Secret Twins For My Ex’s SEAL Best Friend (Billionaire Silver Foxes’ Club)

Prologue Delia

Have you lost your mind? What if Jeremy finds out?

He could kick you out of the practicum, decide to stop working with you, and you could lose your career before it even starts.

My head was screaming at me, but my body was defying me, my nipples hardening under my dress as Robert swiped at my thigh with his fingers.

The memory of his dick inside me, swollen and hard, the force with which he held me down, not letting me up until he was done with me…it was all too much.

I wished I could go back in time and say no to this lunch offer.

I wished I could close my eyes and wake up to this all being a nightmare.

I wished a sinkhole would open up and take this entire restaurant now.

Anything to avoid sitting with Jeremy Cross, my ex and mentor ? the man who held the keys to my future career and who obviously still had feelings for me even after dumping me ? and Robert Hastings.

Oh, God! To even think of Robert did my head in.

Robert Hastings, Jeremy’s best friend, the man who had broken us up in the first place, who had been patronizing and rude, who turned me into an animal when his cock was inside me only to kick me out when it was done.

Robert was on my shit list in a major way, and yet for some reason, I was soaking wet at the way his pinkie was inching closer to my pussy.

I felt like I might have a heart attack any minute now. And I hated that I had let it get this far.

All I had wanted was to call Robert out on not contacting me since we’d had sex nearly a week ago. So, I headed to the library where he taught self-defense classes to find him.

I had stepped out of the car and felt a lump rise in my throat. I felt like one of those women, the kind that can’t take a hint, can’t let go, as I looked at the library, hoping to catch Robert after one of his courses.

When the doors opened, I saw Jeremy and Robert walking out together and panicked, jumping back behind my car.

I stood crouched for a moment, clinging to the trunk and trying not to move.

What was I supposed to do? Get in my car and leave? What if they saw me? No, that would be even more suspicious. I couldn’t let Jeremy know I was here to see Robert, I couldn’t lie and say it was about class. I was certain he’d see right through me.

Before I could round up my alibi, Jeremy, ever-observant, spotted me. “Delia?” he called out, his voice warm and curious.

I squeezed my eyes shut for half a second and cursed his eagle eyes before standing upright and waving. His smile widened, and I realized with a sick feeling that he thought I was there for him. “What are you doing here?”

“Hey, Jeremy,” I said, forcing a casual tone.

My mind raced for an excuse as I sheepishly stepped out from behind my car, pretending to finish tying my sneakers.

Robert’s eyes flicked to me, and something unreadable passed across his face. “I’m so glad I caught you. I had a question about—”

“Tell you what,” Jeremy interrupted me, wrapping his arm around Robert. “Robby and I are actually just heading out to lunch. Would you like to join us? I’ll text you the address.”

Great. Just great.

“Perfect,” I said, hoping he wouldn’t hear the strain in my voice. “Can’t wait.”

Robert’s jaw tightened, but he nodded. “Let’s go then.”

***

That’s how the three of us ended up at a small, cozy brunch spot a few blocks away, not far from where I’d first touched myself in a stall thinking of Robert.

The atmosphere was warm and inviting, but I felt like I was walking a tightrope. At the small, circular table, it was impossible to tell who I was sitting next to, if anyone.

I felt strangled trying to keep my body to myself, afraid to move and give anything away with the slightest of touches.

“So,” Jeremy started, spearing a forkful of greens, “how are you liking the classes?”

“Oh, I’m learning a lot in my Ethics and Legal Issues class,” I told him halfheartedly, avoiding Robert’s gaze as he watched me with careful and deliberate eyes.

There was a tense edge to the way he regarded me that I couldn’t believe Jeremy wasn’t feeling. It was practically emanating off him in my own mind.

Jeremy laughed, “Oh, I meant the self-defense courses.”

I swallowed hard. That. How could I explain that I hadn’t gone back? I couldn’t exactly say, ‘Oh, I quit going after your best friend gave it to me good in the middle of his kitchen and then never contacted me again,’ so instead, I said, “I’ve been too busy for it lately.” I glanced at Robert and saw that he was smirking, loving this.

“I’m glad you’re liking your classes at school, too, though. That’s important,” Jeremy said offhandedly, smiling thinly as he wiped some excess dressing off his fork onto the side of the bowl.

“I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it anyway. You’re getting close to the end, huh? Everything on track?”

I nodded, crossing my legs under the table and bumping Robert in the process.

He nudged me back with his knee, and I blushed at the purposeful touch.

I pulled my legs in closer, nervously smoothing my dress down farther. “Close-ish. Well, not really. Eight months. But it goes by fast in semesters. I’m just trying to juggle everything without losing my mind.”

“You make it look so easy, though,” Robert quipped.

My eyes shot to him, watching his impassive face as he picked at the rice pilaf on his plate.

He smiled sarcastically and said, “You must have some really good stress-relief techniques.”

I hid my blush by drinking a sip of my water and muttered into the rim of the glass, “None that stand out.”

Robert grimaced at my response, but Jeremy didn’t let on if he caught the remark, saying, "What matters is that you don’t let that stress get in the way of connecting. You’ve got a way of making people feel understood."

Smiling proudly behind his spoon, Robert said, "She’s definitely good at connecting.”

He took a bite as if to finish his thought, then swallowed and continued, “With the material in my class. She’s one of my star students. I might just have to give her some one-on-one lessons.”

His innuendos felt so blatant to me that I felt like I was suffocating, worrying that Jeremy would catch on.

Besides that, Robert’s other hand brushed my knee, and I felt a throbbing between my legs that I couldn’t take anymore.

I avoided eye contact, even as his hand started to travel, massaging my thigh, gently stroking the sensitive crease where my underwear touched my skin.

I worried I would leave a wet spot on the chair. I worried that I might touch him back and Jeremy would find out.

As if Robert knew what I was thinking, his pinkie inched under my underwear, touching my pussy lip, feeling my slick juices, feeling just how badly I wanted him, as much as I hated him.

“I’m going to the bathroom,” I blurted suddenly, needing an escape.

I slipped out of the chair and hurried toward the back of the diner, my heart pounding. I closed the door quickly, trying to catch my breath.

I stood in front of the mirror, taking refuge in the small space, and tried to do some breathing exercises. In for four, out for four.

When I felt settled enough, I opened the bathroom door to find Robert standing in front of me, his expression dark and his intriguing green eyes blazing.

He was right in front of me, in all his six foot four muscular glory, leaving me no space to move, trapping me in the doorway.

I had to deal with him, no matter how badly I wanted him to go away. I knew what he thought of me. He’d made that clear by asking me to leave his house with my thigh still sticky from his cum. But my body kept betraying me.

“What are you doing?” I asked, my voice shaky. He used the inches of space I had given him when I backed up to close the door behind us.

“What am I doing? What are you doing, Delia?”

I blinked, caught off guard. “I…I’m just trying to get through lunch.”

“With Jeremy hanging all over you?” he snapped, his voice low and rough. “Is that what you want?”

“What are you talking about?” I hissed, crossing my arms. “Jeremy’s just being friendly. You’re the one who’s laying it on thick. Too thick, I might add, for someone who hasn’t called me.”

Robert took a step closer, his gaze locking onto mine. “He’s not just being friendly. And you know it.”

“Why do you care?” I shot back, my frustration boiling over. “You’re the one who kicked me out after…well, you know what.”

His jaw clenched, and for a moment, I thought he wasn’t going to answer. But then he said, “I just don’t like the way he looks at you.”

“What way is that?” I demanded, meeting his eyes.

They lit up as if he were excited to answer. “Like he wants to touch you the way I want to touch you,” he said, pushing me up against the door. It started to push open, creaking as my back pressed against it.

My breath caught in my chest as he got closer, pushing me deeper inside the restroom. “And how do you want to touch me?” I whispered, my face close to his.

I saw his eyes flicker down to look at my lips, and I unconsciously licked them as though my body was already prepared for what I knew was coming.

“Like this,” he said, his fingers swiping my hair off my neck. He craned his neck as his mouth approached the dip in my clavicle, and I felt the soft press of his kiss on my skin.

I shivered, and he murmured, “And like this,” and his fingers dragged at the straps on my dress, pulling them down to reveal my shoulders.

I sucked in a deep breath, unable to keep from responding to his touch.

“Do you know how obnoxious you were being?” I asked him, my voice sultry with desire even as I tried to sharpen it.

Robert smirked at me as his hand trailed down my curves to my thigh, stopping to just trace the hem of my dress. “Don’t act like you don’t love driving me crazy.”

Before I could answer, his hand was crawling up my dress, his fingers dragging along my inner thigh, fully immersing me in the feeling.

I closed my eyes and leaned my head back, and he took my arm and shoved me hard against the door.

Robert’s hand was beside me, and my eyes were drawn in to watch as he locked the door. His other hand was pulling my dress up haphazardly.

A breeze from the vents blew against my skin, now bare and vulnerable, and he ran his fingers along the wet spot growing between my legs, dampening my underwear. “Hm? Why can’t you tell me how you feel?”

“Because I don’t know how I feel,” I whispered hoarsely, before clearing my throat. “You confuse me. You push and then pull. I don’t know what you want. Maybe you only want me so someone else can’t have me.”

Robert bucked his hips against me, letting me feel his bulge through his pants against my trembling pussy. I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

Then, a knock at the door interrupted us, but Robert didn’t move from where he was. Jeremy called out, “Robert? Delia?” and my walls started to pulse.

This was so wrong and so dangerous. He could figure it out. We needed to be careful.

Robert called out, “Delia said she had to step out to take a phone call! I’ll be right out.”

His mouth trailed kisses along my neck, stopping at my ear. His breath against my ear only added to the tension in my body as he whispered, “Maybe if you would be a good girl and stop entertaining your ex, you would know what I wanted.”

I felt the absence of his weight like a severed limb as he backed away from me.

I stood still for a moment, pressed against the door.

He slapped my ass before unlocking the door and walking out, leaving me to catch my breath and wonder how I was going to pull off pretending I was coming back inside.