Page 13 of Love On the Ice

He releases his hold on her. “Baby, how did you find our mystery girl and bring her here for us? Shall we take this to the bedroom?”

“I thought you’d never ask,” she says as she hops down from my arms, taking each of us by the hand and pulling us toward the hallway.

“Stop!” I call out quickly. I need to stop this now. She thinks I’m Carter, and she needs to know the truth.

“What,” she says playfully, “Don’t you want it? Me, you, and him. Think of all the fun we could have.”

“Trust me, I know we could have fun. That’s not it. You called me Carter.” I hear Blake’s groan as he realizes. She’s with Carter and she thinks I’m him.

“Yeah, silly, that’s your name,” she says as she walks back over to me, slapping me playfully across the chest before gripping my hand in hers and attempting to pull me down the hallway again.

“You see, that’s just it. I’m not Carter. I’m his brother Chase, his twin.”

She looks at me, confused. “Stop playing with me. If you didn’t know me, then why did your friend over here act like he’s seen me before?”

“Because we saw you at the airport. Hold on,” I tell her as I storm off down the hallway, and she moves over closer to Blake, no doubt with questions for him.

I don’t even bother knocking on Carter’s door before opening it and barging inside. “Carter, wake up. I need you in the living room.”

“Dude,” he groans, “Why aren’t you still wrapped up in bed with Blake? I heard y’all going at it when we came in last night.” His eyes are still firmly closed as he reaches back and takes the pillow, pulling it over his head. It must take him a moment to realize someone’s missing. Bolting up in bed, he looks around.

“Yeah, your guest is out in the living room. Just so you know, she thought I was you, jumped on me. Blake came out and started kissing her, and she’s wanting to fuck us both. Oh, and yeah, the cherry on top? She’s the girl we saw at the airport. But she thinks I’m lying, and trust me, as much as I want to see her between me and Blake, I’m not fucking a chick who thinks I’m you. So get dressed and get out here.” I turn, leave the room, slamming the door behind me.

I’m not pissed he had her, I’m pissed I can’t now. That Blake and I can’t share her.

Stepping back into the living room, I see Blake seated on the couch, her in his lap grinding away on top of him as they’re sucking each other’s tonsils out, and damn if it’s not hot. It just takes a moment for my insecurities to take hold, and I wonder if I’m enough for him—if he would choose another pussy or dick over me, if it were willingly available to him.

I go to turn and leave the room, knocking into the end table, and sending the books on it crashing to the floor.

“Chase, baby, where are you going?” Blake asks, releasing her mouth from their kiss. Hell, I don't even know her name.

“Carter will be out in a minute. I’m going to go shower.” I rush down the hallway to our bedroom, passing my brother on the way.

“Chase!” he calls out, but I just throw my hand up in response. I need the safety of my room so I can spiral in my own thoughts. Once inside, I shut the door behind me, leaning back against it. I allow my body to slide down the door until my butt hits the carpeted floor. Reaching up, I lock it, keeping anyone from entering—not that anyone would.

Knocking on the door startles me before I hear Carter talking. “Chase, what's wrong?”

“Nothing,” I call back. “I just want to be alone, okay?”

“I’m not leaving. Now open the door and tell me what happened,” he shouts just before I hear another muffled voice.

I can’t make out what’s being said, but I hear the voices getting louder and more angry. Blake must have followed me from the living room.

Not liking what I’m hearing and afraid of what might happen, I stand up and open the door, seeing Carter’s fist raised, ready to punch Blake in the face. “I told you not to hurt him,” he says as he swings. I’m barely able to stop him before his fist collides with Blake’s face.

“Fuck, you are twins. Identical twins,” comes from the girl, hell, what’s her name?

“Ginny, can you go to the living room and wait for me there?” Carter asks her.

“Sure.” She turns and bounces off down the hallway—not a care in the world about the fight that’s about to happen.

“So, tell me what the fuck he did to you?” Carter demands, staring angrily at Blake.

“He didn’t do anything.”

“Then why the hell are you upset? I know you, Chase, this isn’t you. You only ever get this upset when something happens.”

“Talk to me, babe. What did I do?” Blake moves toward me as he speaks, reaching out to take my hand in his. “Carter, can we talk alone, please?”

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