The Good Twin's Baby: A Billionaire Baby Contract Romance

by Vivien Vale

  Digging my heels into the floor, I place the palm of my left hand under the butt of the gun and take aim. The first guy goes down like an empty paper bag, his eyes going vacant the moment my bullet pierces his skull.

  I hit the second guy twice—one time on the chest, the other right between the eyes—and then I duck behind the counter once more.

  “Jason…” Kat whispers my name, but I can’t bring myself to look at her. I don’t want her to see me like this—the coldhearted man she tried to run away from, a man on a path of violence and chaos.

  Rage wells up inside me fast. How do these motherfuckers dare come to me the moment I find Kat? Why are they forcing me to be the old Jason once more?

  I’ll make them pay.

  I’ll make them fucking pay.

  Gritting my teeth, I jump up to my feet once more. The moment I’m standing, I squeeze the trigger on my gun, and the next guy collapses on the floor, a bright red painting his white shirt.

  Jumping over the counter, I run straight toward the last man standing, and I take hold of his shotgun before he has the time to do anything.

  “Don’t you fuckin’ move,” I growl, pressing my Colt right between his eyes. I’m so close to him now that I can smell the fear.

  “P-please,” he stammers, and that just makes me want to squeeze the trigger even more. I know I should be asking questions, but right now I just want to make him pay for putting Kat’s life in danger.

  Fuck all questions, and fuck all answers.

  “Jason, no!” I hear Kat say behind me, her mellow voice calming down all the rage consuming me from the inside out. “Don’t...don’t be that man,” she urges me, slowly placing her hand over mine and forcing me to lower the gun.

  As I do it, I feel a glimmer of hope inside me. Maybe Kat’s right—maybe I don’t need to be the old Jason. Maybe I can be the right man for her to love.

  With her by my side, I can change. I know that.

  “Go back,” I growl at the man cowering in front of me. “Tell everyone—come after me and you better bring a second army…one just to bury the bodies.”

  Emptying the shotgun, I throw it to the floor and then stash my Colt back on my belt. “Let’s go,” I tell Kat, lacing my fingers with hers and dragging her out of this ruin of a place.

  “Let’s go,” she whispers softly, running her tongue between her lips.

  For a fraction of a second, I can’t help but believe it.

  Maybe this time we can be together.

  Kat

  Jason’s tongue on mine is the salve to near any situation. Even danger. Even ones that remind me of everything that I’ve tried to leave behind.

  I let my fingers belong to his, let my mouth belong to him, and I’m safe again for a moment.

  A moment is all it takes.

  A moment took away the one person who meant the most to me, and a moment can give him back. Remembering what we had, what I might have in him again? Sometimes that’s all that keeps me going.

  When I finally need to breathe again, I don’t let go of Jason. Because as much as I need him, that’s how much he needs me. I breathe him in, inhaling the taste of not just his lips but also his pain. His suffering. His struggle.

  I mean, if I had any humor in this situation right now, I’d think how foolish those people are to mess with a man who is a deadly weapon. I’m not just talking about what my hands go to grip beneath his belt.

  Jason is dangerous. He could kill all of them and do away with their backup and their backup’s backup. But I don’t find anything funny in this.

  I know Jason doesn’t either. That’s why he tries to be a better man, even if he can’t see it. A life still has value to him.

  A wild flutter in my chest tells me that after all this time apart, my body and my heart know that it’s always been Jason.

  I want him to be mine, forever. I want a family. Something I never thought I’d say. I know Jason wants it, too, someday, though he fears what kind of father he’d be.

  Jason finally stops ravaging my mouth, only to move his kisses to my neck. We’re tucked away somewhere in the shadows of the building now, far from the hail of gunshots that could have killed us both.

  Jason has me. I’m safe. I realize I don’t fear anything when I’m with him.

  No. I just trust in him, and it makes me lighter and safer and freer than I’ve ever felt before. Even though he’s one of the most dangerous men I know.

  His mouth on my neck makes me shiver. His words take a moment to sink in before I realize the meaning of what he’s saying. I’m so caught up in sensations.

  “Told myself I’d never let you near anything like that again,” Jason growls against my skin.

  I feel his teeth nipping at my flesh, a stinging sensation sharp against the once-tender kisses. He gets back to the way he tenderly touched me, but there’s a possessiveness in how he holds me now that reveals the raging fire inside.

  “Jason, I know…” I say, but I already know my placating words aren’t enough to calm him.

  I put my hand on his heart. My fingers find his chin. “Jason,” I say, my words like a prayer.

  This is all that ever calms him. And when we were apart, it was what I craved more than the feel of him between my thighs or the way he breathed into my neck when he came inside me.

  No, I missed this strength we find together more than anything, and I say this as a woman who has had her eyes regularly roll back in her head from being fucked by this man.

  Loving someone, even someone who fucks you incredibly, is so much more than anything else.

  “Jason, we have this.” The words are almost stupid, I know. But these were the first words I said to him the first time I saw a wildfire in his eyes that neither of us knew how to put out.

  Something between us clicked, locked, and fell into place, and that’s who we are now. The span of years means nothing.

  Jason’s hand closes over mine, fingertips softly brushing my skin. The need is there, but it isn’t cloying at him and taking over his actions, his thoughts.

  He’s here with me.

  That’s all I’ve ever wanted. I don’t care how silly it sounds.

  But something about the air changes. There’s nothing silly in what either of us wants now, no.

  Now that the imminent danger has passed, we can revel in the moment. The fact that we’re finally here together again.

  Now the want is pure heat, electric lust practically crackling in the space between us. I close that space, crushing my tits against the soft wall of his chest just to feel the two of us closer.

  Jason’s fingers tuck under the crook of my chin, and he makes me look up at him. The way he kisses me now isn’t sweet or tame. His tongue doesn’t wait for permission, but my mouth is already open for him.

  His arms pull me up against him, and he’s already tearing my clothes to tatters.

  Blindly, my hands are tearing at his belt to release the cock I need inside me now. I mean, that’s the other side of true intimacy. There’s the love—the inescapable way we both find solace in each other.

  And there’s the way I need his cock stretching my pussy so perfectly that I forget my own name and I’m reduced to a puddle of sweat and cum.

  “Fuck, you’re so wet,” Jason says, his fingers on my pussy making me cry out a strangled yelp.

  “I need you,” I tell him, my head falling back as I whimper.

  He can take me from a normal person to a wanton, greedy-for-his-cock slut in a second or less, and he knows it. I see the smug look on his face now and I figure, hey, he’s earned it.

  He drops to his knees and buries that smug grin in the wetness of my pussy, and I can’t remember any other thoughts. My hands fist his hair, and the pressure building within in me mounts higher with every stroke of his tongue.

  I think I hear myself saying “fuck” a few times, but there’s nothing more coherent in my moans because my body is consumed with lust.

  Kat

  I’
m still dripping when he picks me up—his love, his ragdoll. Any ordinary day, I’m nothing more than a plaything to his rippling muscles, but after the art that his tongue just performed on me, I’m putty in his hands.

  And for every bit that I am limp, his rock-hard man meat makes up for it. I’ve never had anyone like Jason before.

  No one has ever made me crave sex with them as much as he has. Even being totally satisfied, I am still ready for more with him.

  He makes me stand up and face him in front of the wall. Picking one leg up, he positions himself before me and stares into my eyes as he enters deeply inside of me in one swift thrust. I know he’s wanted this since the moment he saw me again, and there’s nothing I want more.

  Not a word is said between us. I can feel the blood, sweat, and debris on his shoulders from the escape. He enters me fully, balls deep, and only one thought remains in my mind: Jason.

  I can feel his sinew and muscle tighten, stretch, and tighten again as I’m lifted up nearly a foot higher and lowered back down onto him again, his cock remaining in me the whole time. I love this man as I’ve never loved any man.

  His pace quickens, and I know he loves how this feels just as much as I do. I tighten my pussy on his cock. He loses his rhythm for a second, moaning as his passion builds.

  He recovers quickly and continues his practiced stride in me.

  I tell myself that I’ll hold out for him, that I’ll wait and come with him, but I know the lie even as I think it. I can’t hold it any longer. My eyes roll back, I throw my head back, and I scream his name out. “Jason!”

  Quickly, a calloused hand comes over my mouth, silencing me, reminding me that more of them, whoever they are, could still be out there. That we’re only safe if they don’t find us. That they’ll never stop looking for us.

  I fear I went too far as he pulls back his hand—a hand that could just as easily have ended my life, a hand that has ended many others.

  He moves his hand to the back of my head and puts his mouth over mine; kissing me as deeply and passionately as his cock is fucking me.

  I want this to last forever. I want this to be all that there is. The two of us, and nothing else in the world.

  Except maybe if we were to bring another into this world.

  Is it crazy to want that when everything else around us is crumbling apart? I know what kind of man he is, but does he know what kind of father he could be?

  He thrusts himself more deeply into me, and his breath quickens. His mouth moves down to my neck where he kisses me. I know it’s coming, and I can’t help myself.

  He thrusts one last time, grunting and moaning into my neck, and as his cum fills me. I’m launched into another wave of ecstasy.

  He lowers me down to the ground and pulls me more tightly against him. I know he has nothing left in him. He’s filled me up until our cum is mingled and running down my thighs. We stay there, cradled in each other’s arms, forgetting every care in the world, even if only for a second.

  This is our time right now. And he’s earned his rest.

  I don’t wake up from my sated post-orgasmic haze until I hear the urgency in his voice.

  “We have to keep moving.”

  This is his training kicking in again. He was always on guard, always on mission, moving endlessly toward his objective and letting nothing stand in his way. Nothing about that has changed.

  “I trust you, Jason. I’ll do whatever you say.”

  “Do you have a place?”

  I was worried he would ask me this. Since the second he came back into my life, there was only one other person that I could think of. She won’t be happy to see us.

  “Yes, it’s not far from here.”

  He can sense my hesitation.

  “What is it?”

  “After you were gone, I came here once, years later,” I admit. “You weren’t here. I had no idea how to find you. But I did find someone. Someone who helped me forget.”

  He waits for me to continue. He’s not the jealous type. “You two have a lot in common.” This gives him pause. “Just please try to remember that she’s a friend, my friend, and she’s someone who can help us.”

  He silently nods his assent.

  We carefully emerge from the shelter of the building. I try to watch every direction at once, eyes darting around, looking at everything but seeing nothing.

  Jason walks on as if he doesn’t have a care in the world, but I’m sure he sees more than I could possibly be aware of.

  It’s a short walk to Kristen’s, but it feels like it takes forever, exposed as we were out in the open. I can’t believe I’m taking Jason there.

  After we enter her building, I knock on the door and reflexively turn toward the hidden camera mounted next to the door. Jason doesn’t move his head, but I know he sees it as well.

  The door buzzes, and I push my way through. The room is dim with very little furniture in it, leaving wide-open spaces between.

  Kristen walks up to me, all smiles, kissing both cheeks. Her eyes take a careful appraisal of me while her face is blocked from Jason’s view.

  “Who’s your toy?” She turns to Jason. “What are you, Rangers? Seals? Black ops? I can tell by the way you move that you’re something.”

  Jason remains silent.

  “Kristen, this is Jason.”

  Her face changes as she regards the six-foot, two-inch man in front of her, and she almost seems to back away from him.

  She knows exactly who he is now.

  Without saying another word, she launches herself at him, a knife coming out of nowhere. I stand out of the way. I know that Jason can handle himself, and I think they need to do this to measure each other before either of them will feel safe.

  The fight doesn’t take long. Neither suffer any significant injuries, just a few bruises and scrapes. To me, it appears that they just stop, but I know that to both of them, there’s a clear victor.

  Kristen, still breathing heavily, looks back at me.

  “We need your help, Kristen. They’re after us again. I don’t know if they will stop this time.”

  “You can stay here, of course. I’ll let you get cleaned up and get some rest. And I’ll get you some food. Then we’ll figure something out. I have clothes for you, Kat.” She looks at Jason. “You may be a little harder. How do you feel about sequins, or pants with an embroidered ‘Juicy’ on the back?”

  He ignores her and we head to the bathroom.

  Taking our clothes off, Jason gets in the shower. I follow and start to clean his back. The simple act, so familiar from days gone by, calms me.

  He keeps his back to me, pretending not to notice the door opening again as Kristen gets in to join us.

  Kristen starts to kiss my neck and shoulders. I wait, wondering what he’ll say when it clicks just what kind of friendship Kristen and I had.

  Jason turns around and looks at us, and I start to kiss Kristen, my eyes on his the whole time as I pull her between us.

  Jason

  I smile as I watch Kristen embrace Kat from behind. It’s not often a guy gets a view like this, especially in a world like this. Kat is already melting and moaning between the heat of the water cascading over us in the shower and the familiar touch of Kristen.

  I don’t mind, though. Adaptation is ingrained within me by trade, and this is just another situation to appreciate. I’m just going with the flow, and enjoying what I’m given is my M.O.

  As I wash myself slowly and methodically, I look at Kristen’s body, up and down. She’s incredibly well toned. Her muscular frame dwarfs Kat’s, but she still has a feminine air about her that makes me want to bend her right over.

  That might come later, but for now I have a show to enjoy.

  This is a fantasy—this, here, with Kat—I never expected would come to life.

  Kat runs her nails up and down Kristen’s back, leaving light-red lines across her that blend in with her heat-marked skin. Kristen grabs Kat’s hair and yanks her head back
, drawing a sharp, pleasure-filled moan from Kat’s throat.

  That’s her favorite.

  She exposes Kat’s neck and begins to suck, letting her hair go slightly now that she’s found her point. Kat’s eyes are trained on mine, and I see the familiar look completely filled with lust.

  Her eyes roll back, and I look down. Kristen’s fingers have found her clit and she teases her, easily drawing moans of ecstasy from her in moments. Kat’s whole body jolts upward as Kristen slips two fingers deep within her.

  Her body quivers and shakes as she moans, dropping her head and letting the water run right over her. Kristen’s arm thrusts furiously as she fingers Kat with abandon.

  Kat begins to cry out as she reaches her climax. I can’t help but stroke myself, my fingers gliding over my slick cock as I watch her face twist and contort in pleasure. Kristen stares right at her, just as I am, as she brings her to a familiar, body-rocking orgasm.

  Kat’s arms embrace Kristen as she quivers under her touch. Kat makes a futile effort to stifle her own screams by biting into Kristen’s shoulder, but this only serves to renew Kristen’s vigor, and her fingers don’t relent in the slightest.

  Finally, after what was, by my count, at least three orgasms from Kat, Kristen removes her fingers and immediately sucks them clean. Kat grabs her head and kisses her with passion again, panting for breath as her knees shake.

  “Fucking hell, babe…” Kat says breathily. “And here I thought there would be issues coming here…”

  Kristen simply smirks and exits the shower, leaving Kat and I to clean ourselves quickly under the rapidly cooling water. Hot water is a fine commodity in these times, and it’s a big gesture that she even offered it in the first place.

  We hurry ourselves along, though I’m mostly clean myself at this point. I use my time wisely as I watch. I scrub the dirt of life from Kat quickly and help her out of the shower.

  We dry ourselves off and head to the bedroom to find our new clothing.

  As we walk into the bedroom, I see Kat get pulled to the bed before either of us are even able to react. Kristen shoves her down roughly but knowingly, and Kat falls with much practiced movements.