The Sinister Silhouette

I sigh heavily. “I’m not going to do anything, Theo. You’ve got nothing to worry about.”

“I thought the same thing the last time and look how that turned out,” he grits between his teeth.

“I swear to you, I won’t. I don’t know what in the hell happened all those years ago, but whatever it was, that shit’s not in me. I feel nothing for Jules.” The lie slips out easily. I do feel something for her. I just don’t know what it is.

He takes a couple steps closer, his expression hardening. He doesn’t stop until he’s in my face.

“Good, because shit won’t happen like it did last time. You touch her, and I’ll fucking kill you.”

If any man other than Theo threatened me like that, I’d drop him faster than a whore drops her panties when she sees a hundred-dollar bill. He has every right to be angry and worried. The menace in his voice would scare most men, but he’s my twin, and I know what he’s capable of. Beat my ass or break a bone or two, yes, but not killing.

“Back off,” I growl. He may have that right, but I still don’t like him in my face. “I’ve told you, nothing will happen.”

After a moment of silence where we both glare at each other, he takes a step back.

“Make sure it doesn’t.”

He turns and storms across the yard, up the stairs, and disappears inside his house. I take a moment to pull in several deep breaths, before walking the remaining distance to my truck. After climbing inside, I peel away from the curb.

As I drive to the shop, I think about Jules’s dream. Not the one where she and Theo are having sex, although that one tries to worm its way inside, but the black room and the sinister silhouette she mentions.

Something tells me I’m that silhouette.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Luca

I CLOSE MY EYES AND breathe in the sweet wildflower scent, then bury my face in the thick luscious hair in front of me. My lips open over her delicate flesh, and I lick along the smooth skin, taking small bites as I work my way toward her ear. I smile when I hear her breathy little moans.

Her nails dig into my shoulders and her knees squeeze my ribs as she lifts her hips to press her center closer to my cock. I give her what she wants by grinding against her. I feel the warmth of her pussy through her panties and my jeans, and it drives me fucking crazy.

“Please,” she mewls. “I need you.”

I sit back on my heels and look down at her. Her beautiful amber eyes are glazed over with lust, and the light flush on her cheeks gives away just how much she needs me.

Her legs are spread around me with the backs of her thighs resting on the top of mine. I settle my hands on her knees, and slowly run them up her legs. She nibbles on her bottom lip and her breasts jiggle as she pants heavily.

“You need me?” I ask hoarsely.

“Yes.”

I smile again when the word comes out as a moan.

When my hands reach the apex of her thighs, her eyes close.

“Nuh-uh, baby. I want you to keep your pretty eyes open and on me.”

She opens them, but only halfway, and I know it’s because she’s relaxed and half-crazed with desire.

I let my thumbs lightly brush against the wet spot on her panties, and her breath hitches. When her hips jerk upward, I take advantage and slip my fingers under the waistband and tug the material down her legs. Seeing her pussy glistening with her arousal has my cock weeping and begging for relief.

I lift her hips and slide her toward me so her ass is resting on my spread thighs. I run the tip of one finger up her cleft until I reach the little button of her clit. I roll the nub between my fingers. Her mouth drops open on a silent cry of pleasure.

Reaching for my jeans, I release the button and pull down my zipper. She watches, and when she sees my cock, her eyes flare with hunger and she licks her lips. I swear I feel the touch of her tongue against my shaft. A drop of precome beads the tip, and I swipe it with my finger then swirl it around her clit.

“Oh, God, that feels so good. Don’t stop.”

I apply more pressure and her moans turn guttural.