Page 6 of Double the Fun

Harley might have had one too many. The two of them barely stop long enough to look at us but then reluctantly pull away.

“We need to get home. Now!” My brother nods.

“We can’t drive. I can’t drive like this.” Something tells me he’s not talking about being drunk. Yeah, I couldn’t control anything at this moment but my cock either.

“Uber.” Me and Cade say it at the same time and I pull my phone out to hit the app.

“I can’t find my dress, Cade.”

“Fuck it.” He takes his shirt off and puts it over her head.

In the car the girls agree that they want to see our shop, so we turn and head that way instead of home. But the shop just leads to more trouble as Cade finds the big bottle of whisky we keep hidden in our office…for tough days. And apparently, there aren’t that many of them because the damned thing is almost full when we start and by the time we finally go home with both the girls wearing nothing but our shirts all four of us are flat-out drunk and the bottle is empty.

The last thing I remember before sweet oblivion takes me, is my dream girl crawling up my body leaving a trail of kisses and heat where she goes. This must be heaven because nothing -NOTHING- could be more perfect than this night.

Chapter Six

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Harley

I wake up in a fog with hands all over my body and an insane amount of sticky liquid between my thighs. I must have had the biggest wet dream of my life because I’m a mess. It has to be the fog, but it a few minutes before my mind registers the fact hands are on me. They cup my ass and occasionally one will trace up my bare back and then go back to my ass.

My eyes fly open and I immediately wish I hadn’t done that. All I can do is moan as my world tilts and spins like I’m on a fucking ship.

“Maybe you should wait a minute before you go all crazy and vomit like that kid in the movie. I would prefer not to wear last night this early in the morning.”

Oh! My! GOD!

I don’t listen and sit up as fast as I can. I stare down into the face of a very satisfied Colm. What the fucking hell did I do last night? I open my mouth to either vomit or scream when he totally disarms me.

“Good God, your fucking beautiful.”

I feel my heart tip and my ovaries explode a little. I know I don’t feel beautiful this morning. I don’t even know how to respond to that. I can tell he isn’t lying or trying to tell me what he thinks I want to hear because right under me is the hard line of his cock.

He sits up and tips my head back with one of his hands - the other is still on my ass - and brings his mouth down to mine. It takes me a long time when he pulls back to hear the voices coming from the living room. Colm is dangerous. He can weave a spell on me quicker than I can try to fight the pull. Then the voice registers and I’m up and moving before I can stop and think about what I must look like.

“This is like some crazy shit your sister would do.”

I enter the room and see that douchebag, Chuck, standing at the door with my sister giving him a look from hell. She’s dressed in Cade’s shirt from last night and looks like she’s been very well taken care of. Meanwhile Cade is behind her nearly vibrating with the urge to beat the hell out of Chuck. My sister hands him his ass and makes his eyes skate over to where me and Colm are standing.

“Twins. You fucking them both at the same time or do the two of you switch out?”

This time it’s Colm who is picking me up and lifting me off the ground just enough so that I can’t run through the stupid son of a bitch. I don’t care how bad my hangover is, I can still kick him in the nuts. Again. And clearly, the first time wasn’t hard enough.

Harper turns into Cade and stops him from making a greasy stain out of Chuck and delivers the final death blow. “He’s not worth it. Besides if he hadn’t dumped me I could have been stuck with his tiny dick instead of one so much bigger…and better.”

A whoop of laughter from behind me rubs salt into the open wound my sister just made. I can’t say I’m not proud of her. It’s a side of her she doesn’t let out very often but when pissed she is so much worse than I am. I just leave physical scars. Harper attacks on a purely psychological level that leaves a person hurting for years. And I couldn’t be prouder.

“Oh fuck! She broke it off in you!” Colm walks over to Harper for a high-five, and I can’t help the maniacal smile that stretches across my face seeing him give her kudos. “That’s going to sting for…well, forever. Knowing that you got rid of a woman and she went out and found a man with a larger cock than yours almost immediately. It’s got to sting. Does it sting, Chuck? I wouldn’t know since you know…I happen to have one too, but I bet it stings, doesn’t it?”

Chuck looks around at the four of us and realization finally dawns on him - he doesn’t have a friend in the world here. He spins around and slams the door making my head ring and some of the dizzy come back. My sister deflates and goes to the couch, clearly feeling the same way I am.

“Can someone please tell me what the fuck happened last night and why I am wearing your shirt? And why do I have a tattoo?”

“Oh shit.” The burn from my ankle has me looking down as Cade fills us all in on the fact he gave her a tattoo while both of them were drunk…and left his initials.

When my eyes land on my ankle and there is a matching design on mine I start to freak out. “Oh my God! I have one too.”

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