Page 830 of One More Kiss

It was an insane legend, but as we grew older, the more we caught on to the idea. The more we saw the love that radiated between our parents. All three of them.

Part of that included always wanting the same women.

Most were inclined to the idea at first, but after the sexual thrill wore off, they ditched us.

There were times when being a twin was fucking amazing.

Then there were moments like this.

When we obviously had a strong attraction to the same woman, but with no real outlet to handle it. It didn’t matter that I hadn’t spoken to Jenika personally. I knew her through my twin. The other half of my soul.

I lifted her into my arms and carried her the short distance to the chair Anders used for his clients. As I set her down on the cool leather, her eyes fluttered open and she pinned me with those brilliant stormy steel blues.

My heart thudded in my chest, the moment so powerful that it felt like a string was pulled taut between us. My gaze trailed down to see where my palm still rested against her neck.

“Did I faint?” Jenika asked, her voice slowed and slightly slurred.

Anders rushed forward and handed her a cold bottle of Dr. Pepper. “The sugar and caffeine will help. Vertigo spell?” He said it so casually, it was like he knew exactly what happened.

Must have been one of the conversations he wasn’t privy to.

Jenika nodded before taking a small sip of the sweet soda. “No idea what happened. I guess stress or nerves. I made sure to eat before I came.” She gave a self deprecating chuckle. “You haven’t even started my ink.”

“Just relax. I’ll go grab you some candy from the front. Julia hides the good stuff under her desk.” My twin smiled and hurried out to the front.

“You gave us quite a scare.” I balled my hands into fists to resist the urge to get my hands on her body.

It baffled me how connected I already felt to the curvy blue haired girl I just met.

She looked away shyly, her fingers tapping a steady rhythm against her thighs. Her lovely shapely thighs that I wouldn’t mind wrapped around my hips or clenching around my face as I ate her cunt.

“Sorry,” she muttered, still not meeting my gaze. “I get vertigo sometimes. When I’m stressed it likes to pop up. Along with migraines.”

“Don’t be sorry, little one.” I was unable to resist tucking the strand of hair behind her ear. It had fallen forward as she went out of her way to keep her eyes down. “You don’t need to hide yourself.”

Anders returned and moved to her otherwise. He handed her a few jolly ranchers. “We see you.”

Her brow furrowed and she blinked several times before turning to me, then to Anders. “You don’t even know me. How do you see me?”

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