Online Book “Taking Chances” Chapter 12:
When I showed him the kitchen, he grabbed a half-empty
package of Nutter Butters. “I’m starving,” he admitted. “We snuck out of the
auction before they served the rubber chicken.”
I had seen the menu and knew it entailed filet mignon and
other fancy-schmancy cuisine, but was happier to be sharing stale cookies with
Seth. As I poured us each a glass of milk, I decided that this was a great time
to ask about his family. “So, Seth Davis, are you a part of the Davis family
who put on that fabulous shin dig tonight?”
He seemed almost embarrassed, but he nodded and answered.
“Yes, it’s my mom’s pet project. My grandmother died of breast cancer when I
was young, and my grandfather lost his battle with throat cancer a few years
ago.” He sighed, but continued. “It really took a toll on Mom. She became
depressed - to the point that we were concerned that we were going to lose her,
too. Then, one day, she decided to fight back. She came downstairs to breakfast
dressed and enthused about stamping out cancer. She started planning the first
fundraiser that morning. It was a huge success. Since then, she makes sure it
gets bigger and better every year.”
It was the most he’d shared with me about his family, and I
was impressed by his mother’s perseverance. “What a way to turn things around.
Your mother must be quite a lady.”
He smiled with pride. “She is. My whole family is amazing.
You met Jessie and Sam. They are the best siblings anyone could ask for, and
Jessie’s little girl, Katie, is the light of my life. I call her Katiedid. I
can’t wait for you to meet her.”
Thoughts were flying through my head as he spoke. I was
surprised to learn that Jessie was a single parent. The way Seth spoke of his
niece made me fall for him even more. I was touched that he wanted me to meet
her and thrilled by the confirmation that he assumed we would keep seeing each
other. I noticed that he didn’t mention his father. That seemed a little odd,
but I was even more curious about Sam. I thought this might be a good time to
fess up about my risqué incident with him in the restroom.
“I’d love to meet Katie,” I answered honestly. I paused for
a few seconds, and then I dove in. “I can’t imagine having an identical twin.”
Seth smiled. “I can’t imagine not having one. Sam and I give
each other a hard time, but he’s my other half.” He shook his head. “That
sounded weird. We’re not soul mates or anything.” He grinned before continuing.
“I don’t know how to explain it, but there isn’t anyone who is there for me or
understands me like Sam does. He even saved my life once. That’s how he got the
scar on his shoulder.”
I was completely intrigued and wanted to know more. “Go on,”
I encouraged him when he stopped.
“When we were in college, we were partying with a group of
friends on a boat by a little island out on the lake. The waves were really
starting to kick up, so we decided to head in. The anchor was stuck and we
couldn’t get it to come up, so I dove in to swim down and loosen it. I didn’t
realize the place where I dove was a shallow ridge. I hit my head hard enough
to knock me out. The rest of the people on the boat were too wasted to realize
I didn’t come right back up, but Sam knew something was wrong. I don’t know if
it was twin intuition or what, but he jumped in and grabbed me. When we
surfaced, a big wave was rolling in. Sam put himself between me and the boat,
and he was body-slammed into the ladder. If he hadn’t sensed that something was
wrong that day, I wouldn’t be alive. I feel like I owe him everything.”
The conversation had taken a serious turn, so he lightened
the mood by adding, “Doesn’t stop me from teasing him about being younger,
though. He hates that,” he chuckled.
I smiled, but couldn’t get the picture of that pig of a man
jumping in to save his brother out of my head. Seth obviously thought of Sam as
a hero, but I wasn’t willing to think that highly of him. I wanted to think of
him as the ass that I knew him to be. Anyone would jump in to save a sibling, I
told myself. It doesn’t mean he’s not a jerk.
“Well, I’m glad he was there to save you, or I wouldn’t be
able to do this.” I leaned over to give Seth a sweet, slow kiss. I was trying
to think of a way to say that I had almost fucked Sam in a public bathroom, but
my mind couldn’t focus on anything but Seth when his tongue began swirling
around mine.
Seth pulled back and asked, “Do I get to see your bedroom?”
I ran for the stairs and giggled as he playfully grabbed my rear end, following
close behind me.
We slammed my bedroom door shut and grabbed each other, groping to remove clothes as we fell into my bed. I didn’t give Sam another thought. I spent the entire night rolling around naked with Seth’s glorious body in a tangled mess of sheets.
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