Authors: Sidney Halston
Tags: #romance, #love, #suspense, #paranormal, #sex, #twins, #psychic, #alpha, #alphamale
He kept pushing closer and closer to her, as if the
distance between them was not close enough. It was desperation. She
lost all control and simultaneously parted her lips and jumped up
and wrapped her legs around him. He let go of her wrists and
grabbed her ass and forced his tongue into her mouth. She heard a
low growl come from deep inside his chest, and she wrapped her arms
around his neck, grabbing his hair as he kissed her mouth and moved
down to her jaw and then her neck. Her hands clung to his neck,
allowing his free hand to slide underneath her shirt.
When he cupped her breast and pinched her nipple,
she moaned into his mouth and her body arched into his.
Pushing closer. Wanting more.
Slowly his hand went lower, to the edge of her
jeans, and her arms fisted his hair and clawed his neck. His groin
throbbed against her stomach. “I need you, babe.” His voice was
husky against her ear. He began unbuttoning her jeans and slipped
his hand down into her panties. Even through her panties, Alexander
could feel how wet she was for him. She whimpered into his mouth as
he began pulling the edge of her panties to the side. His hand
couldn’t properly work inside her tight-fitting jeans. He needed to
get her naked.
This was not the way he envisioned their first time.
But he was finding it very hard to think with her wetness now on
his hand and her tongue inside his mouth.
***
Jillian
What am I doing? Get control of yourself!
She
couldn’t allow this to happen? Had it been Alexander all along? Was
it ever Oliver? It sure as hell wasn’t Paul or any other man. The
raw physical ache she felt at that moment for Alexander was not a
feeling she’d ever had with any man. She wasn’t
that
kind of
woman, but he felt so good and so right against her at this moment.
His body melted perfectly against hers. His fingers inside her
jeans rubbing against her were driving her crazy and she wanted
more. She needed more. She was lost in him. Her body took over, and
her mind shut down and couldn’t stop her body from undulating
against his hand. She didn’t even remember where she was or why she
was there. They could’ve been in the actual waiting room for all
she cared. Her sense of decency was on temporary leave and she
didn’t care.
She knew she had to stop it and had to get control.
Even if it felt right, what would come of this was not lovemaking;
it wasn’t even sex; it was fucking—raw, carnal, primal, and she
didn’t want to do it in a hospital. But, boy, did she want to do
it.
***
Alexander
Alexander’s mind snapped back to reality.
I can’t
make love to the most important woman in my life out of anger. Out
of sheer frustration. In a damn hospital room!
That they would
make love, that was a given—whether it be today, tomorrow, or a
month from now. It was just a matter of when and not if. And
anyway, even if he went through with it, this would never qualify
as making love. He owed it to her, to them, to do this right. He
still thought he needed to tell her his plan, because once she
chose him, he didn’t want her to have any doubts about it.
Abruptly, he stopped kissing her and put his
forehead against hers. He needed a moment to compose himself, to
catch his breath. He removed his wet fingers from her pants, but he
kept holding her against him. Both of them were breathing
raggedly.
He was ecstatic that she had reciprocated. Now, she
could never deny that she wanted him as much as he wanted her. When
they both caught their breath and their heartbeats went back to
normal, he kissed her on her forehead and gently let go of her legs
and slid her back down to the floor.
She pushed him back with all the force she could
muster, grabbed her purse, and ran out.
Alexander wanted to follow her, but he couldn’t. He
was so turned on and happy that she had reciprocated the kiss that
he couldn’t move.
He’d always known, since he was old enough to
understand, even while on the island, that he had a special bond
with Jillian. The competitive quality of their relationship just
masked the true nature of their relationship—passion. But deep
down, he knew that there would always be a problem, and this
problem was a big one: one that Alexander really didn’t know how to
resolve and one that he suspected Jillian didn’t know how to
resolve either.
The problem, of course, was Oliver. But Alexander
had a plan.
Oliver loved Jillian and Jillian loved him too. Even
if the twins had the market cornered on protectiveness over
Jillian, it was not just protectiveness; it was possessiveness.
Paul, or any other man for that matter, would never
be a problem because Alexander knew that it would always and
forever come down to them: Oliver versus Alexander. The question
was—who would she pick? Could he really stand by and watch Oliver
win his girl or vice versa? And was Jillian really worth destroying
their brotherly relationship? He didn’t have answers for these
questions, but he did know that he couldn’t just let Jillian go.
The years without Jillian had landed him in a drug-induced haze
that nearly ended his life.
He’d prefer to have her only as a friend than
nothing at all. If Oliver wouldn’t fight for her out of respect for
their brotherhood, he’d have to back off as well. But if he even
suspected Oliver would try to conquer her love, he’d fight tooth
and nail for Jillian because he loved her more than anything, and
even though he knew he didn’t deserve her, he’d spend the rest of
his life trying to make it up to her.
She was the sexiest and smartest woman he’d ever
known. Now, eleven years later, she had finally kissed him. The
first kiss, during Thanksgiving, was a stolen kiss, but this time,
this time she reciprocated—big time. But the word kiss didn’t do
justice to what had occurred. It was the culmination of twenty
years of pent-up lust, passion, and, most importantly, love. So
many questions remained. He wondered if she ran because he had
stopped or if it was because he had started. The electricity
between them was undeniable; that much he knew. It was
unmistakable.
Alexander had a plan to win her back. It was a risky
plan and it could really backfire. But it was the only way.
A compromise is an agreement
whereby both parties get what neither of them wanted.
-Helen
Jillian
Jill ran gasping through the electric double doors of
the hospital and took a deep calming breath. She leaned against a
wall to get her balance. Her head was spinning. She was not ready
to get in a car or bike or anything with Alexander, not that she
even knew if he would ever look at her again.
She pulled out her cell and called for a taxi cab
and went to find the furthest bench from the front of the hospital
she could find. She prayed he wouldn’t come out and find her.
Fifteen minutes later, as she was about to get into
the taxi, an arm blocked her entrance.
Without a word to Jill, Alexander leaned into the
front passenger door. “Sorry for the confusion, but we won’t be
needing your services today.” The taxi driver looked upset and took
off. Alexander looked into Jillian’s eyes but didn’t say a word. He
grabbed Jill’s hand and interlocked his fingers with hers and
walked with her by his side, hand in hand, to his motorcycle.
Alexander took the extra helmet and put in on her head and took his
time tying it securely, never breaking eye contact. No words
spoken.
She wanted to tell him that she didn’t want to get
on the bike. It scared her to death, but she was utterly
exhausted—emotionally and physically. He swung his leg around the
motorcycle and got on then held out his hand to Jill to help her.
She got on, not knowing where to grip. There was an awkwardness now
that wasn’t there before. He reached around behind him without
looking back and grabbed first her right hand and then her left and
wrapped her arms tightly around his waist.
He took off. As his speed increased, her hold around
his waist and thighs tightened. Jillian felt alive with the wind in
her face and the adrenaline of the speed. She thought she would
feel scared, but instead it was exhilarating, and she allowed
herself to relax a little. She pressed her cheek against the back
of his cold leather jacket and closed her eyes. When they arrived
at her apartment, he put his leg down to balance himself and the
bike but made no attempt to get down. Jill didn’t let go right away
either. Instead, she held on tight both with her arms and thighs
while he caressed the top of her hands that were wrapped around his
waist. She wasn’t sure where they stood after that kiss, and she
didn’t like the feeling of not knowing.
Moments later, she got off the bike, handed
Alexander her helmet, and turned around to walk inside her
apartment. He didn’t say a word and was about to take off, but,
instead, he rushed to her as she reached the door, grabbed her
waist, and turned her around, startling her. “I forgot
something.”
“What?”
He cupped her chin and pulled her head up and
lightly kissed her lips then her forehead. “That.” He turned and
walked away. Her thoughts were scattered and her heart was
thumping. There was so much to say but yet nothing needed to be
said.
It was 1:30 p.m. Her apartment was empty. Jill took
a quick shower and put on a black camisole and black cotton panties
and threw herself on her bed. She was beyond exhaustion and wanted
to get back to the hospital by 7:00 p.m. to take Oliver dinner. She
was sound asleep within seconds, thinking about the tingling that
still lingered on her lips.
***
Oliver
“Where the hell are those two?” Oliver was getting
frustrated. He had called both Jill and Alexander a dozen times,
and neither was answering. He tried Jillian one last time, and if
she didn’t answer, he’d have no choice but to call a taxi.
“Jillian’s phone.”
“Oh. Hi. Heather? It’s Oliver.”
“Hey you. How are you feeling?”
“Better. They’re discharging me early, actually. Is
Jill around?”
“I just walked in and answered her phone because I
saw all the missed calls. I see two bare legs dangling off her bed.
Miss Jill is out cold, but I can wake her if you’d like.” She said
in her heavy southern drawl.
“No. No. That’s okay. I’ve been calling my brother
and Jill for over an hour and they don’t answer. Is Alexander
there?”
Please say no!
He saw green and red spots at the
thought of them together.
“Nope. Just Jill. How you feelin’?”
“Much better, thanks. I was hoping one of them would
come get me, but I guess I’ll just call a taxi cab. Thanks Heather.
Bye—”
“You will do no such thing. I’ll come get you. Jill
would be very angry if I didn’t wake her up and allowed you to get
a cab. So the way I see it, we have two choices. Either I wake her
up, which I’d hate to do. She’s exhausted. Or I come get you. A
taxi cab isn’t in the equation, hon’.”
He laughed out loud. “Okay, Dixie, you drive a hard
bargain. I do appreciate your southern hospitality. Thank you.”
“See you in a few minutes.” A little over an hour
later, Heather and Oliver walked into Heather and Jill’s
apartment.
“I’m perfectly capable of staying at Alexander’s
place”
“I saw your release orders—you need to rest for the
next few days. It says right here on this paper that you aren’t
allowed to do anything other than sit on your behind. I’m sure Jill
wouldn’t have it any other way. You can take it up with her when
she wakes up.”
“You really are as sweet as Jill said you are. Too
bad your sunny disposition hasn’t rubbed off.”
“I ain’t that sweet, sugar.” She winked. “Anyway,
I’m not doing anything y’all wouldn’t do.”
“I’m not so sure about that. I think Jill may kick
me right out when she wakes up. She was very upset with me when she
left this afternoon. Did you know she was dating the teacher
again?”
“So?”
“What do you mean so?”
“Have you seen Professor Hotstuff? I don’t blame
her.”
“That’s not the point, Heather. It’s not right that
she is dating her teacher and that he didn’t call her for a week. I
know you don’t like him. He’s a dick. You’ve said so yourself.”
“She didn’t start dating him until after the
semester was over, so he wasn’t her teacher. I’m sure he had a good
reason for not calling if Jill took him back. I bet she made him
grovel. She’s a smart girl. And it’s not that I don’t like him; I
just think he’s a little . . . much.”
“You mean overbearing.”
“I guess overbearing is a better word.”
“How serious are they?”
“Hey, listen here. Y’all have a very weird
relationship: you, Jill, and your brother. I ain’t getting mixed up
in that. You need to ask her these questions, but I will tell you
this: I don’t see any Jacobs’ brothers doing any kind of groveling
around here.”
He let that thought sink in but didn’t say anything.
He also thought about the statement
Jacobs’ brothers.
Why
brothers? Did Alexander hint at anything other than friendship? Did
Jill?
Oliver’s phone rang and he saw it was Alexander.
“Finally!”
“Sorry, I overslept. I am getting dressed and
heading out. I’m taking you some clothes and food. I’m sure the
hospital food sucks. Pizza okay?” He sounded hoarse and groggy.
Alexander’s brain was probably still half asleep.
“I called you and Jill a dozen times and you guys
didn’t answer. Heather picked me up and is holding me hostage.
Dixie plays a hard bargain.” He smiled and winked at Heather.
“Heather? Jill’s roommate?”
“The one and only.”
“Um . . . okay. I had every intention of going back
to the hospital but dozed off. Sorry, Bro. Where’s Jill? Why didn’t
she answer her phone?” He sounded upset. He let out what sounded
like a growl from deep in his chest. “Wait, is she with Paul?”