Twinsequences (Twisted Twin #1)(10)
Author: Jennifer Foor

Actually, I don’t know if anything had ever felt this way before. This was different. This was Stoshua.

He pulled my bottoms off of me, allowing me to step out of them, then he pulled me back down to kneel in front of him. He pushed the hair away from my face. “So beautiful.”

I was completely naked in front of him, feeling warm and free from the alcohol. He grabbed another strawberry and took a bite before feeding me the rest. Our next kiss tasted of fruit, but was even deeper than the first.

“Tell me you want me.” He requested.

I did want him. I wanted him more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life. “I do.”

He took my hand and ran it over his trunks. “Feel how much I want you.”

He only had to move my hand across it once, before I slid it down the front of his shorts. He was so warm, so smooth, so hard. I gasped as I got my hand around his girth. He groaned when I began to massage it with one hand.

I licked my lips again, salivating at just the idea of having it in my mouth. I wasn’t promiscuous, but I wanted this man. I wanted to feel his smooth shaft against my lips as I took him into my mouth. I needed to have him. I wanted him inside of me.

His head leaned close to my ear. He kissed it before speaking. “I’m so in love with you.”

Then I just froze.

I was kneeled in front of him, with my hand down his pants and all I could think about was him being married to my sister. They’d said vows. He was in love with her. This whole day was about them working things out.

What kind of person was I?

I stood up and grabbed my clothes, covering myself with them, the best I could. “Oh God! I can’t do this.”

“Babe, wait! Where are you going?”

“Stosh, I’m so sorry. I never meant for it to go this far. I swear.”

He tried to grab my arm, as I began putting on my clothes. I was already crying, desperately trying to figure out how I was going to explain myself to Ivy. I was supposed to be keeping everything in order while she was gone, not seducing my way into her husband’s heart, making him think I was her. I hated myself. “Can you just hold on a minute. We’re on a boat.”

“You need to take me back to shore, Stosh. Trust me, this was a huge mistake.”

When I had my shorts up and my bra hooked, he spun me around and held my arms with both hands. “Is this because I said I loved you?”

I shook my head, but continued to cry. “You’re never going to forgive me for this. I’m so sorry. I’m an awful person.” I pulled out of his hold and started to go down toward the galley. I just wanted to lock myself in the bathroom until we were back.

“Willow, wait!”

I froze, halfway inside and yet still topside. I said nothing, thinking I just imagined it.

I could feel him standing right behind me. “Please don’t walk away from me.” He sounded like he was about to bawl.

I turned slowly, looking him right in the eyes. He was breathing heavy and his eyes were intensely staring right at me. “I meant everything I said.”

“I don’t understand.” I took one step back.

He took one step forward. “You think I can’t tell the difference between you and Ivy? I’ve been in love with you since the first day I saw you. The two of you may be identical, but there’s nothing about you that’s the same to me.”

I just kept looking at him. I felt like I was in the Twilight Zone. “How long have you known?”

He chuckled. “Since I walked into a clean house.” He took one step closer. “Since you cooked me the best home cooked meal that I’ve had in years.” He took another step closer. “Since you sat there watching a channel that your sister can’t stand.” He took one hand and ran it down my arm. “Since you put ranch on your steak.” He brought my hand up to his lips. “Since you ordered that doughnut, when you wanted my fritter.”

“You were testing me?” For just a second, I felt played. Sure, I was pretending to be someone else the whole time, but it still rubbed me the wrong way. “Why did you let me keep acting like her?”

“Would you have spent time with me, if you knew I knew? Would you have let me kiss you?”

That tingly feeling overwhelmed me again. I thought about all of the places that his lips had been. “I…”

“Willow, more than anything, I knew it was you the first time I kissed you yesterday. Nobody has ever kissed me like that, except you, in the hallway when we were in high school. I know you remember it.”

I didn’t know what to say. “I don’t understand.” I had to sit down, because I was feeling like I was going to pass out. “Please tell me what’s going on. You’re married to my sister. I can’t be with you, Stoshua.”

“You want to though, right? You want to be with me?”

I wanted to answer him, but this was wrong in so many more ways than me just pretending to be Ivy. He hadn’t even asked about his wife. “Do you know where Ivy is?”

He shrugged. “I don’t care.” He sat down beside me and leaned in, like he was going to kiss me.

I pushed him away. “I care!”

He laughed at me. “Will, you’ve been gone for four years. Your sister hasn’t changed a damn bit. She’s a manipulative bitch. Did you think you were really here to help her?”

“She said she needed my help. She said she was desperate.” Now I really wanted to know why she’d asked me to come. What was he not telling me?

“She needs help, but it isn’t something you can do. That bitch is mental. She thinks she can control people like they’re her puppets.” I could hear the hate in his voice.

“Stop saying that! She’s your wife. You loved her and you married her. I know it, because I was there!” I pointed right at him. “I won’t let you say these lies about her.”

He shook his head and looked away. “I should have known you’d act this way.” He got up and walked away.

I sat there in the pale moonlight and tried to gather my thoughts. I thought about all the things that he’d been saying since we’d been together. He was talking to me the whole time. For so many years, all I wanted was to be his.

None of this made sense. It was too much to take. I felt like I was in the middle of a web of lies.

I found Stosh sitting on a cushioned bench at the bow of the boat. He had a bottle of liquor in his hand and was looking out at the water. He didn’t even look my way as I approached him. “If you came over here to bitch me out, save it! I’m not in the mood, Will. I can say I’m sorry a million times, but you’re never going to believe me. I know I f**ked up.” He took the bottle and threw it out as far as he could, then put his hands over his head and looked down.