by Bethany-Kris
“That one,” she said, pointing at it.
Beni laughed.
The guy behind the stand shook his head. “Second level prize. You have to pick—”
Before he could even finish his statement, Beni dropped down another twenty-dollar bill, picked up five darts, glanced at the rules plastered on the side of the stand, and immediately threw the darts one right after the other.
Pop, pop, pop, pop.
For the fifth dart, he tossed it down on the stand with an, “Ow, hand cramp.”
It was the fakest hand cramp she had ever seen, but he proved his point.
August pressed her lips together, looking at the man with an annoyed expression behind the stand. “I’ll take the bear, please.”
She got her bear with the leather jacket.
Beni pulled a bigger one, a purple elephant, down from the top for his first prize, too, but he handed it off to a tired looking girl who couldn’t be more than eight as they were leaving the carnival.
“That was sweet,” she told him.
He shrugged as he backed her against his Ducati bike. “It’s a little thing, that’s all.”
Hugging her bear between them, she peered up at him. His head tipped down, lips hovering above hers with the promise of a kiss, but not quite giving her what she wanted just yet. A shuddering breath escaped her chest because damn ... what was it about this man that just made her feel so high?
“Thank you for tonight,” she said. “I haven’t had this much fun in way too long.”
“That so?”
“Yeah.”
He sighed. “Me either. Best way I spent a night in a while.”
Despite his sexy grin, she still heard a lingering sadness in his words.
“How’s your brother?”
“Which one?”
August gave him a look. “Your twin?”
Beni pulled a face. “Not good.”
“No?”
“Haven’t heard from him in a while, and I don’t want to think about it right now.”
“Point taken.”
“Where do we go from here?” he asked. “It’s all on you, August.”
“Oh, you’re coming back to my hotel.”
“Am I?”
“Definitely.”
• • •
August was trying to remember how they ended up like this. With Beni naked and on his back on her hotel bed. With her knees pressed into the bed, her hands using the mattress to keep her steady, as she rode his cock at her own leisure and pace.
“You like that? Tell me how that cock feels, yeah?”
“So good,” she breathed.
Whined was more like it.
Reverse cowgirl took a bit of work, and a lot of fucking energy. But like this? So much easier, and God, she could ride him forever.
And still, she wondered how they had gotten here.
It started with a kiss in the elevator.
His words in her ear.
Can’t wait to fucking eat you.
A hand slipping down her pants as he backed her into the corner as soon as they had gotten inside her hotel. More dark promises to make her wet before he could even really get started.
Are you going to let me fuck this pussy, August?
He stripped her down first. Removing each article of her clothing one at a time, slow enough that every drag of his fingertips to her overheated skin had her feeling like she was going to come the very second he started touching her pussy.
She wasn’t entirely wrong.
And once he got his fill of her that way, they found the bed. Ended up ... like this.
Jesus, was it good.
“Oh, my God, yeah,” Beni groaned behind her, his hand coming down to spank her ass against before grabbing tight to the same spot. “Such a pretty fucking pink, August. Your ass gets so damn pink from me spanking it. And you just love that, don’t you?”
She kept her rhythm up riding him, although how, she didn’t know. Her legs trembled so much with the promise of that oncoming orgasm that she could keep herself steady on the bed. And every lungful of air that she dragged in wasn’t nearly enough.
So fucking hot.
So high.
She loved it.
“Fuck yeah, you gonna come?” he asked. “Get my dick dripping with you?”
All she could do was nod.
She needed just a little bit more, and her pace came a little faster, hands pushing into the mattress firmer as her shaking knees dug in, too. Backing into his cock harder, trying to take him impossibly deeper to get off. She was almost there.
“Almost ... almost,” she mumbled.
That seemed to be all he needed to hear. One more slap to her ass had her skin flaring with a delicious heat, right along with the familiar bite of his fingertips grasping to her flesh. And then his hand slid across the curve of her ass, his thumb playing at the bottom of her pussy, driving over his cock, and her sensitive tissues, taking the slickness of her arousal up to her ass with his thumb. He didn’t stick the digit inside her, but rather, massaged the pad of his thumb against the tight ring of muscles.
That did it.
Her pussy clenched, milking his cock as she came down on his length one more time to sit with him deep inside her, as her orgasm raged on. Sparks lit up over her skin, heating her from head to toe instantly.
She could breathe.
And she couldn’t.
She could cry his name.
And yet she couldn’t hear a sound.
Before August had even finished trembling through that orgasm, he was lifting from his back. His hands ran up her spine, kisses following the same path as he pushed her forward so that she was on all fours. A palm found her throat, a hot mouth at the top of her spine as he pounded into her from behind.
Harder and harder and harder.
“Christ, you take me so good,” she heard him praise. “You’re gonna fuck me up so much, woman. Do you know that? Is that what you wanted—to ruin me?”
Thick pleasure curled through her.
And then he was coming, too. Hands tightening to her body, dark grunts falling against her skin, his weight pressing hers into the bed as their bodies fell to the mattress, and his thrusts stilled all at once.
“Fuck, August.”
He hummed against her back.
She smiled against the sheets.
“Did I?” she asked in the darkness of the room.
Beni swallowed audibly. “What?”
“Ruin you?”
“Sure fucking feels like it.”
Then, why did he sound like he liked it?
Then quieter, he said, “You should take that job here. Manic Media, I mean.”
August stilled. “Why?”
“How else are we going to figure this out? Seems easier if you’re here.”
“Nothing is that easy, Beni.”
“Why not?”
Yeah, right.
Why the fuck not?
The answer was easy.
He just wouldn’t like it.
Nothing was that easy.
11.
There was nothing Beni hated more than to be woken up by the sound of a phone ringing—it almost always meant someone was going to drag his ass out of bed before he was ready. And yet, he found he didn’t mind at all as he rolled over in an unfamiliar bed to grab his phone where he had left it sitting on the bedside table the night before. If only because his thoughts were still filled with memories of the night before.
Of her.
August.
Her taste on his tongue.
The scent of her and sex.
Good dreams, you know.
His mind drifted back to the shower they’d shared before falling back into bed as he picked up the call without bothering to check the ID first. “Yeah,” he mumbled, running a palm down his unshaven jaw—someone was going to start bitching about that soon, he was sure of it. Made men and their rules, after all. “Beni here.”
“Just
waking up?”
Beni cleared his throat at the sound of his twin’s voice greeting him first thing in the morning. The hard-on he had been sporting was gone in an instant, and he blinked away what sleepiness remained in his vision so that he could focus on the call.
“Yeah, getting up and around.”
Bene huh’d under his breath before saying, “Thought I should call, you know.”
“Oh, did you?”
Because it had been ... a while.
A fight or argument was certainly not the first thing Beni wanted to have with his brother after going a week without speaking. In fact, he couldn’t remember another time when they had gone this long without speaking or seeing one another.
It felt strange.
“Was thinking we should talk,” Bene said.
“All right, so talk.”
“Can’t even ease me into it, huh?”
“What’s the point in that?”
Bene sighed, the air crackling through the speakers. He gave his brother the second he needed to gather his thoughts, and at the same time, glanced at the empty space next to him in the bed. August’s blankets had been tossed to the side, and her pillow was left with nothing more than the indent of where her head had been laying.
You know, when it wasn’t on his chest.
He liked being her pillow better.
“I just ... are you making a trip home anytime soon?” Bene asked.
“Hard to say. I’ve got shit going on here, you know that.”
“Right, right. Uh, you know me leaving wasn’t really about you, don’t you?”
“I don’t know fuck all, Bene.” He shifted in the bed, raising up so that his back laid against the plush headboard, and he could stare at the empty doorway a few feet away from the foot of the bed. Where had August gone to, anyway? It wasn’t like the hotel room was that big, unless she had jumped in the shower again right after waking up. But why bother when they’d had one the night before? He shook off those thoughts and went back to the conversation with his brother for the moment. “All I know is that it kind of felt like you went behind my back to talk to Dad about going home, and then when I found out, you had the nerve to be pissed off at me when I said you should have told me. And then you got in a whole fucking mood about August like—”
“It wasn’t her. It was—”
“You acted like a full-on asshole.”
“Jesus Christ, would you let me speak?”
“Doesn’t negate the fact you were a prick. I like this girl, Bene. A lot, okay? And if I get my way, she’s going to be around for a while. So, whatever your fucking issue is with that, I need you to get over it.”
“Listen, I—”
“Everything okay?”
Beni’s attention had drifted away from the doorway to focus on the red detailing of the comforter covering the bed, thus missing August coming to stand there. His grin stretched his cheeks as his gaze landed on her, and despite the worry in her stare, she still smiled back.
“Just a minute, yeah?” he asked.
August nodded. “Sure.”
On the phone, however, his brother had gone silent.
“Bene?”
“You’re busy, huh?” Bene muttered.
Beni tried not to get irritated that his brother seemed pissed just from hearing August in the background, but that was impossible. “That again?”
“No, I’m just—”
“Listen, give me a call when you’re ready to grow the fuck up.”
“You know what, fuck you, Beni.”
That was all he got before his twin hung up the phone on him. He wished he could be surprised, and maybe he should have let Bene get out whatever feelings he had about whatever—because God knew he didn’t understand it—but it was too late now.
“So, that’s a no on everything being okay, I guess.”
Beni turned his stare on August again as he discarded the phone to the bedside table. It didn’t matter what he was currently feeling about his brother, or that eventually, he was going to have to deal with that little issue, and soon. How could it matter to him when he had a beautiful view of this amazing woman standing in the doorway wearing his T-shirt from the night before, showing off her sexy legs, and part of her thighs that he loved having wrapped around his head.
It was impossible.
And his erection was back.
Shocker.
“Don’t mind that,” he told her.
August sighed. “Kind of feels like I should, though. Like maybe he’s pissed because of me, you know?”
“Nah, Bene’s got some issues he needs to work through. And before he can do that, he likes to blame everyone else around him first. He never wants to look in the mirror.”
“Oh, is that how it goes?”
“Usually. Besides, you don’t owe him fuck all. You got me?”
“I don’t like that you’re fighting with him because of me, though,” she said, quickly adding when he gave her a look, “even if you say this is just him ... being a prick before he looks at his own problems.”
“That’s enough of that. Come here.”
“For what?”
“Because I want to touch you—maybe fuck you again. Who knows, August? And you won’t know either, if you’re going to stay over there when I am here.”
“I ordered us food, and you want to drag me back to bed?”
His tongue peeked out to wet his upper lip, grinning suggestively. “Are you saying you don’t like what happens in this bed?”
Her cheeks pinked.
God, he loved that flush.
“You know I do.”
“Then, come here.”
She didn’t hesitate to give him what he wanted. Quick and steady, she crawled into the bed at the foot, coming to him on all fours with the sexiest grin that he had ever seen. She tugged at the sheets that had pooled at his waist, letting his already hard cock free to the slightly cooler air of the bedroom. Not that it mattered how cold the bedroom was because she fixed that problem of his in a blink.
Her mouth found his cock, wet and fucking warm. She sucked him at first, eyes locked on his, so he could watch his cock fill her mouth while she moaned around his shaft. He had no problem keeping his hands to himself because damn ... she knew exactly what she was doing, and how to suck his cock just fine. She didn’t need him giving her any direction.
Her tongue teased at the head of his dick, the tip playing at the slit before she licked him right down to the base. Over his balls, drawing a hiss out of his tightening chest, before she went right back up his shaft again.
“Holy fuck, your mouth is something else,” he breathed, the best he could do for words, really. Because that’s what she did—she made him speechless. Time and time again. In bed, and out of it. “Love the way you suck my dick.”
“Do you?”
Her words whispered against the head of his cock.
Beni groaned.
“Jesus Christ, August.”
“Tell me again.”
He swallowed hard. “Love the way you suck my fucking cock.”
Once more, he was in her mouth.
Getting that heat.
Feeling her tongue, and cheeks hollowing, lips wrapping his shaft as she sucked and sucked and fuck ...
Beni did reach for her, then, about to blow his load as his hands slipped along the column of her throat, making her gaze dart upward to meet his. Although, that’s exactly what she seemed determined to make him do, too. He just wanted to have her look at him again while she made him come. Then, maybe she could see what she was doing to him.
Maybe she would understand.
Because he sure as hell didn’t.
But he liked it.
• • •
“You know,” Beni said, letting August use his hand to steady herself as she climbed off the back of his Ducati, “for someone who has such a high sense of self-preservation, you don’t seem to mind riding on the back of my bike.”
She p
ulled the extra helmet off her head, giving him a look. He’d flipped his visor up on his own helmet, so she had the perfect view of his teasing smirk.
“Or maybe it’s the man on the bike that makes me forget how much I value my life. Ever consider that?”
Beni laughed. “Well ... as long as you know you’re safe with me.”
August’s stance softened. “I do know that.”
She went to hand the helmet back to him so that he could strap it onto the rear of the seat like he had done before, but Beni shook his head. Nobody else got on the back of his bike—ever. No one except her, now.
“Keep it,” he said. “You’ll probably need it again.”
She gave him a look.
“What?”
“What are we doing, Beni? This, I mean. You and me. What is it?”
She wasn’t the only one wondering about that. He glanced over the front yard of his friend’s home—she wanted to come back to Camilla’s place, as she said she at least owed her friend breakfast after flaking on her the night before. He had to head out to the goddamn warehouse across the city after getting called in.
A break in, or something.
The crew.
Again.
Because of course.
He would have much rather spent his day in bed with this woman, or shit ... even following her around with Camilla, if she would let him do that, but here they were. Adults, and all that good shit, with real responsibilities they had to handle.
Fun.
Beni tugged his helmet off, wanting to speak to her face to face, and not with that thing on his head. Setting it to the handlebars of the bike, he leaned against the helmet and locked gazes with her. That way, there was no chance of her looking away when he said what he wanted to say.
“I think the better question,” he started, “is what you want here, August.”
“Or that’s your way of getting out of a tough conversation.”
“Not at all.” Beni sat up straight, leaning back a bit on his bike because this woman had no idea. None at all what she had done to him in their time together. “I know exactly what I want when it comes to you. I want everything. Whatever you want to give me, that’s what I want to take, okay. But here’s the thing—that’s hard to do when you’re not here because you’re somewhere else. And how are we supposed to figure out what we’re doing when one of us isn’t going to be here to do that?”
