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Her heart squeezed tightly at his words. “Bullshit.”
“It’s not bullshit. I loved you. I loved you from the minute I saw you outside the pub back in Dublin. I saw you get off your shitty little moped, pull your helmet off and shake your hair out and I was on my feet, ready to jump through the pane of glass of the front window of the pub to get you. Then you fell,” he grunted, “right into Kiefer’s arms. At first, I wasn’t mad about it. We’re twins. If you wanted one, you’d want the other. Then you didn’t even see me. Fuck I hated you. for it. We are identical. Hell, our cocks are the same size. Yet, you didn’t even give me a second look.”
“How can you sit here and tell me you loved me and hated me at the same time?”
“It was easy to hate you, Genesis. I was right there, right in front of you, with the same emotions on my face which were on his and yet you saw him and only him. I have to ask why?”
She shrugged, “I don’t know.”
“Look at me, Genesis. Look at me.” He urged her and when she slowly turned to meet his eyes, he dared her, “what is the
difference?”
“Physically? Nothing. It wasn’t his physical which drew me to him. the first day or any day after. I mean, you’re both incredibly
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stunning men. No denying it at all. You draw gazes everywhere you go. Kiefer though, the minute he caught me in his arms, the way he smiled at me, the way he looked at me, it made me feel like I was the only person in the room. While he was always looking at me and me alone, you were never looking in my direction. By the end of the very first night, you were looking at me like I’d used my moped to mow down your dog.”
“I was dumbstruck the first night. I could barely get a word out and then three rounds in you were on his lap. Then you were fucking in the bathroom. I thought for sure he’d call me in since we usually shared everything, including our women. He didn’t. He kept you to himself. He knew I wanted you. He could tell because I was at the door when he was helping you stand up. We fought about it.”
“You fought about it?”
“Yeah. The next day when he picked you up from your hostel and he wore a black eye, where do you think he got it?”
“You gave him a black eye.”
“Yes.”
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“Why?”
“He refused to bring it up.
“To bring what up?”
“A threesome. To share you.”
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She was finding it difficult to breathe at his words. “You wanted. him to ask me if I would have a threesome with you and him.”
“Yes.”
“And he refused.”
“Yes. He said you were too special to share. He wanted you for himself. I told him all the men in the pub knew I’d seen you first and he didn’t care.” The sound of Egan’s laugh behind them made him roll his shoulders, “you could have been mine.”
“Tadgh,” she was aghast at his words. “You can’t be serious.”
“Why not? He forbade me from bringing it up. He was born three minutes before me, and he thinks it gives him some kind of superiority over me. I love him. He’s a great brother and my best friend on the planet. You came between us.”
“I wasn’t interested in you,” she whispered.
“If it were me,
to come out and meet you. If I’d swept you off your feet. If I’d bought your first beer and I’d been the one to dance with you on the dance floor, you wouldn’t have said you weren’t interested in me. He blocked me, purposefully blocked me, so he could have you to himself. Do you know what he said to me the night I gave him the black eye? You were just too good to share.”
“Why are you telling me this now?”
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“Because I want you. Even now. After all this time. I still want. you, Genesis. If you agreed, I’d take you to the bedroom at the back of this plane and I’d fuck you until the plane landed.”
She blushed at his hotly spoken words. “I don’t want you.”
“No?” he leaned closer, running his nose along her ear, his voice low, “I bet your panties are soaked with the idea of fucking your husband’s brother. I bet the curiosity of whether we fuck the same as we look is making your sweet little pussy pulse. I bet your nipples are hard underneath your oversized hoodie. I want to ram my hard cock into your tight little hole until you coat me in your come.” He grabbed her hand off the armrest between them and boldly placed it against his crotch, “just sitting next to you, breathing in your scent, watching the way your lips move when you talk and all I want to do is fuck every hole in your body. Can you feel what you do to me, and you didn’t even know it was possible, did you?”
She yanked her hand away from his but not before she felt his rigid cock twitch under her palm. Swallowing nervously, aware her breath was short, she looked back out the window again and shook her head, “stop being so rude.”
“I’ve dreamed so many dreams of you sucking my cock. I fantasized of you under me too many times to count. We could have been so good together. We still could be.”
She flung her seat belt off and stormed off away from him, hating the way his low laugh caused goosebumps to run over her entire body and slammed into the tiny bathroom behind the cockpit. Leaning against the door, her chest heaving she
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Staring into the mirror she gripped the edge of the sink and stared at herself. A bluish tint circled her eyes, and they were bloodshot from the crying she’d been doing. All the feisty feelings she’d been channelling over the last couple of days felt like it was slipping through her fingers.
Her eyes narrowed into slits as she glared at her reflection. “You are better than this. You worked so hard to escape this shit.” She inhaled deeply as a bitter resentment filled her over Astra’s abandonment. She’d not ever realized the woman was harboring feelings more than a sisterly love for her, but she knew today it was true. The part which hurt was how this woman who’d been her best friend was now turning her back on her for the second time but even more painful was the fact Astra expected her to leave her son behind and run away with her. This wasn’t fucking. Thelma and Louise. This was her life and her son’s life, and she hadn’t worked so damn hard to save it only to lose hope now.
Her father, the man who along with his wife when she was a newborn, left her a small fortune nobody knew about. When she’d turned eighteen her dad’s lawyer who kept track of her over the years, let her know the money was there. She wasn’t sure how the man who led such a simple life with her and her mother managed to have ten million dollars stashed away for her, but he did. Her parents taught her the value of a dollar and being in foster care made it even more important for her to not spend lavishly. She’d hidden her wealth from everyone.
Not even Astra knew exactly how much her dad left her and as she considered it perhaps the reason, she’d never told her was
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because deep down she wasn’t as trusting of Astra as she believed herself to be. What kind of woman said she was in love with someone but then complained of being jealous of being second to her child? Anger at her friend made her stomach curl and her fists furl into tight bunches.
She was going to have to do this on her own. She would find a way to escape again, taking her son with her and this time there would be no mistakes. Despite how much Egan wanted to have his father in his life, the man was a murderous bastard, and it put Egan in danger. The last thing she needed was for her son to be in the line of fire because of the people his father was associated with, and she lifted her chin with resolve.
The question was, how could she do it? How could she find a way to get rid of the O’Reilly family once and for all? She thought of Kiefer and Tadgh and back to the foolish comments Tadgh made moments ago.
It wasn’t she’d never noticed him but from the very first time. they’d met, he’d been aloof, cold, and downright rude to her. Despite his crap about being in love with her at first sight, she never once felt any kind of affection from him. All of his blustering moments ago was another way he was torturing and teasing her, surely?
“What if it was true though,” the little voice in her head mocked her. “What if he’d really wanted you to be his instead of
Kiefer’s?”
A dastardly thought popped into her head, and she fought the wicked smile curving her lips as she considered it. What if she
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played it? What if she gave Tadgh exactly what he wanted? He said she could still be his. What if she could be? Could she drive a wedge. between the O’Reilly brothers in a way which would splinter the family and allow her some way to escape with Egan?
The tiny fragment of a thought took hold in her brain, and she let it fester. She’d only ever been with one lover other than Kiefer before he ruined her for any other man but as Tadgh said, they were twins. She could fake it with him. It would be easy. Have an illicit affair with the twin brother of her estranged husband, cause chaos and when things were going to hell in a handbasket, she’d make her escape. She’d play it slowly, allow herself time to get her affairs in order, find a place to raise Egan where they wouldn’t be found and then while the family was imploding over their squabbling over who she really belonged with, she’d be gone.
It was useless to stop the smile on her face. She knew Kiefer still wanted her. His dick had been hard in a restaurant bathroom for crying out loud. She simply needed to play off Tadgh’s emotions and butter up Kiefer and voila, brothers at odds.
A knock on the bathroom door made her jump and she almost. laughed at her silliness.
“Open up, Genesis.” Kiefer’s voice was irritated.
Great. Now what?
Warning herself to keep her anger in check, she took a deep breath and pulled the door open.
“What?”
