Sweet Twins For My Brother's Best Friend: An Enemies To Lovers Romance (The Sweet Twins Collection)

Chapter Thirty Four

Christopher

I set Mrs. Jackson up on the couch with a blanket while Hannah lies down on my bed.

Hannah had asked me to sleep in the guest room so that she didn’t have to be embarrassed about her mom thinking we were together.

I had told her “A little too late for that” and touched her stomach, but she pulled away from me and said she was serious.

I bring Mrs. Jackson a couple of extra pillows and show her where the tea is if she decides she wants some later. “Sleep well, Mrs. Jackson,” I tell her.

She accepts the pillows and blanket and smiles at me almost forlornly. “Chris, why don’t you sit down here with me?” She pats the seat next to her.

I do as I’m told, my heart pounding anxiously in my chest. “Are you still angry?” I ask her as I adjust my ankle over my knee. I glance over at her.

She’s taken off all her makeup in preparation for bed and she looks a lot more like the Piper I knew growing up. It’s impossible to ignore that we’re all getting older, as much as we may want to ignore it. And I want to ignore it pretty badly.

“No, Christopher, I’m not mad at you.”

She sighs and pulls a blanket over her bottom half, snuggling into the corner of the couch. “I’m worried about you. About everyone, really.” She lowers her voice and whispers, “She’s so young.”

“She’s an adult and has been for some time.” I raise my eyebrows at her. “Long enough for her IUD to…expire.”

That earns a chuckle out of her, which I’m grateful for. “Well, you’re pretty young yourself, you know. You all look like ants from up here.”

I throw my head back and laugh. “I know the feeling from my own planet of experience.”

“Aw, I know you’ve had it tough, too, with Julie and all. Tyler tells me you were pretty wild after her, girls and more girls.”

“Something like that,” I joke, smiling at her.

She smiles back. “So do you think you’re ready to settle down?”

“Wait, I have to settle down to raise twins?” I ask, widening my eyes like I just realized. “Well, hang on, let me make some calls.”

“I suppose you don’t have to stop dating other women to raise twins. Are you and Hannah casual?”

“Not at all. And we never will be.”

“Chris, you’ve always been such a fun addition to this family. I wouldn’t mind seeing you more. But I’m easy, it’s not really me you have to convince.”

“Oh yeah?” I turn toward her and pull my legs up onto the couch, so that we’re facing each other. “Who do I have to convince?”

“I imagine Tyler won’t be easy.”

I shrug. “I can take Tyler.” I stand up and throw a pillow her direction. “Get some sleep. It’ll all be fine.”

“Oh Lord, a grandma.”

She rests her head in her hands and peeks out between her fingers before lowering her hands into her lap. “You know, I never thought I’d be one of those women who can’t accept their age and insist on being a Mimi or a Gigi, but now? Faced with Grandma? I wouldn’t mind being a Mimi.”

I pat her knee. “Whatever you call yourself, you’ll be great at it.”

“And you’ll be an amazing dad, Chris. I know you didn’t have one yourself, but you can learn from the example of your mother, too.”

“I had a dad,” I correct her as I walk backwards toward my bedroom and say, “He was just in prison.” I point finger guns at her to let her know that I can laugh about it and then I, finally, enter my own room.

everythingng I do feels like it’s being done with the shadow of two children behind me.

I brush my teeth and imagine a toothbrush holder with four brushes. I gargle mouthwash and imagine all of us piled into a bathroom swishing together. I can see myself now tickling them while they try to hold it, their cheeks ballooned out.

I put on my pajama pants and a t-shirt and think of all the children’s pajama sets I’ve walked by stores over the course of my life. It has to be in the thousands. It never matters and then one day, it matters.

I feel myself drift off, my mind on the babies and the future as the image becomes clearer and more concrete.

The children shift in nature, their heads enlarging and their bodies turning into baby rattles. Their baby rattles morph into rattlesnakes, and I scream in terror for just a second before picking up the snakes and singing them a lullaby. I watch the snakes’ fangs retract into their heads and their tongues flit in and out as their mouths upturn into smiles.

I wake up to the sound of my bedroom door creaking open, though I’m unsure if I’m truly awake or still in a dream. The open door throws a slat of light across my face, and I look over to see what’s throwing the light.

Hannah stands in the doorway, her silhouette darkened by the light coming in behind her from the hallway.

I smile slightly as I sense her approaching. Her footsteps are quiet and slight, though the wood squeaks underneath them slightly.

She crawls on top of me and I can feel her straddling me, heating my upper thighs and cock as she lowers herself onto me. She pins down my wrists and grinds against my already hardening cock. Her pelvis rubs against mine as she lowers herself, lying her body down across mine, relaxing her weight onto me. She kisses my throat softly, her lips warm pillows against my skin.

“Aren’t you worried your mom might hear?” I whisper when I feel her ear brush against my mouth. I catch her lobe between my lips and suckle gently.

“Shhh,” she tells me, covering my mouth with her hand. I have a childish instinct to lick her palm, but instead I bring my hand up and grip the back of her neck with my hand.

“That’s not how this works,” I growl to her, pulling her face into mine and crushing my lips against hers. I suck on her bottom lip and then run her lip through my teeth, tugging on it until I feel her moan release into my mouth. “You don’t tell me what to do.”

She squeaks a moan, and with my eyes still covered, I hold her hips with both hands and flip her over so that she’s on her back. I hear her stifle a gasp from underneath me as she hits the mattress.

Slowly, I trail my fingers up her arms until I find her hands and clasp her wrists to the bed. She tenses beneath me, catching her breath in her chest, and I relax her wrists to interlace my fingers in hers. I lower my face to hers and kiss her lips with a gentle pressure. “Tell me you understand,” I whisper against her lips.

“I understand,” she moans back.

“I can keep you here as long as I want.”

I drag my nose across her cheek and down her jaw until I reach her clavicle. My right hand trails down the outline of her body, tracing the curve of her breast and the dip of her waist until my fingers grip the flesh of her hip.

Hannah wraps her legs around me, and I realize that she’s not wearing underwear beneath her nightgown as I feel her slick hole press against the skin of my stomach.

Just the feeling of her button against me makes me hungry for her, and I lower myself to her pelvis while on lying on top of her.

She wraps her fingers in my hair and whispers, “I don’t know if I can be quiet if you do that.”

“Do you want to be heard?” I ask from between her legs. I ask it as I nuzzle my lips under her clit, feeling the warmth she’s giving off.

“No!” she whispers forcefully, clamping her thighs around my ears and laughing. “I’ll do it, Chris, I swear I’ll pull your head right off.”

“Okay, okay, I can help, don’t do anything rash,” I tease, and she releases me, giggling.

“I didn’t want to have to do that, but you pushed me,” she warns.

“Sit up, Hannah,” I command her, and I feel her obey, sliding to a seated position. I slide up to meet her, only going by the feeling of her body in the still dark room. I lean over the side of the bed and pull an eye mask out of my side drawer.

“Here, put this over your eyes. I want you to just feel what I’m about to do to you.”

As soon as she’s put it on, I clamp my hand over her mouth and taste her juices with one flat-tongued lick. Hannah covers the hand that’s over her mouth with her one hand and arches her back, her other hand digging into my left shoulder blade. She gasps into my hand, and I press it harder against her mouth as I plunge my tongue inside her, eagerly lapping at whatever juices she’ll give me.

Her squeals are unrelenting and girlish, her back arching further and further into a perfect semicircle. I use one hand to support her as she does, spreading it across her spine and feeling her twist and squirm underneath me.

I pull my tongue out of her tunnel slowly and let it drag across her opening as I trail it upward to her clit again. I circle my lips around it and suck lightly, applying light pressure with my tongue as I do.

“Chris,” she moans into my hand, her tone almost begging.

I can’t help but laugh hearing the way she says my name. “Yes?”

“It feels so good,” she mumbles, her words muffled.

“Does it? That’s good. Lie back. Just relax and feel,” I tell her, smiling into her soaking pussy.

When I feel her lie back down, I go back to suckling on her clit but this time I let one of my hands wander up her nightgown and over her breast so that I can pinch one of her nipples at the same time.

Her moans are quick and labored, and I can tell that she’s on the brink of orgasming, the quickest she’s ever climaxed with me.

She twists to move away as the pressure builds, pushing my hand away from her mouth to tell me, “I’m about to cum. I don’t want to stop. I still want you inside me.”

I lift my head to say nonchalantly, “So cum twice,” before returning my mouth to her pearl where it belongs.

I keep my fingers dancing across her nipple, pulling and twisting it when I feel her sinking into it too much, then moving it lightly when she pulls back against the sensation.

My tongue works overtime, lapping at her clit while I suckle on it. It hardens and grows in my mouth, her button swelling as she grows closer and closer to climax.

I’m careful not to tell her to cum for me, though I desperately want her to. I don’t want to spook her out of her flighty orgasm.

Like a deer drinking from a brook, I approach it slowly and steadily, my fingers and tongue all moving at the exact same rhythm as her hips raise higher, along with the curve of her spine.

She gyrates against my mouth and as her orgasm swells, she squeezes me with her thighs, her legs lifting up to rest over my shoulders and on top of my back.

She grabs my hand and presses it back against her mouth so that she can empty her screams into my palm, lightly biting my hand as she does. I let go of her breast and snake my arm around behind her back to grip her shoulder so that I can pull her closer to me.

Her hand finds the back of my head and she pushes me closer against her, grinding herself against my mouth. I suck greedily as she drips into my mouth, milking her orgasm against my face.

Finally, I feel her relax under me, collapsing onto the mattress and sliding back down into a horizontal position.

I gently kiss the soft skin of her intimate folds, slick with her juices, as she relaxes. Her fingers intertwine in my curls, and she strokes my hair as I kiss the insides of her thighs.

I spread her lips open and kiss the pink sides of her inner labia, inhaling the heady scent of her orgasm. She sighs gently at my kisses, and her legs open slightly.

“Chris, that felt so good,” she whispers to me, her hand still caressing my hair gently.

I crawl up her body and lie next to her.

I still crave her and want to feel her from the inside, but she seems so relaxed that I don’t want to ruin the moment for her. I wrap my arms around her body and pull her onto my chest. When I feel her settled against me, I lift her eye mask and look into her beautiful green eyes.

“I love you, Hannah,” I tell her sincerely and kiss her forehead.

She closes her eyes for just a second as if taking in the moment and putting it away as a memory.

“I love you, too, Chris,” she whispers back, averting her eyes and snuggling deeper against me.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you look away?”

“Oh, nothing’s wrong. That was perfect. I just wonder if… this will change everythingng. What if it changes us?”

“It will change us,” I tell her, sitting up.

I can see fear flash across her face as she sits up with me. I press my palms against her cheeks and try to catch her gaze even as she looks down at her fingers.

“Hey, look at me.” She flashes me those beautiful green eyes again, and I offer her a genuine smile.

“It will. There is no reality where this doesn’t change us. But all change isn’t bad, right?”

“Right…” she trails off, looking around. “But this is big.”

“You know what else was big? It was big when you decided to become a CPA, and it was big when you decided to start a business.”

I jiggle her cheeks a little, and a small laugh sputters out of her.

“It was big to move out and be on your own, big to live in your office. It was big when you lost your virginity. Just now, telling me you love me, that was big. Life is just a series of big, and little, moments.”

She nods at me and exhales a shaky sigh.

She kisses me lightly on the cheek, and I pull her into a hug, telling her, “Come here, poor thing.”

She breathes deeply against my neck, and I smile as her head squishes into my cheek.

“There is nothing too big for how I feel about you. everythingng big has brought me right here to this moment. I chose this life with you in a thousand little ways. You realize that, right?”

When she doesn’t answer, I shake my shoulder. “Huh? Do you realize that? That you made all your big choices and it still got you right here in bed with me?”

Hannah squeezes me closer and whispers, “I guess so.”

“Hey, don’t sound so grateful.” She laughs, and I continue, “I’m not so bad, right?”

“No, you’re not bad at all,” she murmurs into my neck in a way that sounds like a song, and I can’t help but smile at the gentle tone she uses.

I pull back and kiss her deeply, feeling the way her lips press back automatically and fit perfectly into the space that mine leave.

“I am going to make life so good for us that you never wonder what else could have been. I promise. everythingng will be okay. I love you. I love Lucy. I love your parents and Tyler. What else is there?”

“You called her Lucy,” she says, smiling at her lap.

“Don’t get used to it.”