Page 44 of Trouble

“Can we sit down for a bit? My legs are like jelly, and I’ll need to be able to climb back down soon.” Audrey’s voice drew my attention back to her, and I smiled, grateful for thedistraction.

“Sure. If you’re that much of a wuss,” I teased. I eased my mostly softened cock out of her swollen pussy and fixed my pants, coveringmyself.

“Easy for you to mock—it’s not you who’ve just been screwed silly by something the size of a damn water bottle while trying to not fall over the railing to your death,” she grumbled. She tried to pull her leggings up, but got caught in the tangle of theharness.

I smirked at her irritated huff and reached down to help her, twisting the harness out of her way and was able to sneak a quick tickle over her clit in the process. She smacked my teasing hand away, but managed to pull her pants up to cover herself and snap the harness back into place. With a small sigh she then slid down on the stone floor of the balcony encircling the dome and leaned back against the banister. “Why is sex with you always soexhausting?”

“Is that a complaint?” I asked, arching a teasing eyebrow at her as I sat down next to her so I could pluck her off the floor and slide her onto my lap, sparing her backside from the coldstone.

She grinned, her teeth gleaming white in the darkness. “Hardly.”

“That’s what I thought.” I wrapped my arms tighter around her and leaned back against the railing with a contented sigh. She wasn’t the only one who was knackered, but I wasn’t surprised. Sex with Audrey drew every flicker of tension from my muscles and mind more effectively than any massage could have—not to mention the sheer force of it all. So far, I seemed incapable of fucking her with anything less than my full strength. It was a good thing she was built well, or I’d have been afraid to break her in half every time I beddedher.

“Liam?”

“Hmm?” I hummed, obligingly braiding my fingers with hers when she lifted myhand.

“Do you want to come to a work thing with me nextFriday?”

“Don’t think there’s much I wouldn’t want to do with you,” I said honestly. “What isit?”

“Oh, that dumb party I’ve been moaning about a few times. You know, with my nightmare client. It’s a black tieevent.”

“Sure,” I agreed. Not gonna lie, the memory of how she’d looked in that black dress she’d opened the door in earlier this evening flickered through my mind. I could stand to suit up if I got to see her in something like that again. Besides, it’d be nice to take her out, even if it was just for her work. It wasn’t exactly something I could do around any of my own places before my father had been dealt with—or I’d talked toLiam.

As if she could sense where my thoughts were going, Audrey said, “Liam?”

“Hmm?” I grunted, wishing she’d not used his name justthen.

“What happened to yourscar?”

I frowned and glanced at her. Her brows were knotted in a confused frown as she stared at my hand. “Whatscar?”

She touched my thumb. “The one you had right there. I know it’s the right hand,too.”

I looked at my hand. It had a few scuffs and calluses from the climb and general work, but there wasn’t any scars. Never had been. But before I could ask her what on Earth she was on about, Iremembered.

Liam.

Liam had a scar there, from some fucker who’d managed to catch him with a broken bottle in a bar fight several yearsago.

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Louis

I’d lostcount of how many birds I’d shared with Liam without them ever knowing we’d swapped along the way. No one had ever had the slightest idea they were seeing two different people instead of just one. No one apart from our mum had ever noticed any of the few minuscule differences between us, not even our father or any of our brothers. When we’d been younger we’d often pretended to be each other, just for the hell of it or to get out of trouble, and did it occasionally to this day even if it wasn’t for the thrill of fucking a girl who thought she was with someoneelse.

Even our tattoos were absolutelyidentical.

And yet somehow, Audrey had noticed a tiny scar vividly enough to know that something wasn’t quiteright.

Shit.

“It… sometimes disappears into the skin when I’m a bit chilly,” I lied, fighting back the sudden urge to hide my hand fromher.

“That doesn’t sound like any scar I’ve ever heard of,” she said, her frown deepening as she studied my thumb. “And your hands are pretty warm. They alwaysare.”

“Well, then it’s obviously magic,” I said, managing a smile as I tipped her chin up to break her study of my skin. “I’m a wizard,love.”

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