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Beau and I were meant to be together, though we never will be.
“You don’t have to fuck tonight,” Vale huffs, tapping her foot clad in a black, vinyl, thigh-high boot. She tops her boots off with a gothic, Wednesday Addams black vinyl mini-dress, lace collar, and braided pig-tails. Her dirty school-girl look drives men insane. “But you’re going with us to the club. Your pitiful pussy party has officially turned pathetic.”
Does anyone want to buy a twin?
I’ll give you fifty percent off because she can read your dirty mind and broken heart, especially when you don’t want her to.
Hell, I’ll give her to you for free.
Because Vale is my mirror, though I work our long raven hair in a classic starlet way, and I’ve proudly earned more curves than her. I swear I was born in the wrong decade. I worship Marilyn Monroe. It’s destiny we share the same last name.
But still, deep down to our DNA, Vale and I are identical.
She’s exasperated with my vow never to have sex again. Well, sex with others. With myself? I’d make Pornhub blush. I’m such a slut, moaning Beau’s name, memories of him making me come every time.
And yes, I’m guilty of trying almost every single dildo in this store. And no, I don’t use the ones on the shelves.
I use my store discount and buy my own. You should see my collection. I use them as bookends on my shelves.
Big fake boners and real smutty books: that’s my fetish.
“It’s enough, Blair.” Vale softens her tone. Usually, she’s a raging bitch, and I love her for it because it lets me be a royal bitch right back.
That’s called sisterly love, as she scolds, “You can’t keep living in your books and writing about alien romance and big blue cocks and?—”
“My books are finally selling, thank you very much.” Sister or not, no one comes between me and my smut. “So I’m not going to the club tonight. I have another book to finish and a deadline.”
“Your books are selling because Beau Bronson went viral yesterday reading one in a Charleston coffee shop,” Vale snaps. “And you’ve been moping around all day about it because that was it. Beau made you a bestseller, but he didn’t show up today. He hasn’t called or texted or dropped in your DMs, and I swear to god, if you sigh like a pining romance heroine about it one more time, I’m cramming an alien cock sheath down your throat.”
Jace chuckles. Our daily duels amuse the hell out of him.
“Go suck a box of Daddy dicks.” I half laugh, half snarl at her.
“Proudly, I suck dick almost every night.” She half laughs, too. “And so did you. Where is my shameless sister? The one no man could break? Since when do you crumble for cock?”
“You got as much room to talk as a cheap Vegas honeymoon hotel.”
Vale narrows her eyes. “At least I don’t have a dead fish city between my thighs.”
“No, you got a hot Daddy treating your puss like it’s his Disneyland.” And I grin right back. “How many times have you ridden Mr. Allen’s Space Mountain?”
I busted Vale yesterday. The entire staff did. We know she’s fucking her best friend’s dad, but Jace interrupts our spat.
“Come on, Blair. You know you really want to go.” He sounds like an audiobook alpha male, all tempting and two seconds from making you do something dirty. He could say vaginitis and make you want it. “Let’s celebrate,” he says. “You’re a bestseller now, and you’ve worked hard for it.”
But don’t worry.
Jace is like our brother.
I’m sure he’s making someone, probably many people, happy with that third leg in his pants, but it ain’t me.
I have zero interest in non-Beau cock, so I just roll my eyes. “Fine,” I huff. “I’ll celebrate. You can buy me a Happy Meal before you take my sad ass home.”
But that doesn’t happen because my sister is a pit bull like me. Once she sinks her teeth into an idea, she won’t let go.
And Jace is quite persuasive because he’s too damn big. Arguing with him is like telling Mt. Everest to step aside. Same with his older brother, Grant, our other mountain range, who guards the front door to Delta’s.
Grant doesn’t miss a chance to go to the club with us. He always uses me as bait, making jealous women swarm like bees to his hulking honey stick.
