Chapter 2: Wrong Stranger

Skylar's POV

The guy had his eyes squeezed shut, the muscles in his neck straining as his face twisted and contorted in raw pleasure.

Now, it was very wrong to watch a stranger jerk off. Yet, I couldn't tear my gaze away.

Damn! He was a sinfully gorgeous piece of being— Tousled dark hair and a sharp jawline.

I knew I should turn around and walk away. I should find another bar-room to crash in.

I knew.

But my feet refused to move. Each sound he made, each groan seemed to weaken my bones.

I clenched my thighs together as my core started to throb.

Who he was and how he got access to the bar were not even a question on my mind. All I could think about was how his touch would make me feel.

A whimper escaped my lips at the thought.

That same second, the guy's eyes snapped open.

Winter's grey eyes locked onto mine, and my breath caught. I stood frozen like a deer caught in the headlights.

Something like amusement flickered across his face.

Yet, he didn't stop touching himself. He kept staring at me with an intensity that made my nipples harden.

"Enjoying the show?" He broke the silence, flashing a slow devastating smirk.

My face went beetle red with embarrassment. I wished the ground could just open and swallow me up.

I practically jumped out of the room, slamming the door hard and throwing myself into the next room.

My heart was hammering hard against my ribs as I leaned against the door.

My brain was still reeling, every nerve ending was on fire... I was freaking turned on by a complete stranger.

No! This wasn't me. I needed alcohol to burn out this terrible arousal.

I walked to the shelf and brought out a bottle of something that looked expensive. I didn't even bother with a cup as I popped it open and took one greedy gulp.

My throat burned as the alcohol went down. It spread through my body like wildfire but did little to the heat pulsing between my thighs.

The image of that guy's face kept flashing in my head— the way his stomach had tensed and flexed, the way his dick had—

"Stop it," I muttered to myself.

But my body wouldn't listen. And I couldn't fight it.

I collapsed onto the couch, my trembling hands tearing my clothes off as quickly as I could. 

When I finally slid my finger into my pussy, I choked on a gasp.

I was wet. Too wet, which was embarrassing, but I was too far gone to care.

I closed my eyes and let my fingers work, chasing that release that would maybe, possibly make me forget everything for just a few minutes.

I fondled my tits, throwing my head backwards as I stroked harder, imagining it was the guy finger fucking me.

"Oohh!" I moaned softly.

The tension was building, coiling tighter and tighter in my core. My breath came in short gasps.

So close. Just a little more—

"Fantasising about me?" A voice whispered so close to my ears I almost jumped out of my skin.

To my utmost horror, it's him.

The guy who'd gotten me all fired up.

And he's crouched beside the couch, fully clothed now, but still as devastatingly handsome as ever.

I scrambled to cover myself, my face burning hotter than the sun. "How did you get in here?"

He ignored my question, leaning closer. "You look like you need help with something."

"Get out." My voice shook, whether from anger or arousal, I couldn't tell. "This is an intrusion of privacy!"

"That's rich coming from someone who watched me jerk off."

He sat on the edge of the couch, close enough that I could smell him. Musk and something darker, more primal.

Alpha scent! He was an Alpha.

"That— that was an accident." I stuttered.

"Was it?" His grey eyes held mine. "Or were you just looking for someone to help you forget whatever's got you drinking alone in an empty bar?"

I hated that he was right.

Hated that my body was still thrumming with need despite the absolute insanity of this situation.

"I don't need your help." I managed.

“Say it like you mean it, sweetheart,” he breathed, as his eyes dropped to my lips. Then to my chest.

"Or just admit it. You want me as much as I want you." His voice had dropped so low, so rough I whimpered.

And he heard it. His eyes darkened with desire and he gritted his teeth.

"If you tell me you don't want this, I'll leave. But please, don't." He was begging.

But I couldn't even form the words.

Every muscle in my body was straining for his touch. My pussy was clenching badly for him even.

Wet was even an understatement. I was soaked. Dripping.

My eyes dipped to his lips and I bit my lips.

"Say the word." He whispered, his breath hot against my skin. "Tell me what you want."

“I want you to touch me,” the words burst through my lips, slurred.

He growled with satisfaction—  a feral sound that made me want to scream.

Or maybe it was the alcohol kicking in.

The room spun before my eyes as he yanked my clothes away and laid me flat on the couch.

Spreading my legs, he dropped between me, his face going straight for my core like he was starving for it.

And oh, heavens! When his tongue hit my hot wet cunt and latched on to it as he owned it, my eyes rolled to the back of my head.

I swear, it did.

"Oh!" I panted as he buried his tongue deep, thrusting once. Twice.

Then he withdrew his tongue slowly, lapping at my slit and teasing a path through the folds to my clits.

His tongue connected with my core again.

My body arched, my legs quivering as his tongue stroked faster, his teeth teasing me endlessly.

"Fuck, don't stop!" I pleaded as my vision blurred.

My core spasmed hard, tension building fast. My hips rocked against his face and I squeezed my eyes shut as pleasure wracked my body.

I was writhing, trembling and so close to exploding.

The coil in my stomach wound tighter and tighter. My nails dug into his shoulders as I climbed higher.

Almost there. So fucking close—

"You taste so fucking perfect, Skylar Hawkins!" He groaned huskily against my pussy.

My eyes snapped open.

My whole body went stiff with panic as I jerked up, throwing my dress over my head.

"Wait, how do you know my full—”

I choked on my words as the door burst open and a blonde guy stepped inside. My eyeballs almost pooped out of their sockets when my gaze zeroed in on his face.

Aside from his blonde hair and brown eyes, he was the exact replica of the first guy.

The extremely sexy face, the mouthwatering body— everything was the same! Definitely his twin.

"Surprise! Surprise, Skylar!" The new guy grinned, holding up a camera I hadn't realised he was holding.

Wait!

What. The. Hell?

Who the hell are they? And how do they know my—?

A sudden realisation hit me like a lightning bolt.

Twin— blonde hair, dark hair, grey eyes, brown hair— Myron and Ross?

"No way!" I exhaled sharply.

"Yes way!" They said in unison, their eyes sparkling with malicious amusement.

"Happy birthday, sister."