As usual, I stepped out of the bathroom from showering to only find the shirt I'd intended to put on was missing. It was my new lavender oxford that I'd gotten at the store last week. I knew who the culprit was, my twin sister, Ava. I sighed as I slipped on a pair of jeans and bounded off after her.
"Ava!" I called out as I barreled into the kitchen where I knew she would be. She was always in the kitchen, cooking up something or the other. She was a professional chef and on her off nights, like tonight, she loved to try out new recipes, and I was the Guinee pig. "Ava, where is my shirt!"
I stopped cold because she was not alone. The woman from the train station, the dark-haired beauty that I saved from a stalker was standing in my kitchen. Suddenly, I was back at that train station, watching as she fought him and then in horror watching as he stabbed her. I intervened, of course, and tackled the guy. While tending to her wounds, he tried to escape the police but ended up tripping and falling into the path of a train. He had stabbed her in the abdomen, and I fought like hell to keep her alive till the paramedics arrived. I did not meet her officially till a day or so later at the hospital, along with her family. Her name? I had totally forgotten. No, it was Anna. That was it, Anna!
It was then that I saw the two women with her. One I knew had been there that day and had held her while I administered aid. It had not been easy, but the training had kicked in good enough. I had the opportunity to train as a medic in the navy, but I never actually served as one, not officially. I was an aviator. However, when I stopped flying F-18s, I served in the SEAL teams for a year before I left the service. Anyway, I remembered that she had been frantic and cried over her wounded friend.
What was her name? Emma. I remembered it now. Emma, the cute blond, not that Anna was not cute, by any means. No, she was gorgeous, especially with that long, flowing dark hair and those piercing dark eyes that never left mine, nor my body. It was the way she looked at me in my partial nudity and the heat of desire I felt in her gaze that stirred my loins. That was not the greatest thing...what with seeing how I was only wearing jeans, and skin tight ones at that.
"Hi." I managed.
"Hi." Anna returned, biting her lip. She blushed now, and so did Emma.
"Hi, I'm Emma, if you recall." The cute blonde offered her hand, and I nervously took it. Nervous! Why was I nervous? Suddenly, I felt like a teenager again, and Ava was enjoying it. She could not seem to face me, and I could tell that she was near the point of giggling.
"This is my sister, Taylor." Anna introduced the woman who bore a remarkable resemblance to her, but with short, straight hair.
I met her at the hospital. I remembered now. Her hair had been longer then, but she remained just as captivating.
She too was staring transfixed. I could feel her eyes taking in my still lean and toned body, complete with tattoos...tattoos that I had picked up over my eight years of service. Okay, I worked out and my body did not reflect the forty-year-old guy that I had become. I sort of had too because I worked in an office and sat at a desk all day crunching numbers. If I did not, I would be on the fluffy side, which was how my dad called the extra padding that most men got when they passed forty. From what I had been always told, it only got worse from then on. All three blushed as their eyes went south. I did not need to look down to see the bulge. I felt it, hard and tight against the denim.
"Ava, you didn't tell me we had company." I turned to my sister, who stood near the oven trying like hell not to laugh at my expense.
"We surprised her." Taylor said. "It took a while, but we finally found your address."
"God, I am sorry. I did not think to give that when I came by the hospital." I apologized. "I assumed the police would have giving it to you."
"It's okay." Anna said. "It worked out regardless."
"Our mother wants to invite you...and your sister, of course, to dinner one night this week. She wants to thank you for saving Anna." Taylor informed me.
"It's not necessary..."
"We're having dinner at their house on Wednesday, dear brother." Ava informed me. "And I'm baking dessert, of course." She beamed.
I knew that I should have been mad at her, but one look at Anna and I melted, just as I had that day at the train station. Truth was, I had never gotten her out of my mind. I did not want her out of my mind, and now that she was here in the flesh, still obviously weak from her injuries and the surgeries to deal with them, I could not tell her no and that it was not necessary. I could not tell her that I was simply doing what I had been trained to do, and that was to save lives.
"I wanted to see you again." Anna finally broke her silence as she came to me. I met her half way as she leaned against the bar, obviously fatigued.
"I wanted to see you again, too." I told her. "Are you okay? I had thought you would be in the hospital longer."
"I was cleared." She managed as her eyes became glazed over. She could not stop looking at my abs, and my stomach, which was trembling, begging for her touch. "I healed fast."
"Looks like it." I managed, my voice trembling a little. I was never on edge like this around a woman. And yet, Anna was weaving a spell on me. I could feel it, and it was a lustful spell.
She smiled. "Do I make you nervous?"
"Strangely, yes." I confessed, again clearly off my game. I was a SEAL, for heaven' sake! Here I was...coming undone by this beautiful woman. Strangely enough though, Emma and Taylor both were weaving their own wicked magic too.
"The cake is done." Ava said, catching me unawares. I just was not able to take my eyes off of Anna to look her way. I heard Ava placing the pan on the counter top and closing the oven door. The whole time Anna and I continued to stare at each other. It was as if we could not get enough of each other. I thought we had somehow bespelled one another to the point that we were locked in this untouching embrace, forever bound to this one spot in the kitchen till we died from the longing we felt but were too afraid to act upon. I saw Ava as she walked behind her and leaned forward, "Heading to the store, dear brother." She smiled and then winked at me. "You know, Anna...he is not wearing anything underneath. He is quite easy, believe me. It won't take much effort to get him to drop the jeans for you and the girls. Then again, it'll be much more fun if you just pulled them down yourself."
"Ava!" I exclaimed.
I knew I shouldn't have been shocked. This was typical for her. She was as wicked as one could get, especially when it came to women. She'd slept with every girl I'd ever brought home. Then again, in fairness, I'd slept with every girl that she'd brought home too...well I should say not every girl. There were a few exceptions along the way. But Anna was different, or was she?
"Relax, dear brother." She moved closer and kissed me on the cheek before she headed for the door.
"She loves you." Emma said after she was gone.
"She yearns for you." Taylor mused as her sister finally made a move.
Anna reached out and touched my chest, tracing my wolf tattoo with her fingers, her very warm and very welcoming fingers. Then she moved down to my stomach and allowed them to linger there to savor the trembling she felt.
"You want this." She said. "Don't you?"
"I'd be lying if I hadn't thought about it...about you touching me." I confessed in a voice that trembled just as badly as my stomach was.
"I dreamed about you touching me too, Logan."
"You have?" I breathed as her fingers caressed the skin just above the rim of my jeans. They were coming dangerously close to my bulging erection.
"Ever since that day...I've thought of you. I've longed for you, and not because you saved my life. It was more than that, much more."
I choked up. I knew exactly how she felt. I'd felt it too, but I could just never bring myself to admit it. I figured what would be the point. I believed that I would never see her again. I figured she'd forget about me and move on with her life. Lust. That was what I told myself I was really feeling. She was a beautiful, sexy woman, and that alone was enough to have fueled these feelings. But now seeing her in the flesh again, I'd been stupid. This was real. But my mind kept fighting my heart and my libido. It reminded me that she was a stranger and that I didn't know her at all. And yet, my body and my heart argued that it did...know her. Deep down, on the most basic level, I knew her, and desired to make her mine.
