Falling for My Boyfriend's Dad(26)

But Landon turned, his steely blue-eyed gaze bringing me to a screeching  halt. His warning glance was more than enough to stop me cold in my  tracks.

"Officer," said Cole politely. "If you'd be so kind as to let us have a word alone with our sister."

An intimidating looking woman, burly with a clipboard in her hand, smirked at his request.

"Not likely, given that your parents are turning you in for incest and rape of your sister," she said flatly.

"They didn't rape me!" I shrieked before being cut off by another warning glare from Landon.

"Well then perhaps you'd be so kind as to allow my sister to visit us at  the county lock-up tomorrow morning," he said cordially.

"You won't be at County, you'll be at State," she stated in a  business-like tone. "County's for juvies, and you and your brother will  be tried as adults."

But suddenly I knew what Cole was doing. He was telling me how I could  find them tomorrow. And I'd go to them, with my heart in my hands  …   because they're the fathers of my baby.





CHAPTER ONE


Morgan




Six months earlier  …

I quietly opened the screen door to the house, putting my backpack on  the marble counter. As usual, there was no noise whatsoever. My parents  traveled a lot because my stepdad was CEO of a pharmaceutical company,  and my mom accompanied him on most business trips.

"You're fine, right Morgan?" Linda asked vaguely, just before leaving last time. "You don't need us for anything?"

"Yeah, mom, I'm okay," I said, with just the tiniest tinge of sarcasm in  my voice. Never mind that my first art show was coming up. She'd missed  everything in the past couple years of my life, ever since she met Mr.  Kingsley.

Don't get me wrong, Gerald's made a big difference in our lives. My  biological dad died when I was two, leaving my mom with few resources  and a daughter to raise. We'd barely been scraping by  –  her hours as a  secretary were just enough to put food on the table, with nothing left  over for extras. But we'd been happy  …  so I thought.

Slowly, my mom started stepping out, going to dating events and mixers.  She was still young then, maybe 25 or so, and I guess hanging out with a  baby all day wasn't her idea of fun. Pretty soon, she was seeing some  high-powered dudes, one of whom happened to be Gerald Kingsley, CEO of  Stryker Tech.

After she met Gerald, things took off really quickly. We went from  sharing a one-bedroom apartment in a rundown part of town, to moving  into his huge mansion by the sea, complete with housekeeper, gardener,  and security cameras. There was a even guard house at the entrance to  keep my billionaire stepdad safe from the common people.

It'd been wonderful at first. I was ecstatic that now I'd be able to  attend a creative arts school in the city. The tuition had been way out  of reach for my mom, but Gerald made a contribution to the school, and I  was welcomed as a mid-semester transfer. Plus, Gerald had redecorated  one of the rooms in his mansion as a studio, and bought me all sorts of  paints, watercolors, oils and canvases. I'd spent that first week in  pure bliss, delighted with my abundance of creative tools.

But Gerald and Linda started taking less interest in me as the weeks  went by. I already had a private wing in the house, and my mom, who had  at least sort-of paid attention to me in the past, was now consumed by a  whirlwind of social events, part of her duties as Gerald's wife. And so  I was basically  …  alone. I got up most mornings, poured myself some  cereal, and trudged off to school. When I got back, the house was  usually empty unless Gerald and Linda were hosting a cocktail party for  one of their various causes.         

     



 

I'd gotten used to the solitude. As an artist, I told myself that the  quiet was good for me to concentrate on my art with no distractions, and  besides, I had plenty of friends at school. No need for mom to stress  out.

Until one day, I let myself in the screen door and could hear the TV  blasting in the living area. This was weird. Again, I have my own wing  of the house, so usually it was just me and the cleaning staff. When  Consuela was here, there might be some Spanish music playing, but  certainly not the raucous beat that was pulsing, unbearably loud.

I could hear laughter too, deep voices chuckling, and the unmistakable  clink of glasses. It didn't seem like we were being robbed, and besides,  it's pretty tough to make it past Gerald Kingsley's security.

I tiptoed down the hall and peeked into the living area. Oh my god.  There were two men sitting on the sofa, gorgeous, ripped, with tats  peeking out from under their t-shirts, drinking beer and relaxing on MY  couch! What the hell?

I stood and just watched for a moment. Even at eighteen, with my limited  (okay, zero) experience with guys, I could sense the danger rolling off  the men in waves. Their bodies were chiseled, muscle tees outlining  solid frames, defined but not overbuilt. Twin blue eyes penetrated from  handsome, angular faces, complete with square jaws and dimples in their  left cheeks.

Because the two men were identical in just about every way. Same height,  same build, and same movie-star handsome faces, with dark, almost black  hair and sky blue eyes.

I must have gasped because they both swung around at once, their discerning gazes make me shiver.

"Well, look who it is  … " one of them drawled.

"Nothing like I expected  … " the other murmured, as they looked me over.

I flushed. I knew I wasn't the prettiest girl in school, but I was  okay-looking, with glossy brown hair and hazel eyes. I pushed my glasses  up a little higher, and tried to stand a little straighter.

"Who are you? What are you doing here?" my voice trembled.

"Must be our new little sister," said one of the twins.

"I'm Landon, he's Cole," said the other, gesturing at his brother.  "Don't worry, little sis," he said with a smirk. "Even our mom can't  tell us apart sometimes."

"Your mom?" I asked, dumbfounded. "How can I be your sister? Wait, is this all a joke?" I shook my head, I was so confused.

They smirked again and raised their beers for another sip. "No joke,  little sis, unless it's from the guy up there," said Landon, pointing  upwards to the sky. "You're Morgan, right? I can tell Gerald's never  told you about us before," he added, with a knowing look at his brother.

"Wait a minute, how do you know my name?" I said, holding my hands up.  "Who are you again?" I demanded, crossing my arms a little huffily.

"Well, the little girl's got spirit," said Cole. "We," he announced majestically, "are your new brothers."

"How is that possible though? Are you Gerald's sons?" I said plaintively.

"Exactly," said Cole, his brow growing dark. "We're Gerald's  illegitimate sons by a stripper he fucked years ago. We lived with our  mom until she died of a drug overdose last week," he said coldly.

"Oh my god!" I whispered, my hands flying up to my cheeks.

"Your concern is appreciated, but irrelevant," stated Cole. "Violet got  high every fucking night, living off of Gerald's child support checks.  But now that she's gone, seems that Landon and I are stuck with Daddy  Dearest," he said.

"Does  …  does Gerald know you're here?" I asked slowly.

"Yeah, but look how much he cares," snorted Cole. "You can tell he  pulled out all the stops for the welcome bandwagon," he drawled  sarcastically.

"Well, um  … " I gawped. "Can I get you a sandwich?" I rushed out.  Immediately my cheeks flushed. Faced with the two most gorgeous men I'd  ever seen, here I was offering them a sandwich? God, I was so lame.

It caused both men to start laughing.

"What a sweetheart!" said Cole, leaning back with a sly smile. "But  honey, we're about to head out to grab a bite, so no sandwich needed,  thanks baby."

And they turned back to the TV, dismissing me. How ironic. My new  stepbrothers had dismissed me in my own home. But I retreated from the  living area, quietly padding up to my bedroom. Hopefully I could at  least call Mom and verify the twins' story  …  but it wouldn't matter  because I was already incredibly curious about the two most intriguing  men I'd ever met.         

     



 





CHAPTER TWO


Landon




"Unnf," I moaned, coming hard into the blonde.

"Fuck her hard," grunted my brother, his dick buried in her mouth. "Oral feels best when a woman's stuffed full of dick."

"Ahhh  …  shit  …  FUCK!" I roared, as I released a spray of white into the  girl's cunt. She moaned in pleasure and pain, her voice muffled by the  huge piece of meat my brother was forcing down her throat.

It's hard to describe the depravity that Cole and I engage in. We always  fuck the same girl at the same time, and no, not a lot of girls say no.  In fact, none have said no.