Page 2 of Secret Twins for My Ex's SEAL Best Friend

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.

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