wall where it’s coming from and bang
loudly. My pounding shakes the wall, and I grin in victory when I hear a picture fall
from the wall and break. The music stops immediately. I’m still doing a little internal
victory dance in just a towel when someone knocks on the front door.
I don’t have time to dig through my bag that’s in the living room, so I throw my jeans
back on and grab a shirt from the dresser. I’m still pulling on the shirt when I open
the front door. My cock greets the blue-eyed beauty first as it comes to life at the
sight of her. An angry little thing, at least six inches shorter than I am, glares
up at me with red-rimmed eyes and her hands on her hips.
I start to introduce myself, but she begins to cry, which confuses me. When I involuntarily
reach out for her, she steps back a few paces, looking at my hand like it’s a poisonous
snake.
“What the hell, Liam? What are you trying to do to me?” she demands as tears fall
down her rosy cheeks. The girl isn’t wearing a trace of makeup, but she’s quite possibly
the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. Maybe I’ve just spent too much time overseas and
away from women.
“Huh?” I ask dumbly. I’m having trouble following her words as I’m too busy checking
her out.
Those blue eyes are staring back at me icily, effectively sending a shiver down my
spine. I’ve seen some scary shit over the past few years, but those eyes are pissed.
Her full lips are pressed into a line, and she looks close to going apeshit.
“I can’t believe you could do this to me. How can you play mind games with me like
this?” Her lip begins to quiver, and I have the urge to press my thumb to it.
Her long neck is elegant, and her dark, long hair, spills around it, creating a lovely
contrast. My eyes make their way to her breasts, which are more than a handful but
not too big. She’s wearing a dress, but I can tell that she doesn’t have a bra on
underneath. Again, my cock wants to come out and say hi. Her small nipples are protruding
through the fabric, and I want to put one between my teeth.
I finally drag my eyes back up to her and say, “Lady, you’re mistaken. I’m Lane. You’re
probably talking about my twin, Liam. Are you an old girlfriend or something?”
Liam always found the hottest chicks. It had to be his brooding, mysterious personality.
I was always more selective, but he loved them all. They flocked to him in hoards.
It was annoying as fuck.
“Old girlfriend?” Her voice is becoming shrill, and I have the urge to grab her shoulders
to shake some sense into her.
“What then?” I demand. We aren’t getting anywhere with this conversation.
“I guess if you call last week old, then yes. When you see him, tell him thanks for
leaving me. This is ridiculous!”
Her words confuse the hell out of me, so when she flails her arms in the air in frustration,
I grab her wrist. The icy-blue eyes lose their luster and cloud over. Her body goes
limp. I realize that she’s fainting and pull her into my arms before she hits the
floor.
I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but my heart is racing like crazy as I carry
her to my bed and set her down. Hurrying into the bathroom, I locate a washcloth and
run it under the cold water. After I wring it out, I carry it back over to her and
place it along her forehead.
I sit down beside her on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what’s wrong with
this woman. A few minutes later, she blinks open her eyes. At first, she looks at
me like she’s confused, but then she smiles at me with such love that my heart pounds
back at her.
“Liam, you came back,” she whispers and closes her eyes. Not this again.
I sigh as I pull the cloth from her forehead and reposition it across her neck. Her
eyes fly back open.
“I’m Lane, not Liam. What’s your name?”
Tears fill her eyes again as she remembers our conversation.
“You
loudly. My pounding shakes the wall, and I grin in victory when I hear a picture fall
from the wall and break. The music stops immediately. I’m still doing a little internal
victory dance in just a towel when someone knocks on the front door.
I don’t have time to dig through my bag that’s in the living room, so I throw my jeans
back on and grab a shirt from the dresser. I’m still pulling on the shirt when I open
the front door. My cock greets the blue-eyed beauty first as it comes to life at the
sight of her. An angry little thing, at least six inches shorter than I am, glares
up at me with red-rimmed eyes and her hands on her hips.
I start to introduce myself, but she begins to cry, which confuses me. When I involuntarily
reach out for her, she steps back a few paces, looking at my hand like it’s a poisonous
snake.
“What the hell, Liam? What are you trying to do to me?” she demands as tears fall
down her rosy cheeks. The girl isn’t wearing a trace of makeup, but she’s quite possibly
the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen. Maybe I’ve just spent too much time overseas and
away from women.
“Huh?” I ask dumbly. I’m having trouble following her words as I’m too busy checking
her out.
Those blue eyes are staring back at me icily, effectively sending a shiver down my
spine. I’ve seen some scary shit over the past few years, but those eyes are pissed.
Her full lips are pressed into a line, and she looks close to going apeshit.
“I can’t believe you could do this to me. How can you play mind games with me like
this?” Her lip begins to quiver, and I have the urge to press my thumb to it.
Her long neck is elegant, and her dark, long hair, spills around it, creating a lovely
contrast. My eyes make their way to her breasts, which are more than a handful but
not too big. She’s wearing a dress, but I can tell that she doesn’t have a bra on
underneath. Again, my cock wants to come out and say hi. Her small nipples are protruding
through the fabric, and I want to put one between my teeth.
I finally drag my eyes back up to her and say, “Lady, you’re mistaken. I’m Lane. You’re
probably talking about my twin, Liam. Are you an old girlfriend or something?”
Liam always found the hottest chicks. It had to be his brooding, mysterious personality.
I was always more selective, but he loved them all. They flocked to him in hoards.
It was annoying as fuck.
“Old girlfriend?” Her voice is becoming shrill, and I have the urge to grab her shoulders
to shake some sense into her.
“What then?” I demand. We aren’t getting anywhere with this conversation.
“I guess if you call last week old, then yes. When you see him, tell him thanks for
leaving me. This is ridiculous!”
Her words confuse the hell out of me, so when she flails her arms in the air in frustration,
I grab her wrist. The icy-blue eyes lose their luster and cloud over. Her body goes
limp. I realize that she’s fainting and pull her into my arms before she hits the
floor.
I don’t know what the fuck just happened, but my heart is racing like crazy as I carry
her to my bed and set her down. Hurrying into the bathroom, I locate a washcloth and
run it under the cold water. After I wring it out, I carry it back over to her and
place it along her forehead.
I sit down beside her on the edge of the bed, trying to figure out what’s wrong with
this woman. A few minutes later, she blinks open her eyes. At first, she looks at
me like she’s confused, but then she smiles at me with such love that my heart pounds
back at her.
“Liam, you came back,” she whispers and closes her eyes. Not this again.
I sigh as I pull the cloth from her forehead and reposition it across her neck. Her
eyes fly back open.
“I’m Lane, not Liam. What’s your name?”
Tears fill her eyes again as she remembers our conversation.
“You
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