“Only because she's so beautiful,” I tell him and a delicate pink of pleasure blooms on her cheeks. “You are, baby. The most beautiful girl I know.”
“Cheers,” Rhino manages to get some of the wine into the flutes and hands Kendall one, then me.
I drink then set mine down, lean in and heft Kendall up into my arms. I carry her across the room, her tits squashed up into my chest driving me half wild again.
“Where to now, Boss.” She giggles, clearly enjoying herself and not at all tired.
I set her down on the double daybed in front of the picture window, then pull back the slider so she can look out on the ocean – at least the dark swell of the water.
“Hmm, velvet,” she says, stroking the couch beside her perfect contoured butt cheek. “You guys are full of surprises.”
“You thought we'd be all black leather and chrome?”
“Kind of.”
“We have that in our man cave,” Rhino adds, following behind us with my glass and settling down on one side of Kendall while I take the other.
“That where you have the spanking bench and nipple clamps as well?” she asks.
“Whoa,” I say. “Are you looking for a pair of Mr Grays here?”
“No, not at all. I think that all looked like fun to try once, but I for sure wouldn't have married the guy in that movie,” she tells me.
She raises her head intuitively as I reach out an arm to drape around her so she can use my bicep as her pillow. Then she settles back, wriggling herself into a comfortable position where her skin is touching every part of me. It seems so natural.
Way too fucking natural, the way we're hanging together like we've known each other for a year instead of a day. If every girl I'd ever met had been this fucking gorgeous to fuck and as easy to kick back with, I would have been a one-woman guy all along. But no one ever has, until now.
“Who would you marry?” Rhino asks out of the blue.
He's on his back on the other side of her, also pressed up a close as he can. His hand is resting on her bare hip. His long fingers mere inches from her smooth slit. I know he wants her as crazy much as I do and I'm pretty sure his balls must be burning blue right about now.
One thing about my twin, both of us really, we know how to wait for what we want. And when we see something worth having, we do what it takes to get it.
17
Kendall
I'm not a giggly girl usually. At all. But right now I can't help myself, so I'll have to put it down to excessive happiness. I've had all sorts of dates but nothing quite like this. Usually the guy is active as fuck, trying to get you off fast and show he's a real man especially if he's the sort that hits the gym three times a week. All good because I like to be shown a good time.
But then either he leaves or I do. Or if it was really good (and he's not a total douche commitment phobe) we'll pass out in the same bed and wake up to that morning-breath awkwardness.
I've always longed for the kind of hook-up you see in movies. Where I'm sitting at the breakfast bar, wearing his white shirt and nothing else. My hair perfectly tousled rather than matted, making shockingly smart banter while he cooks me an amazing breakfast with mimosas and Nespresso lattes.
Never happens.
Usually I can be found sneaking out into the night when the Uber finally shows and wondering whether I'll even get a text the next day.
And now here I am, sprawled naked on a comfortable chaise, wide as a bed, with a triangle rest at one end to prop us up. Except I'm supported on the strapping arm of one professional skydiver. Compressed between the two hottest twins on the planet. I'm as naked as the day I was born, aside from five inch Louboutins (lucky sale grab) and not remotely thinking of leaving.
“Don't even think about sleeping, Kendall,” Rhino grits into my ear. “I want to fuck your sweet pussy and you won't be able to remember where you're staying when I'm finished with you.”
My heart dances around in my chest. A happy dance, although mixed with a titch of trepidation when I think of how sore I already am and Rhino is at least as big as Hunter.
“I've got to train again tomorrow,” I mewl, with a tiny pout I don't mean at all.
I'm still enjoying being in teasing mode. They're allowing me to believe I could refuse them but I know they'd never let me leave, even if I wanted to. My body is so relaxed from the massive orgasms Hunter drew from me, with some help from his twin and a chaser of mezquila.
“You can jump under me again,” he replies.