Doppelbanger: A single dad, romantic comedy. (Cajun Girls Book 2)
Doppelbanger: Chapter 15

“THOUGHT YOU DIDN’T catch feelings?” There’s a bite to my tone, and I’m feeling something a little too reminiscent of jealousy for my liking. But I’ll be damned if it doesn’t piss me off to imagine his hands on Tink. To see her scrapping it out with another woman over a man who isn’t me. Not that I want her feeling possessive over me. I don’t. Right? Of course not.

A knowing smile curls her lips. “Would it bother you, Jeffrey?” She smooths her hands over the front of my chest, and when her fingertip brushes my nipple, my dick begins to harden. I’m positive that I’ve never wanted to fuck so badly. Ever.

“No,” I lie. “I just need to know what I’m up against here, Tink.”

“Meaning?”

“That was a hell of a show for someone who doesn’t get attached.”

“Dude, chill,” Dillon interrupts, reminding me that there are people standing around, listening in on our conversation. “We’re cousins. Trust me, if there’s one girl who won’t lose her head over a guy, it’s that heartless bitch.”

“I can speak for myself, asshole.” Gina’s ready to duke it out with Dillon now. She’s like a little Chihuahua.

“All right, Ronda Rousey, that’s enough,” I tease, taking us both by surprise when I silence her with my mouth. Cheers erupt around us, but I couldn’t care less. Her lips are soft, and pliant. Her tongue desperate and seeking. And her nails feel so good digging into my shoulders.

“You taste so good,” she murmurs into my mouth, causing me to chuckle.

“Such a fucking alcoholic.” I pull back and run my thumb along her lower lip.

“I take it you two know each other?” Dillon asks.

“We fucked a few times on the ship last month,” Gina announces. To her whole family. Just like she’d be announcing that she saw a movie last week.

Her dad cracks a huge smile, and I want the ground to split open and swallow me up. What a fucking weirdo.

“Gina!” Martha gasps. “Honey, I wish you wouldn’t treat sex like a…a man. You deserve someone who’ll worship and adore you.”

“Stop.” Gina gives her aunt a no-nonsense look. “Don’t you dare slut-shame me.”

“I’m not. I ju—”

“Come with me?” Gina says, dismissing her aunt. She grabs my hand, and I follow her through the crowd, back into the house. She leads me down a long dark hall before finally opening a door and ushering me inside.

“The laundry room?”

“Jeffrey, I need you to fuck me.” This woman never ceases to shock me with the things that come out of her mouth.

“What?” I look around at the confined space. “In here?”

She nods her head as she saunters toward me. “Right here, CEO. Right now.” Tink’s hand goes straight to the bulge in my khaki shorts, and she begins kneading my dick. “If you’re not up to it, I’m sure I could go out there and find another friend of my cousin’s who’d be more than willing to help me blow off some steam.”

I grip her hair in my fist and tug until her eyes lock with mine. “I’m more than up to it.”

“Good,” she says, backing up to the dryer. Her hands creep up her thighs slowly, lifting the skirt of her pink sundress. When her thumbs hook into the band of her bikini bottom, I can hardly breathe with how badly I want to be inside of this woman again. I can’t take my eyes off her as she does a little shimmy, sliding them down the length of her legs and flicking it across the room. “I’m dripping, Jeffrey.”

Holy shit. “Yeah?” Advancing on her, I grip the backs of Tink’s thighs, hoisting her up onto the top of the vibrating dryer.

“Grab a sock from that basket over there and tie it to the outside of the doorknob.” Gina points to an unmatched mountain of socks hidden away in the corner of the room.

“Are we suddenly back in college?”

Her eyes roll. “Jeffrey, this is a utility room. There’s no lock. Do you want someone to just walk in on us?”

“A sock? Really?”

“Everyone knows what a sock on the door means, CEO. And my family is very aware of who I am as a person. Trust me. They know exactly what we’re doing back here. When they see the sock, it will instantly click.”

“I don’t know how I feel about having sex with you in the same house as your parents…and them knowing.” I’d have never talked about having sex so casually with my mom and dad, much less Jessica’s.

“Drying up like the fucking Sahara over here, Jeff. You’re killing my buzz.”

“Just so you know,” I say, as I grab a damn sock and quickly knot it around the knob. “I’m leaving as soon as we finish.”

“I’d expect nothing more from you, Jeffrey.”

“I mean it. I’m not sticking around to deal with the awkward aftermath.”

“It’s fine. I just want you for your cock.” She winks then slips the dress over her head, leaving her in a white bikini top and nothing else.

There’s a brief moment where I worry about the possibility of humiliating myself with a case of whiskey dick. I don’t drink often now that it’s just me and my girls. But one look at this beautiful blonde trussed up on that machine with her legs parted, dipping her fingers inside and swirling her own juices around her clit, has me about to come in my shorts. “You’re so fucking sexy, Tink,” I groan as I retrieve a condom from my wallet, drop my pants, and roll it on.

She’s moaning before I’ve even touched her. No girl has ever performed for me this way. Oh, who am I kidding? This isn’t for my benefit at all. Tink is lost in her own world. Chasing her release. Hell, I’m not even sure she remembers I’m in the room until she starts moaning my name.

“Keep going, babe,” I encourage, placing my hands on the top of the dryer and bringing my mouth to her pussy. I drive my tongue in and out while she moans and writhes against my face. When I feel her body tensing up and I know that she’s close, I grip her thighs and pull her to the edge, slamming into her in one quick thrust.

“Jeffrey!” she screams. “Oh, God, I love your cock.” Her legs wrap around my waist, and as she rides my dick, she goes on about how massive it is and how she’s been up at night craving it. I really wish I could let her continue because my ego is thoroughly enjoying this, but she’s going to get us busted.

“Shhh,” I whisper, taking her mouth with mine as I rock in and out of her tight, warm, channel. The vibration heightens every sensation. We’re both seconds away from exploding together when the door creaks open.

Gina and I both freeze. I’m sure neither of us is even breathing when a hand holding a dirty towel appears through the opening. Tink’s nails dig into my ass cheeks when the door moves another fraction of an inch.

“Who put a damn sock on the door?” Martha shouts.

Shit. Fuck. We are so busted.

“Oh my God, Mom! Shut the damn door.” There’s a slight scuffle, and then the door slams and I can hear Dillon explaining the sock to his clueless mother as they move down the hall and away from the laundry room.

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