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“Why? If Lauren’s a good girlfriend she drained you dry. Your dick shouldn’t stand up for me.” It was standing steadily though. Abel shoved me toward the door and I pouted. I flattened myself against the door holding the knob so he couldn’t open it.
“What do you want from me?” He asked, worn down.
“I don’t know, Abel. Maybe if you were actually happy instead of pretending to be then I wouldn’t bother you. I’d never want to interfere with your happiness but you’re not happy with that bitch downstairs.” In the next instant, Abel was crushing me under his weight.
“I can’t be happy with you either. If I could then none of this would matter because you’d be mine and I’d marry you and we could have had our fucking twins, Lucy but this isn’t that life. We don’t have that luxury.” We stared at each other. His eyes stern and mine full of tears.
He leaned down and kissed me and I locked my arms around his neck. “She didn’t fuck you like me, did she?”
“No. She can’t.” His hand slid up my shirt and I moaned.
“Did you think about me while your dick slid in and out of her?”
“Yes,” he hissed and bit my neck.
“Was her pussy wet for you like mine?”
“No,” he breathed against my throat and nibbled along my skin until he reached my jaw. “You know I love you Lucy but this is bad for us.” I nodded my head even though it killed me. “You have to find something…someone that’s not me. We have to do this together. We can do it.” His words were pretty but his dick was angry and it needed me. It dug into my abdomen shamelessly.
“We can?” I touched the head of his cock, wiping the precum away and smearing it across my lips.
“Goddammit, Lucy.” He slammed his fist against the door and I flinched. He tasted so good on my lips when I licked his flavor away. “Do you know how hard it is for me not to fuck you right now?”
“Seems like it’s pretty fucking hard.” I gripped his erection in my fist.
“It is. So get out before I break a promise we both made.”
“Okay. I’m leaving. I don’t like Carmen opening your door though.”
“Stop calling her Carmen. Jesus.”
“Should I call her Jesus then?” I smirked.
“Out, Lucy,” he boomed. I sighed and left his room with so many feelings coursing through me it was hard to count.
Downstairs, Nora and Lauren sat on the couch and Lauren frowned at me when I sat beside her. She smelled like Abel though and since I couldn’t fuck him, I was going to smell him at least. “Nice perfume,” I complimented her.
“I don’t have anything on.”
“Oh, you do. It’s my favorite,” I exhaled.
“I’m going to get something to drink, Nora would you like anything?” Lauren stood and smiled at my sister while ignoring my existence.
“I’m good. Thank you, Lauren. Luce, you want anything?”
“Whiskey would be nice.”
“It’s ten in the morning for Christ’s sake.”
“Don’t think I asked what time it was. I asked for whiskey. Hop to Carmen.” I clapped my hands and stretched my legs out on Abel’s pristine glass coffee table.
“How are you two twins?” Lauren asked with a disgusted lip curl.
“Because our mom’s egg split in two and then we implanted in her uterus and still came out better than you.” I winked at her and she grumbled before turning on her heel and heading into the kitchen.
“Lucy, I thought we were being nice.”
“You can be nice, Nora. I hate that bitch. She looks like a bird and she acts like one too. Squawk.” The bird noise came out of my mouth as soon as Lauren walked back in and Nora slapped her hand over her mouth, trying not to laugh.
