Just Be Her Page 24

  “Why aren’t you two together? Like, a couple?”

  They both laughed.

  “When Renshaw walked into my bar, I was in no state to start a relationship,” Andre said. “I was a fucking mess, and I’d just decided to get my life together after my dad died.”

  “And I’d only just given my parents the middle finger and started a new life. I was still making peace with myself. And I still wasn’t completely accepting of my sexuality,” Ren added.

  “And now?” I pushed.

  “Now . . .” Andre cocked his head at me and blinked slowly. “Look, we’ve been hooking up for years, but we’re there for each other above all else. Now we know who we are enough to not give a shit about what people think.”

  “Now I’m grown up enough to know that just because he fucks someone else doesn’t mean he wants to stop fucking me.” Ren shrugged, and Andre pointed at him and nodded in agreement.

  A moment of silence fell between us, and then my stupid filter failed me once again. “You two look good together.”

  Two slow, questioning grins made me feel hot under the collar of the T-shirt dress. Or maybe it was the warm Louisiana night.

  “I saw you kissing in the hallway recently.” I cleared my throat. “And again last night, on the street.”

  They kept watching me, not saying anything.

  “I liked it.” Wow. Zero filter. None.

  “Pervert,” Ren whispered, but instead of throwing me out, he turned Andre’s head toward himself with a gentle nudge on the bigger man’s jaw and leaned in to kiss him. He kept his eyes on me the entire time.

  Their kiss was slow but intense, Ren’s hand caressing Andre’s chest, Andre gripping Ren’s knee. Ren’s eyes never once closed, never stopped pinning me with their stare, making me feel like I was the one kissing him—or both of them.

  When they pulled apart, Andre turned his head in my direction. “You wanna watch? Or join in?”

  “Join in,” I breathed, not even a second of hesitation. I’d wondered how I would fit in with them. It seemed now I was about to find out.

  Andre twisted to face me and leaned over the chair arms. I met him halfway. He grabbed my waist and pulled me closer as he kissed me. His mouth was warm and slick. I knew I was imagining it, but it felt like I could taste Ren.

  I placed my hand on Andre’s thick thigh, the denim soft under my touch. Another hand covered mine. Ren kneeled in front of Andre, one hand on his knee, the other covering my hand. His eyes were hooded as they met mine, his lips parted. He darted his tongue out and licked his piercing, and I moaned into Andre’s mouth.

  Ren nudged my hand, and together we caressed Andre’s thigh until we reached the hard bulge between his legs. Now it was Andre’s turn to moan into my mouth.

  We stroked him together, his erection like a steel rod through the fabric. Then Ren tugged my hand away. With one last lick against his full lips, I pulled away from Andre and let Ren help me to my feet.

  With a confident grip on my hips, he maneuvered me until I was facing Andre, my legs spread wide on either side of his thighs, but when I tried to lower myself, he kept me upright.

  After a moment his hands released me, and he knelt to undo Andre’s jeans and pull them down his hips. His thick erection sprang free. Did he never wear underwear?

  I held on to Andre’s shoulders for balance and watched between my legs as Ren wrapped his lips around Andre’s cock, his messy brown hair falling forward and mingling with the wiry black hair.

  Andre moaned and threw his head back, his gaze fixed on mine. He palmed my breasts and kneaded them, rubbing his thumbs over my nipples. I arched into the touch.

  I was beyond turned on, completely lost in the lust and sensuality of the moment. I was so wet, and no one had even touched me between my legs yet.

  As if he’d read my mind, Andre dragged both hands down my sides and hiked my dress up around my waist before grabbing my ass. His hands slid up and down, gripping firmly and making me lean forward until my cleavage was in his face.

  Andre dropped one hand to the back of Ren’s head as he moved the other to my front and rubbed me over my underwear. He moved his hand in rhythm with Ren’s head, and I started rocking my hips involuntarily.

  “Fuck.” Andre groaned. “She’s soaked through her panties already.”

  Ren pulled back, letting Andre’s gleaming cock rest on his belly.

  One firm hand pushed between my shoulder blades, making me press my chest flush with Andre’s and stick my ass out. The other hand joined Andre’s between my legs.

  While Andre rubbed my clit in circles, Ren nudged the soaking fabric aside and spread the moisture, teasing my entrance with his fingers pressed flat.

  The friction was wonderful, but I wanted more. “I need something inside me now. Please.” My words were breathy, desperate.

  “Yes, ma’am.” Andre banded one strong arm around my back, gripping my ass with the other as he stood. Ren helped him step out of his pants, and he carried me inside and dropped me on the bed.

  I bounced on the dark sheets and laughed, the shot of adrenaline only adding to the desire already coursing through my veins.

  For a charged moment, they both just stood there, looming over me and watching me with their hungry eyes.

  I sat up and removed my dress. They both took my lead and whipped their shirts off. I unclasped my bra and removed it slowly as I took them in—one chest broad and dark with black hair, one lean and pale, decorated with ink.

  Andre palmed his dick and gave it a stroke as he stepped closer. He was the only one completely nude.

  I pulled my panties off and spread my legs. If they were going to watch me so lasciviously, I was going to give them something to look at.

  Two sets of eyes—one dark brown, one vibrant green—immediately dropped to my lap. Their gazes felt like a caress, so heady I could almost feel it on my skin.

  Ren still had his pants on, so I reached out and pulled him toward me by the waistband. Andre’s hands snaked around from behind him and undid Ren’s pants for me. I pushed them down, and he stepped out of them.

  I gripped him by the base and did something I’d been fantasizing about since I’d first walked in on him in the men’s room. I darted my tongue out and flicked the piercing.

  He heaved a shuddering sigh.

  “Give it a little tug with your teeth. He loves that.” Andre sat on the bed next to me, his low instructions sending a shiver down my spine.

  I did as he said, gripping the smooth metal between my teeth and giving it a little tug. Ren moaned. Andre started kissing my neck, his hand dragging up the inside of my thigh.

  As I took Ren into my mouth and sucked, Andre pushed a finger into me. He worked me while I worked Ren, but after a few moments, Ren took a step away.

  He pushed on my shoulders until I was flat on my back, one hot, hard male body on either side. They pulled my legs apart, trapping them between their thighs, and then Ren kissed me. He devoured my mouth as Andre’s closed over my nipple and sucked.

  Andre added a second finger and started pumping them into me at a steady pace. I moaned into Ren’s mouth, and he bit my bottom lip before releasing it so I could breathe and pant and writhe under them.

  Ren’s hand joined Andre’s between my legs and rubbed the most sensitive spot in rhythm with Andre’s thrusts. The combined sensations pushed me over the edge. I came hard, calling out as my abdominal muscles clenched and pleasure crashed through me.

  As my vision began to clear, they removed their hands. Ren grabbed Andre by the wrist and licked his fingers clean. Then they were kissing, locked in a passionate embrace inches from my face, their bodies writhing against mine.

  It was the single most erotic thing I’d ever seen.

  Seeing them kiss those few times had been intriguing and exciting, but seeing it up close, threading my fingers into their hair, caressing their shoulders as I unashamedly watched every second of it—that was on a whole other level.


  I wedged my arms between hard chests and tight abs and wrapped my fingers around two rigid, twitching cocks.

  They both groaned and pulled apart, turning to look at me.

  My core clenched, already ready for round two. As I stroked them slowly, reveling in the sensation of the smooth skin in my palms, I rocked my hips, desperate for someone to touch me too.

  Andre pulled away while Ren leaned down to kiss me, caressing my body, palming my breasts, gripping my hip, but stopping just short of touching me where I wanted him most.

  Then he pulled away too.

  A bottle of lube landed on the bed next to me, and they both made quick work of sliding on condoms.

  I wondered how this was going to work but bit my lip to stop myself from asking. I’d never been with two men before, but I had an imagination, and scenario after erotic scenario flashed through my head. But instead of demanding to know everything, like I usually did in every aspect of my life, I relaxed into the bed and let the moment go where it would.

  Andre leaned over me, wrapping a strong arm around my back so he could lift me farther up the bed and rest my head on a pillow. It smelled like him, and I sighed. My taut nipples pressed against his chest, and I leaned up to kiss him.

  He brushed my hair out of my face with both hands as he kissed me back. His tongue stroked mine, his mouth stealing my breath as he lined his hips up and started to push into me.

  I felt Ren’s hands push my knees wider, and I opened my eyes. He was watching us with a smirk, his gaze meeting mine, then trailing down our bodies as Andre filled me up inch by slow inch.

  When his hips were flush with mine, his hard cock deep inside me, he sighed and broke the kiss to look over his shoulder.

  Ren grabbed the lube and positioned himself behind Andre. I couldn’t see past his waist, but I had a pretty good idea what he was doing.

  Ren’s lips parted, his eyes drooping—Andre’s expression mirrored his. The pressure on my hips increased just a fraction as Ren leaned forward a bit.

  Slowly, they started to move, Ren thrusting in and out of Andre as Andre thrust in and out of me in shallow, intense strokes. I rolled my hips to meet his on every stroke.

  Eventually, we found a good rhythm, all of us moving and moaning and reveling in this incredible feeling together.

  Ren held himself up with his hands on either side of my shoulders, the muscles in his arms taut and popping. I ran my fingers up one of his arms, raking my nails over his shoulder. With my other hand, I gripped the back of Andre’s neck. I needed to touch them both, hold on to them both.

  Ren was holding his weight off us, but it still didn’t leave Andre’s bulk a lot of room. He was pressed against my chest, the weight of his muscular body only adding to the incredible feeling of fullness between my legs.

  He started to groan, burying his face in my neck. He licked and kissed the spot between incoherent sounds of pleasure.

  Our moans and grunts and skin slapping against skin mingled with the thump of music from the bar below.

  Andre lifted his head and cried out, the deep sound reverberating through his chest. The muscles in his neck stretched as he climaxed, his hips grinding into mine.

  His release set Ren off.

  “Come with me,” he demanded through clenched teeth, his intense gaze fixed on mine. He pounded his hips, the motion helping Andre grind into me harder.

  Ren’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he moaned through his release, rocking back and forth.

  We were like a chain reaction, and I went next. With both of their gazes on me, I shattered. I completely let go and became a ball of sensation, pleasure shooting through my entire being in waves.

  We detangled our bodies, and they collapsed on either side of me, all of us breathing hard.

  I looked at one man, then the other, then up to the ceiling and smiled.

  I didn’t let myself think it, but somewhere in the back of my mind, I wondered how the hell I was supposed to walk away from this.

  Twenty-Three

  Toni

  Everyone was in the grand foyer at the front of the house when Oren and I came in through the kitchen.

  “Ah! Here they are.” Caroline spotted us first, motioning us closer as Preston stepped aside to reveal the woman by the front door.

  She was a little shorter than me, her dark hair pulled up in a neat bun and her plump figure draped in a conservative blue dress, shapely legs under the pencil skirt. She had a heart-shaped face and a thin nose. Her eyes were hazel, but she looked enough like an older version of me that I knew immediately this was Alex’s mother.

  Shitcuntshit!

  My heart dropped into my stomach, my brain scrambling for ways to duck out of the way before she saw me, but it was too late. We were already standing before the group.

  Caroline placed a gentle hand on Oren’s arm. “Annabelle, meet my son, Oren.” Caroline beamed at her boy, but Annabelle’s eyes were glued to my face. Confusion and then shock flicked across her features. I shook my head, a tiny movement that, coupled with the plea in my eyes, I hoped would be enough to keep her from exposing us all.

  She smiled widely, as if nothing were amiss, and peered up at Oren. “What a handsome young man. You should both be very proud. Hello, Alexandria, darling.” She reached a hand out, and I took it. Her fingers gripped mine tightly. I didn’t dare shake her off, even though all I wanted to do was run like hell straight out the front door.

  “It’s such a pleasure to meet you, ma’am.” Oren shook her other hand.

  “What a surprise.” I laughed, hoping it didn’t sound as hysterical as I felt.

  “I hope you don’t mind.” Caroline giggled like a schoolgirl. “It was a little secret between your mama and me. We wanted to surprise you with a visit. She was missing you like crazy.”

  “And I know how you like to know absolutely everything, so I didn’t tell a soul I was on my way.” Annabelle kept my hand in her iron grip.

  Preston laughed. “Look at her. She can hardly believe it. No one can keep anything from my cousin.”

  Everyone laughed.

  The sudden squeak of a shoe on polished floor made us all turn. George was standing near the hallway, his eyes wide.

  “You’ve even managed to surprise George, Mrs. Zamorano,” Oren said.

  “It would seem so.” Annabelle smiled, but it didn’t reach her eyes. The hand still clasping mine started to shake.

  George visibly gathered his wits and smiled. “What a wonderful surprise.”

  “I’d like to catch up with you both.” Annabelle gave him a meaningful look, then turned to the group. “Winery business. I hope I’m not being terribly rude if I excuse myself for the moment? Traveling takes it out of me, and I think this southern heat is not helping. I’m suddenly a little light-headed.”

  “Of course.” Caroline’s gaze held nothing but concern. “Let me get someone to show you to your room.”

  “That’s OK,” I interjected. “I’ll take her up to mine for now.”

  Annabelle didn’t wait for anyone to respond, heading in the direction of the stairs. She kept her grip on mine all the way up and into my room. It was only when I closed the door that she finally released me.

  “This isn’t what it looks like, I swear,” I told the door, then slowly turned to face her. “Alex knows I’m here. In fact, it was her idea to—”

  My words died in my throat. Her hands were covering her mouth, her eyes watering. So many deep emotions ran through her gaze I had no chance at guessing what any of them were.

  “Antoinette.” My name on her lips was something between a plea and a prayer.

  “How the hell do you know my name?”

  “They kept your name. My baby. My sweet, precious child.” Tears ran down her cheeks, her shoulders shaking, as she reached her arms out and stepped toward me.

  With the door at my back, I had nowhere to run, but the intensity of her reaction kept me rooted to the spot anyway. She wrapped her arms aro
und my shoulders and held me as she cried. Reflexively I hugged her back, holding her around the waist.

  After a few moments, I realized how bizarre this whole situation was, and I dropped my arms. She held on for a little bit longer, sniffling as she tried to get her crying under control. When she finally released me, she kept her hands on my shoulders and stared into my face, as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

  “What exactly is happening? Who do you think I am?” I frowned and stepped out of her reach. I didn’t like this stranger’s hands on me, her tears soaking my shoulder, her grief squeezing my heart.

  “I just can’t believe it’s really you. After all this time.” Her words were shaky with emotion. She visibly tried to calm herself, smoothing down the front of her dress and reaching for some tissues on the desk nearby.

  A quick rap sounded at the door, and George let himself in, closing it firmly behind him.

  “Why did you keep this from me?” Annabelle demanded.

  “I had no idea what it was I was keeping from you.” George held his hands up in surrender. “I swear. We ran into her by chance, and honestly, I just thought it was a fluke. They say that, statistically speaking, there are at least two or three people walking around with looks identical to each other.”

  “You still should have told me. I’m her mother. I need to know what’s happening in her life.”

  “With all due respect, she’s a grown woman, and I was simply following her instructions.”

  “Excuse me.” I raised my voice, interrupting before they could keep arguing. My bubbling frustration was making the turbulent, emotional day I’d already had even worse. I had no idea what the hell was going on. “Can someone please explain?”

  “It’s been so long.” Annabelle looked weary, the kind of tired that comes with carrying a burden your entire life. “I don’t even know where to begin.”

  I turned to George and raised my eyebrows. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a manila envelope that had been folded lengthways to fit.

  “May as well start with the facts.” He sighed. “The lab results came in this morning. I was on my way to find you. I’ve tried calling Alexandria several times, but she’s not answering. According to this”—he waved the envelope in front of me—“you and Alexandria are sisters. Twins.”