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  I swear sometimes Lillian can be a pain in the ass, but she’s a damn good nanny to Ry.

  Nodding, I don’t speak another word while I contemplate what information Lillian has given me about Enya. Then Dean’s words pop into my head from a night we’d been playing poker, and Marc made a comment about them being pussy whipped. “It’s not pussy whipped when the pussy you’re taking is the only one you want, and your soul is connected to that person.”

  Fuck me, if in one night mine’s become entangled with Enya’s then I’m not sure if I should be pissed about this or not.

  Chapter 5

  Enya

  Waking up this morning, I felt no better about seeing Kenyon last night. I’d barely slept, tossing and turning. My thoughts kept going back to ones of the night I spent with him here in this bed for hours on end after we’d finally made it to the bed.

  Glancing around the bookstore, I sigh, debating on where to start. Sunday mornings I use the time before opening at noon to go through the inventory and see what all needs to be ordered the next day. Zoe will handle the coffee counter when she comes in and let me know what’s needed. I handle everything else. Lillian tries to come in on Sundays to help run the store while I do paperwork.

  Deciding to go ahead and get a little bit of paperwork done before either of them get in, I round the counter for the check-out. Taking a seat on the stool, I do my best to keep my thoughts from going down the path of all things Kenyon. My body already throbs for him and I don’t understand it.

  A banging on the door jerks me out of my thoughts and I take in the time. What in the world? I’d been zoned out for a good thirty minutes straight. I lift my gaze to the door as I stand to head over to it and suck in a breath at who’s standing there, looking all broody-like.

  Kenyon.

  Great, this is just what I need this morning.

  “Open the door, Enya,” he orders, placing his hands on his hips looking fierce.

  What would he want now?

  To humiliate me, maybe?

  Ugh.

  Slowly, I make my way to the door, and with shaky hands, I unlock the deadbolt. Kenyon pushes the door open, the little bell chimes as he steps into my space.

  “What are you doing here?” I rasp, unable to barely speak.

  “To make sure you’re fuckin’ okay. Do you have any idea what could have happened to you last night?” he growls, causing me to take a step back at the harsh tone.

  “Pardon?” I mutter, confused by his question.

  “You left your friends at the club last night. Fuck, you left by yourself. How much of an idiot do you have to be?” he snarls, his body growing taut.

  Oh no he didn’t.

  “I’m not an idiot and I don’t have to answer to you. You can leave now,” I snap, stiffening to stand my ground. I might seem like a weakling and such, but that doesn’t mean I won’t stand up for myself when need be.

  “What you did was unsafe, anything could have happened to you, and your friends would never have known,” he grinds out, stepping into my space once again.

  “You need to leave,” I whisper, lowering my head due to the guilt he’s making me feel for leaving Lillian and Zoe last night.

  “No, I’m not fuckin’ leaving,” he growls, wrapping his arm around my waist, hauling me even closer to him than I already was.

  “Why? Isn’t that what you do? Leave without so much as a goodbye, thanks for the orgasms,” I blurt out without meaning too.

  God knows why I said that out loud is beyond me. I shouldn’t have let that slip. I hold back the flinch, thinking he’d want to slap me for my comment. It’s what my stepfather would have done.

  One of Kenyon’s hands slides into my hair, wrapping his fingers through the strands until he gets the grip he wants, and tilts my head back. He makes a sound in the back of his throat as his mouth slams down on mine. I gasp in surprise, and he takes that as an invitation and slips inside. His tongue swirls and dances with mine, and I can’t help the moan that he absorbs into his mouth.

  Leaning further into him, I fist the black fitted t-shirt that suits him just as much as the red shirt he’d been wearing last night at the club.

  Kenyon lifts his head, removes his hand from my hair, and I barely contain the whimper of protest. I give a small scream when he lifts me into his arms by my ass and I have to hold onto his shoulders and wrap my legs around his waist.

  “Which way to your apartment?” he demands huskily, squeezing my ass.

  I tell him, and he goes in the direction I gave him. His mouth coming back to mine while he does so. I don’t know how he takes us there without bumping into anything, and I don’t care. He breaks his mouth apart from mine when we get to the stairs. He’s breathing harshly and growls when I move to nip his ear only to move down his neck, pressing kisses as I go.

  I’m sure what I’m doing is a big mistake, but I can’t get this man out of my mind. He’s ruined me for anyone else, I already know it. I only hope after this round I’ll be able to survive it.

  My mom told me stories; evidently, my father had confided in her. That those of his blood are destined to find the one they’re supposed to be with, and when they find them, no one else will do. I found it to be only lore for his family. Maybe it’s real. I mean, people believe in voodoo and such why couldn’t this be real too.

  Kenyon steps into my apartment from the entrance to the bookstore and goes into my bedroom. I squeal when I find myself being thrown through the air and land on the bed. Kenyon stands over me at the edge of the bed and removes his shirt while slipping his shoes off.

  I lick my lips nervously as he unbuckles his belt and undoes the button to his jeans.

  Before I have a chance to move, wanting to taste him in my mouth again, Kenyon reaches out and hauls me to him. He unbuttons my jeans, lowers the zipper, and goes about pulling them down my legs, finding one of my few secrets as he does.

  “Fuck me, no panties,” he rasps huskily. “You are full of surprises, anamchara.”

  Oh my, his accent is thick with need. Kenyon’s fingers trail up my legs once the jeans clear my feet and my lips start tingling at the sensation that fills me.

  Squirming under his touch, he drives me crazy with kisses up my thigh, my hip, and as his hands slide my shirt up and over my breasts, his lips follow. By the time he has my shirt over my head and releases the front clasp of my bra, I’m withering in need for him to take me.

  Kenyon slips his jeans down and spreads my legs. “I’ll be sure to take more time and savor what I’m taking as mine in a little while. For now, I need to be in you. I need to feel your pussy convulse around my cock as you take me.”

  I need that too. “Kenyon,” I pant, feeling him lined up at my entrance.

  I’m soaked for him already and it’s enough for him to thrust halfway then all the way deep inside on the second thrust. I cry out in pleasure, my back arching at the invasion of Kenyon pushing his cock deeply inside my walls. I know I’m no virgin, but in all honesty, this man’s the only lover I’ve known. The pleasure is all-consuming, and I’m more than ready for him when he picks up momentum and holds my gaze. Pumping deep into my core, I feel him bottoming out with each thrust. My body vibrates with the need to come.

  “Enya, come for me,” he growls his command, and it’s like his voice detonates my body, and I scream his name. Kenyon follows behind me several strokes later with a growl of my name.

  In the bliss of the orgasm he gives me, I find peace. A sense of safety fills me, and I close my eyes as he withdraws from my body and pulls me into his chest. Without meaning to, I fall asleep unsure of what to do next. Or if I’ll wake alone in my bed and this will be a dream.

  Chapter 6

  Kenyon

  Laying in Enya’s bed, I didn’t expect what we did to happen, but I couldn’t stop myself from taking her. She’d driven me nuts downstairs, seeing her beauty in the daylight and her wanting to get smart with me.

  I’d intended to talk to Enya, b
ut then she’d spewed that bullshit about me leaving. I lost my head and ended up shutting her up by kissing her. I don’t know what came over me when it came to me needing her.

  Enya must not have slept that great last night since she fell asleep in my arms right after an intense orgasm that had to be one of the best I’ve ever had too. I ended up dozing with her for a bit in my arms until the sounds of music came from somewhere, waking me up. I’m guessing down in the bookstore.

  Fuck.

  There’s no way she’s going back down there. She’s way too exhausted. Reaching to the side of the bed, I snag my phone out of my pocket and shoot a text to Lillian to check on Ryland as well as tell her to send Zoe a text letting her know that Enya wasn’t working today. I have plans for her and I intend to take my time with them. But first, I need to wake her up and get her to my house where I want her in my bed. It’s a hell of a lot more comfortable and bigger.

  Plus, I need to spend time with my son.

  Pressing a kiss to the top of her head, I stroke her naked back. My cock twitches at the idea of rolling her to her back and sinking into her once again. Enya moves, and I groan when her leg eases up mine and rests closer to my hip. The entrance to her tight sweet pussy right there, ready for the taking.

  Fuck, I need to be inside her again. With a gentleness I didn’t know I had in me, I slide into her depths. Enya moans, and I roll all the way to my back bringing her on top of me, wanting to see her ride my cock.

  “Kenyon,” she gasps, lifting her head and giving me a lustful gaze mixed with a sleepy look.

  “Ride me, aingeal álainn,” I command, gripping her hips in my hands to help her with her movements. I know I don’t need to and I could easily put my hands behind my head to enjoy the show. That’s not what I’m doing, though. No, I need my hands on her.

  Enya rides me, picking up speed then slowing down to grind herself, only to start rocking her hips again. Her pussy clasps around my cock as she gets closer to her orgasm. Shooting up to a sitting position, I move my hands from her hips down to her ass cheeks and work her at a faster pace bringing her to peak. She gasps my name, and I groan as her pussy all but pulls the cum from my balls as she tightens and comes. Burying my face in her neck, I kiss her there, tasting her skin as I’d done months ago.

  Holding her to me, I wait for her breathing to settle, savoring the way it hitches. Only when the hitch slows do I pull my face from her neck to meet her gaze and give her a grin. “Now that’s a beautiful sight, anamchara.”

  Enya gives me a small smile, her cheeks turning a pinkish blush. “You don’t have to say things you don’t mean,” she whispers, losing the smile and lowering her gaze.

  “Aingeal, I don’t say anything I don’t mean. I’m not one for lying and I definitely am not one for bullshit,” I mutter, sliding a hand up to palm the side of her face and guide her eyes back up to look at me once again. “Don’t think while I still have my cock in you that I’d blow smoke up your ass. That ain’t the type of man I am. I might have been a dick by leaving your bed two months ago without getting your number, but now that I’ve got my cock in you again, I’m not leaving this room without you.”

  Enya’s eyes widen and then furrow at my admission.

  “Not leaving without me?” she questions, her voice filled with confusion.

  “Yeah, aingeal, when I leave here today, you’re coming with me. I want you in my bed because I’m not done with you by a long shot,” I say, giving her a grin.

  “You want to have sex with me in your bed?” she asks, seeming baffled even more.

  “Enya, aingeal álainn, I want a hell of a lot more of you than just your pussy, and I’m not wasting time in taking what I want. So, let’s get you ready. I gotta get back to the house so Lillian can get on with her day, and I can spend time with my son.”

  “I’m so confused right now about you. I swear you are giving me a headache,” she murmurs quietly.

  “I’ll help you get rid of it later,” I chuckle and place a kiss on her lips. Rolling her onto her back, I slip out of her and climb out of bed. I grasp her hand and pull her up with me. “Pack a bag for the night.”

  “But I have to get back downstairs. I have customers in the bookstore,” she protests.

  “Aingeal, you’re not working today. According to Lillian, you work way too fuckin’ much and need a break. Now pack so we can go. I’ll make sure you get back for work tomorrow, but I want you back at my place again tomorrow night. I meant what I said about not leaving you again. I want you, to get to know you, to be with you. I can’t do that if you’re not with me. You’ve consumed my head for the past two months and after seeing you last night in that sinful as fuck dress, I knew I needed you again,” I declare, wanting her to understand me even more now that I’ve made my decision.

  I get this is being put on her at the spur of the moment and I’m turning her world upside down, but I don’t care.

  Enya takes a deep breath and nods as she licks her lips. She doesn’t say a word as she gets dressed and starts to pack her bag. I pull on my jeans and find my shirt on her floor. Slipping it over my head, I wait for her to finish getting ready.

  Grabbing my phone off her nightstand where I put it after texting Lillian a bit ago, I shove it into my pocket and slide my feet into my shoes. Soon as she zips up her bag, I snag it from her and take her hand in mine to guide her out the door leading to the outside rather than her store.

  We make it close to my car when someone calls out Enya’s name. I feel Enya stiffen as I glance in the direction of where the voice came from. Heading in our direction is a woman who is the spitting image of my woman.

  “Ensley, what are you doing here?” Enya asks stiffly.

  “Who’s this?” Ensley purrs, getting close to Enya and eyeing me up and down.

  “This is . . .”

  “I’m her man,” I mutter, interrupting Enya, sensing her nervousness around this woman who is obviously her twin.

  “Her man?” Ensley chuckles and looks to Enya. “Are you being serious right now? I’ve never known you to be with a man. I thought you were a lesbian.” The way Ensley snickers and is picking on Enya pisses me off.

  “Ensley, what do you want?” Enya asks again.

  “When you’re ready to have a woman who can give you everything you want, give me a call. I’m sure Enya here isn’t gonna be able to give it to you,” Ensley says seductively.

  “I’m good, Enya is all I fuckin’ need, and I wouldn’t go for your sleazy cunt if I were drunk, let alone sober. Now answer Enya’s question. What the fuck do you want?” I snarl, getting pissed on my woman’s behalf.

  Ensley sneers and her gaze hardens on Enya. “I need money,” she says, holding her hand out to her sister.

  Are you fuckin’ kidding me?

  “I don’t have any on me,” Enya whispers. “I gave you the little bit extra I had left last time.”

  Now I want to know what the hell’s going on. Why is Enya giving her sister money?

  “I suggest you give me something. You know I’ll call him,” Ensley threatens, pissing me off even more.

  “Alrighty, that’s it. Get the fuck out of here. Enya ain’t giving you shit and threaten her again you won’t like the consequences. I don’t care if you’re her twin or not,” I snarl, pulling Enya closer to me. My need to protect her going into overdrive.

  Turning away from Ensley, I help Enya into my car and close the door. I move to the other side, ignoring the cunt who would threaten her sister. I get in on my side and look at her. “You wanna tell me what the fuck that’s about?”

  “Um, not really,” she utters, fidgeting her hands in her lap.

  Anger boils and I take a deep breath. I’ll leave it until I get to the house. Once there, I’ll find out, even if I have to use her body against her to find out what I need to know.

  Chapter 7

  Enya

  Why me? Why did I get stuck with an evil twin and not a nice one? She used to be once but not anymo
re. I’m cursed to be the one to take care of her and everything else while she lives a life of sex, drugs, and booze.

  Running away from our stepfather had been my decision and I’d taken her with me. I don’t think he ever messed with her and I felt responsible for protecting her. It’s why I allowed what he did to happen to me until I finally put a stop to it by taking off, leaving everything behind except for Ensley.

  She doesn’t know the hardships I went through for her, for us, for myself to be able to survive in that house with him.

  Sitting in the passenger seat next to Kenyon, I’ve been tempted to ask him to turn around, take me back to the bookstore, and leave me be. Ensley did what she does best by embarrassing me in front of him. Oh, and of course, she hit on him right there in front of me. It’s ironic that she and I look almost the same with minimal differences, but she’s calling me the ugly duckling.

  The ride is shorter than I expected, although it still felt like the longest trip ever, considering the anger vibrating off of Kenyon. I wish he didn’t have to meet my sister. I’m sure he now thinks I’m nothing but trash after that encounter.

  Parking the car, he shuts off the engine. Kenyon pulls the keys out, palming them in his hand as he gets out and rounds the car before I have a chance to open my door. The man stands there taking my hand in his as I step out of the very same car he’d taken me home in the last time I’d been with him, two months ago. In the light of day, it’s even slicker than ever. Standing straight, I notice the massive truck next to the car and wonder if I’d even be able to get in it without help.

  “Come on, let’s get you inside,” he mutters and guides me into the house.