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My dick deflates enough that I can face Olivia and her roommate. I push away from the door and throw my brother a sheepish grin.
He gives me a sympathetic half-smile and gestures toward the wide-eyed girl sitting cross-legged on the bed. “This is Olivia’s roommate, Erika.”
I cross the room to shake the girl’s hand. “I’m Levi. The better-looking version of the Audley twins.”
The girl’s eyes dart from Zeke’s face to mine and then back again. “But, um, you’re identical.”
“Not you, too!” cries Livvie. “I swear everyone says that they’re identical, but they’re really not. Levi’s eyes are bigger, but Zeke’s lower lip is fuller. And Levi’s ears are sort of pointy.” Livvie reaches up and brushes a finger across the top of my ear. A shiver runs down my spine and a groan nearly escapes. I move out of her reach.
“Maybe you can see it but,” the roommate tilts her head, “they are exactly the same. In biology, they would be the prototype for identical twins.”
Livvie throws up her hands. “I swear everyone is blind.” She turns to me. “Let’s eat. I’m hungry. By the way, I’m missing one of my boxes. It had a bunch of clothes I bought at the mall last week.”
I almost look in Zeke’s direction but catch myself and instead walk over to the desk where I dropped the food to grab Livvie.
When Zeke was loading the boxes, one of them came open and the stuff inside made his heart stop. While Livvie was saying goodbye to her mom, he stuffed the box in the corner. Zeke went and got food while I stashed the box across the street in the new condo Zeke and I bought, in preparation for Livvie’s arrival.
I made the mistake of opening it. Inside were things that I didn’t even know existed—bras with cutouts around the nipple area, underwear with slashes in the center, stiff things that would squeeze her tight around the waist and push her tits up high. It was soft stuff and sexy stuff and I nearly nutted in my jeans just picturing her wearing one of these get ups.
There’s a hard clap on my back. My brother stands over my shoulder with a worried look.
“You okay?” he asks quietly. “Our girl’s hungry.”
“And wouldn’t I like to feed her,” I grumble. Feed her my dick. I’d part those cherry lips of hers with the tip of my shaft and then sink into her hot, wet mouth inch-by-everloving-inch.
Whack!
My head jerks forward.
I reach up and sweep his hand away from my skull. “What was that for?”
“Stop thinking with your little head. Now’s not the time. We promised we would wait, remember?”
“I know.” I scowl. “I’m not doing anything.”
“You’re thinking about it.”
I lower my voice. “Damn right I am. You’re telling me you didn’t see the shit in that box and not nearly come in your pants?”
It’s Zeke’s turn to grimace. “Why’d you think I stole the box? We can’t let her wear any of that stuff around us. The minute she puts one of those things on, we’re doomed.”
“I know that.”
“So stop thinking about it. It’s not going to help us wait out the next few days.”
“Are you guys actually cooking lunch on my desk or what over there?” calls Livvie. “I think Erika is dying over here.”
“No. I’m fine,” the roommate protests.
I drag a hand down my face, tell my dick to get its mind out of the gutter and grab the carbonara and breadsticks. It’s only a few more days. I can last that long, right?
CHAPTER4
OLIVIA
“Oh, crap!”I gasp when I’m jolted awake. My body hits the hard ground, ending my perfect dream of me doing something about Levi’s massive hard-on that had been pressed up against me yesterday. I was rubbing myself up and down on his thick shaft when the hard floor decided to interrupt my fantasies. The throw rug my mom bought doesn't soften my fall at all. A light flicks on, and I wince in the sudden brightness. Once again, my panties are sticky with wetness. Not only am I being tortured by them in real life, they’re in my dreams too. This can’t go on or I’m going to die.
“I’m okay,” I say before Erika can even ask. “Guess I’m not used to a twin-sized bed.” I blink a few times, adjusting to the light. With a hand over her mouth, Erika attempts to muffle her laughter. “I’m kind of a klutz,” I admit. “Don’t let the boyfriends know I admitted to that.” I sit up, rubbing my head. I hope I don’t get a knot on my forehead from the fall.
