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Hey. So, just so you know, Ty has a weird thing with Shane. He thinks he’s hitting on me, and with Shane's weird-ass behavior lately, he’s probably right too. So please don't mention Shane when we pick you up. It's bad enough to get groped by your BFF out of nowhere. Don't need to deal with more mess than necessary. Thanks, scrawny ass. x.
Ty double-parks outside baggage claim and yanks me by the collar into an eager make-out session. Ever since we had sex, we've been going at it like bunnies. Sex is a new world to me, and I'm eager to explore it from all angles (and positions). It's epic, it's soothing, and it's absolutely mind-blowing. Ty must share my feelings about our sex life, because I almost lose my top, and only come to my senses when I realize his hand is rubbing my sweet spots and I’m about to climax.
“We need to stop before we get arrested.” I let out a moan.
“Tinted windows.” He raps one finger on his side window, his tongue swirling on my earlobe. “Remember?”
How can I forget? It’s so mafia I feel like dying every time I drive in this shiny toy.
My phone rings, and I peel Ty off reluctantly. “Izzy.”
“Babe!”
“Where’s your skinny ass today?”
My sister’s voice pipes triumphantly. “Home.”
I bite back a smile.
“So where the hell are you?” Izzy brings me back to planet earth, showering me with a stream of shouts. “I’m freezing this ass in here! You know I’m too skinny to handle San Fran's summer drizzle!”
“Huh?” I guess my hearing is impaired since all my blood went straight to my crotch from that earlier make-out session. “What do you mean you can’t see me? I’m right here.”
Ty, who is sitting in the driver’s seat, lifts one eyebrow, as if to say Well, she is a model, so she ought to be dumb as dirt, right?
“Hey Blaire, I’m pretty sure I would have seen you if you were out here. Our pink car stands out like a liberal in Mississippi.”
I smack my forehead. “Sorry, Izz. Ty's ride is a black Hummer.” I cringe as I give her further description. "With...skulls and flames and stuff."
“What the…” Her voice trails off. I spot my thinner, taller look-alike twin from the rearview mirror. She is wearing black leggings, an oversized gray sweater and a hat she stole either from Blake Lively or a seventeenth-century widow. She pushes her luggage fast, waving frantically at the car.
I flash her my widest smile, while wondering if I possess the same eccentric qualities that make her so quirky. Ty unlatches his seatbelt and reads my mind instantaneously.
“Clearly, I chose the hotter twin.” He leans in to steal one last kiss before we have company, swirling his tongue seductively in my mouth and releasing my lower lip from his bite.
My mouth remains wide open and my horniness level is sky high as Ty gets out of the car nonchalantly and heads toward Izzy. He takes the mountain-sized suitcase from her hand and shoves it into the trunk. I catch a glimpse of her from the mirror watching his veiny, muscular arm as he flings the suitcase into the car like it’s nothing more than a shoebox.
“Pleasure to meet you.” She hurls herself at him and hooks her arms around his neck. My blood boils to an unhealthy temperature when I watch Ty returning the gesture and hugging my twin sister awkwardly, like a child posing with a giant snake in the zoo. He just wants out of the situation as fast as he can.
“God, Blaire wasn’t kidding. Anyone told you you’re yummy?” my sister purrs.
Can’t blame her. From experience, I know seeing Ty for the first time is a groin-tickling experience.
“Missed you, sissy!" she squeals as I get out of the car to hug and kiss her. She pinches my ass, not in a friendly way but in a lay-off-the-mac-and-cheese way. "So, is he your boyfriend or can your cute sister have a go, too?"
"Yeah, this one is not for sharing, I guess.” I try to keep it light, sliding back into my seat. I love my sister dearly, but I'm also self-conscious as hell around her. She's the successful, gorgeous one. I've had trouble believing Ty thinks I'm special in the first place, and the idea of a lust triangle with Isabelle is my biggest, scariest nightmare.
Izzy's eyes are glued to her cell phone, her face glowing from its screen. "Haven't seen your text yet, sissy. Reading it now."
Ty pulls away from the curb like a maniac, picking up speed and driving in his usual, guy-way. Elbow slung out the window, head against the headrest, he holds the steering wheel in one hand and distractingly runs his other hand over his head.
I watch Izzy intently from the rearview mirror. Her face falls when she reads my text, and when she lifts her face, her eyes meet mine in the reflection. My blood freezes. I don't know what those blue eyes say, but whatever it is, she's screaming it like a wounded animal.
