“I want you,” I say selfishly. I should stop her. Tell her that even though it’s gonna kill me, I want her to know the real me. But she is giving me a peace offering. She knows she’s gonna get to know the real Tyler Cason Crawford no matter what. Why not wait one more hour? Or two?

She leans down once again, her lips find my neck, and her tongue licks gently. “Then take me,” she whispers.

My cock jerks, and I toss her over onto her back. I spread her legs with mine, and she arches her back letting out a moan. Grabbing my hard cock with one hand, I run the other hand over her pussy. It’s soaking wet. Without foreplay, I push myself into her.

“Oh, God,” she cries out, gripping my shoulders.

I close my eyes and pull out, then push forward. Her hot pussy tightens around my cock and I let out a growl. “You feel so good,” I whisper.

“Please,” she begs as her legs wrap around my hips.

“Please what, baby?” I ask bending down and placing soft kisses from her collarbone to her neck.

She moves her hands to my ass and she digs her nails into my skin as she tries to pull me deeper into her. “Please fuck me,” she begs as she closes her eyes and arches her neck.

I grab her hands, pulling them from my ass and wrap my hands around her small wrists. I pin them above her head as I push my hips forward. “Say it again,” I demand.

“Fuck me, Case.” She takes in a deep breath as I thrust my hips forward again. “Fuck me hard.” Her voice rises as she calls out, and I can’t help but give it to her. The room fills with our heavy breathing, her cries of pleasure, and my grunts as I take her roughly. I needed this. An escape. Something to take my mind off what she wants to know. And I’m thankful she has allowed me another chance to avoid the inevitable.

“Case …” she pants as her pussy tightens around my cock. She arches her back and her lips part as she sucks in a breath.

“Come on, baby.” As I egg her on, I curse myself. “Come for me, baby,” I grind out as I pull back and thrust forward. The quicker she comes, the sooner we’ll be done. I wish I could hold out forever.

She sucks in another breath, and her muscles tense against my body. She fists her hands, and she lets out a cry as her pusssy tightens. She comes on my cock and I bite the inside of my lip as I enjoy the feel of her running down my cock and coat my balls. I could never get enough of her. Her body shakes and I can feel her heart pound in her chest as I allow my body to fall on top of hers. She looks up at me through hooded eyes as I slow my hips. For once, I want to make love. I want to show her that I do have a heart. Because once I tell her about my past, she will think differently.

CASE

I pace back and forth at the end of the bed with my hands in my hair as Taylor sits up, resting her back against the headboard.

“Do you want to sit down?” she asks.

“No.” My reply comes out sharper than I intended.

“Okay,” she whispers.

You would think the fact we just had sex would help my nerves, but it’s made them worse. My entire body is tense, and if she would let me, I would crawl on top of her right now and fuck her to the point she passes out. That way I could hold this off just one more day, but what good will that do us? Hasn’t she waited long enough? “I don’t know where to start,” I mumble more to myself than to her.

“Anywhere you want,” she encourages me softly.

“My name is Tyler Cason Crawford.” That was easy enough. I look over at her, and she smiles at me encouragingly. “I’m twenty-nine and as long as I can remember, I have always been called Case.”

I let out a long breath as I come to a stop and stare at her. She licks her lips nervously before giving me another soft smile. I feel my body physically relax. Just the fact she is still in front of me after everything I have done is a miracle of its own.

I take a deep breath. “I have a twin sister.”

For a few seconds, she just stares up at me. And I didn’t expect her to be all that surprised about that part. “I know you knew that already.”

“How would I know that?” she asks wide-eyed.

“The family photo. I know you looked at it,” I inform her, and she nods once.

“Yes. But I didn’t know that she was your twin.” She’s lying I can tell. I’m not sure how she knows, but she does.

I nod. “Her name was Nicole.”

Her eyes look down at my wrist where Nicole’s name is tattooed. I look down at it too and lift my other hand. Without thought, I rub my thumb over it.

“Was?” she asks softly.

I take a long breath. “Yeah. I haven’t seen her in twelve years.” I swallow the lump in my throat.

“What happened to her?” she whispers.

I look over at her, and I hate that my eyes sting. I hate that bringing up my past is gonna make me look weak in her eyes. So I place that mask on. The onl where I show nothing. I close my eyes and take a deep breath. It’s time … “She was taken from us.”

 

“Good game, man!” Brecken slaps me on the back as we run off the field.

I laugh. “Yeah, you were actually good tonight,” I say shoving his shoulder as we walk through the parking lot. Tonight was the last game of our senior year, and we kicked ass.

“What happened to Nicole?” he asks looking around the parking lot. “I never did see her with the squad.” He shakes his head with a smile.

“Well, you know her studies come first.” My sister doesn’t let anything get ahead of her schooling. Not even being head cheerleader.

“I don’t know, man. She never misses a game,” he says starting to sound worried.

“I wouldn’t sweat it.” I come up to my beat-up old car. “I’m sure she’s at the house.” He had come over before the game, so we drove together.

We both pile into my car, and I drive us back to my house. As soon as we pull down the road to my house, both of our bodies stiffen. “What the hell?” Brecken asks as he leans forward to look out the windshield. Four cop cars sit in my circle drive.

I bring the car to a stop as I slam on the brakes. We both jump out of the car and run to my front door. I shove it open as I call out for my mom and dad. I find them sitting in the living room.

My heart stops and my stomach drops when I see my father holding my mother in his arms. Her face is buried in his chest as she sobs. “Mom? Dad?” I swallow nervously. “What’s going on?” I ask looking at the cops that stand in front of them. There must be six, maybe seven. I can’t seem to focus on any one of them in particular.

My mother pulls away from my father, and she stands from the couch. With shaky legs and her arms held out, she walks to me. She falls into me, and I wrap my arms around her as my throat tightens. “What is it, Mom?” I ask wrapping my arms around her shaking body. She still doesn’t answer.

My father stands from the couch, and I see the tears running down his face. His dark blue eyes are bloodshot and his face puffy. “It’s Nicole …”

“Where is she?” Brecken demands. I had almost forgotten he was here with me. “Where is she?” he yells. “Nicole?” he calls out as he runs through the living room and up the stairs toward her room.

“Dad?” My voice cracks and my mother’s body shakes in my arms as she lets out a sob. “Where is she?”

He looks at the police and then hangs his head. “They found her car, son … on the side of the road … she’s missing …”

“No!” I say as my throat tightens. I try to suck in a breath as I shake my head. “I just saw her.” I had just seen her earlier this evening before the game. In this very room. I had offered to drive her, but she said she was going to drive herself.

“It happened on her way to the game.” His voice shakes, and he won’t even lift his head up to look at me.