the bar, grabbed a shot glass from a pad on the counter, and lifted it up. “Drink?” she asked Wyatt.
“Hell no, we got work to do. You shouldn’t drink either.”
“Fine.” Aiko slapped the shot glass down and selected a water glass instead. “Water it is, Mr. Buzzkill.”
“Hit me.”
Aiko grabbed another glass, filled it with water from the soda hose next to the sink, then slid it over the counter to Wyatt.
“So..twins?” Wyatt prompted, hoping she’d expand on her explanation.
Aiko rolled her eyes and drained her glass. “Look. Identical twin girls. It’s cute when they’re little, you dress ‘em alike in matching outfits, all that shit. But when they get older, when they start developing into women, well some guys get gross about it. Add to that the whole Asian thing, and it’s just creep-magnet time.” She filled her glass again, and gulped. “Some guys have an Asian fetish,” she said, sneering. “They think Asian girls are more sexual or more submissive or something, it’s annoying.”
“Yes,” Wyatt said. “I’ve heard stupid shit like that. And the twins thing, I can imagine that’s—”
“Well that’s just it,” Aiko said, cutting him off. “People imagine. They imagine that Jinx and I are exactly alike just because we look alike. That we’re interchangeable, in every way. I’m not talking about honest cases, mistaking one of us for the other. I’m saying that being an identical twin female can really fuck up your love life.”
“Oh.” Wyatt set his empty glass on the counter and frowned, unsure how to respond. “Yikes.”
“Yep.” Aiko nodded. “We’ve both been burned, but Jinx has had more than her fair share of shit.”
Suddenly, he felt cold. “Are you perhaps talking about the ‘monster loser’, the one you mentioned in the bathroom?”
“When you two were boning in the shower?” Aiko said “Yep, that was the worst. Asshole dogged me all through high school. I thought he was a moron, but Jinx thought he was cute, so when he asked her out after graduation, she said yes.”
“Wow.”
“They dated for quite a while.” Aiko’s lips set into a thin line, and and her expression darkened.
“He hurt her,” Wyatt said, his jaw clenching around the words.
“Not physically,” said Aiko. “But he did something unforgivable, something that left her with massive insecurities. Took her a long time to work through that shit. And it wasn’t exactly something I could help her with because what he did messed our relationship up too.”
“What did he do?” Wyatt asked, unsure if he wanted to hear the answer.
“We were at a party,” Aiko said. “Me, Jinx, and the douche-bag. All our mutual friends were there—we’re talking like forty people. Everyone was at this long table. Crystal chandeliers overhead, fancy table cloth, food and wine, very ritzy. He decided to give a toast. Stands up, smiles at everyone, feeling all good about himself in his expensive suit. Bastard rattled off a long speech about true love and sincerity. He was an actor, well he wanted to be, so he was really laying it on thick. Super dramatic, like this speech was going somewhere significant. He talked about finding your soul mate, your other half. Some bullshit about living his authentic life. Then he pulled out his chair, got down on one knee, produced a fucking ring box from his pocket and proposed. To ME. The sister of the woman he’d been living with for two years.”
“Holy mother-fucking christ,” said Wyatt.
“That was like, six different kinds of blasphemy, son. You’re going to hell for sure.”
“Then get out the whisky,” he said. “I’ll take that shot after all.”
Aiko poured them both a whisky and set the shots on the counter.
“So anyway. Long story short, Jun was mortified, ran off to stay with our great aunt in Japan. Met rope-guy there.”
“The one in the video?”
“Yeah that’s him. He taught her all the rope stuff, helped her pull herself back together and then she came home, she went to work for Jack. And you know the rest.”
“Is she still in touch with rope guy?” Wyatt asked.
“Yeah they email. But he’s married with two kids now, so don’t worry about that. Besides that was more therapy than a relationship.”
“Right.” Wyatt picked up his shot, studied the amber liquid quietly.
“So,” Aiko said. “Ever since then, we’ve been extra cautious. Even though her face isn’t in those videos, people will find out it’s her. And even though they shouldn’t, just because we’re twins, some people might get funny ideas. Decide it’s me they’re seeing naked.”
Wyatt slammed back his shot and shuddered.
“What?” Aiko asked.
“Kiddo,” he said. “I’m in love with your sister. To me, you two look nothing alike at all. I can’t even…I don’t even think of you that way….just…Ick. Sorry.”
“Aw Wyatt!” Aiko downed her shot then hopped over the bar, wrapping her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly. “You are the absolute sweetest.”
“I’m sweet for basically saying you repulse me?”
“Yes! Because you get it. You get that we are way more than a physical resemblance. We’re our own people.”
“That’s true. I love you like a sister, sweetheart, but my mind cannot….” he shuddered again, this time deliberately, exaggerating the movement just to tease her. “Ugh.” Wyatt slapped a hand over his mouth and pretended he was choking back puke.
“Ha ha. Very funny.” She released him, stepped back and put her hands on her hips. “Don’t worry. You haven’t seen me naked just because you’ve seen her. We look different these days.”
Wyatt raised an eyebrow.
“I’ve made a few mods to the Yoshida sisters standard model. A few, shall we say … intimate enhancements.”
“Ugh, ugh!’ Wyatt clapped his hands over his ears and squeezed his eyes shut tight. “I’m not listening to this.”
“Tattoos for instance. Nice big colorful back piece,” Aiko said, following him out of the lounge and down the hall. “Koi and dogwoods. It trails around to the front kind of tracing the curve of my tits. Couple of floaty petals up near the areole. Course there’s also the nipple rings, and the clit ring, and six in my labia.”
“Six?” Wyatt said, turning to her eyes wide. “Fucking six piercings in your hoo-ha?”
Aiko shrugged. “Maybe. Maybe not. Could be the truth…could be lying. You’ll never know.”
“Damn straight.”
“Cuz I physically repulse you.”
“Damn straight.”
Aiko sighed, reached up on tiptoes to ruffle his hair affectionately and kissed his cheek.
“You’re the best Wyatt.”
Chapter Twenty
The air was heavy. Lux’s front lounge was packed like a can of hot, moist, heavily perfumed, horny sardines. Probably all the hormones evaporating off people’s skin. Like jet fuel into the atmosphere. Yuck.
Wyatt coughed into his fist and then spoke quietly, just loud enough for the mic hidden on his shirt to pick up his voice.
“Can we kick the air up to eleven or something? It’s getting swampy up in here.”
“On it bud,” Aiko’s voice answered in his ear, and a second later cool air drafted down his back.
“God that is fucking heaven. Thanks.”
“No problem.” Aiko gasped. “Oh. My. God.”
“What?” Wyatt asked, scanning the crowd trying to spot whatever had caught Aiko’s attention.
She and Malcolm were back in the control room watching the monitors. Wyatt’s security team for Lux was stationed strategically around the club, keeping a close eye on both staff and patrons. But in the interest of discretion he hadn’t pulled them into helping with the Conroy investigation. He knew his guys cou
ld be counted on to alert him to anything he needed to know, but since Jack and Aaron still needed to keep everything hush hush, Wyatt was relying on Aiko and Malcolm to help him.
“Ten o’clock,” said Aiko. “Bad comb over, orange spray-on tan, trophy wife on his arm…is that?”
“Well shit. Mr. You’re Fired himself. I’ll be damned.”
Aiko was laughing in his ear. “I guess since he’s not running for office anymore, he doesn’t care if he’s seen at a sex club.”
“Guess not.” Wyatt scanned the room, squinting into the thick crowd of bodies, looking for Conroy. A scratchy, whiskey-and-cigarettes voice pitched above the cacophony and laughed, loud and long.
“What the fuck,” he mumbled into his mic.
“Holy shit! It’s the Countess!” Aiko yelled into his ear so loud it made his skin buzz.
“Countess?” said Wyatt. “I didn’t realize we gave out titles like that here in the good ole U. S. of A.”
“No she married it,” Aiko explained. “Then divorced it. Doesn’t matter. She’s a Real Housewife. You know, that reality show?”
“Nope.” Wyatt shook his head. “Don’t watch that stuff. Too much shrieking. Like constant eardrum-bursting, banshee-level screeching.”
“There is not—” Aiko began, but her voice was drowned out by sudden high pitched cackling followed by a very loud “Woo-hoo”!
“You were saying?,” Wyatt drawled while Aiko cursed. “Looks like the Countess brought some friends.”
“Yeah, they’re drunk already,” said Aiko. “Jinx, you want them out of there?”
“Yes.” Jinx’s voice came on the line. “We need high profile guests, but they’re sloppy drunk already, so let’s get them out of the lounge. Have Kristie comp them a suite, send in some champagne, and set up a VR demonstration for them.”
“You got it sis,” Aiko said. “Sending Kristie.”
“Shit.” Wyatt spied the gray haired man walking through Lux’s main entrance and headed for him immediately, pushing his way through the crowd. The guy was in plainclothes, but still recognizable. Brooks Brothers couldn’t hide the bearing of a man on the job.
