Taking Chances by Ann Omasta Chapter 16

 

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The brunch was going well after our hysterics calmed down from Jenni’s scandalous and outlandish comment. She and Sam were seated at the far end of the table from Seth and me, so I pointedly ignored them. I was a firm believer that women need to stick together, but this chick had seriously crossed the line.

 

 

 The conversation became boisterous as Seth and Sam got into a competition of one-upmanship. For each story that Seth told, Sam told one that was a little bigger and better. They both looked so handsome as they tried to top each other with their tall tales. We all laughed as the tone of the game switched and they started telling stories on each other.

 

 

 We heard about the time in high school when Sam yanked down Seth’s shorts and shoved him in the girls’ locker room. “Joke was on you,” Seth taunted him, “because seeing me naked is just like seeing you naked.” I shifted in my chair, trying not to think about that.

 

 

“It must not be exactly the same, or I wouldn’t bag all of the hottest babes,” Sam quipped, making Jenni preen. His mother inhaled a sharp breath, shocked by his words. “With the exception of one, apparently.” He turned and looked directly at me. I could feel my cheeks burning red as the whole group turned their eyes towards me.

 

 

Seth narrowed his eyes, clearly not liking where his brother had taken things. “No matter what you win, you’ll never be older.”

 

 

“You always make sure it comes back to that, don’t you?” Sam sat back in his chair looking annoyed that Seth had brought up their miniscule age difference.

 

 

 “Boys.” Their father’s deep voice made the simple word a warning.

 

 

Seth lightened the mood by saying, “No, what it comes back to is that you saved my life, and I wouldn’t be here if it weren’t for you.” He held up his glass and said sincerely, “Here’s to Sam, my hero.”

 

 

“Here, here.” The group clinked glasses and the merriment of the day resumed, but my eyes were drawn to Sam. His gorgeous, green eyes had taken on a dark look, and I wondered why. He caught me looking and raised his glass towards me, but his smile didn’t reach his haunted eyes.

 

 

 After eating more fantastic food than I remember ever ingesting in any three full days, I excused myself from the table to go find the bathroom. The pool house was larger than most people’s homes, so once I was finished in the powder room, I decided to have a look around. The décor was island-y and comfortable with a plethora of wicker and Bahamian artwork. It was the kind of place where you could plop down with a good book and take a nap.

 

 

 I was studying a family portrait from when the boys were toddlers, when I felt him come in. It was so strange how my senses of sight and hearing took a backseat to some sixth sense of heightened awareness where Sam was concerned.

 

 

He looked so handsome standing in the tall archway of the entrance. Just like Seth, I reminded myself, annoyed that I was so drawn to Sam. I couldn’t make myself stop looking at him as he sauntered over. “Can you tell us apart?” he asked, leaning over me. I could feel his hot breath on my ear, and it made me tingly.

 

 

“You’re the one on the left,” I responded confidently. My voice sounded remarkably calm, considering the visceral reaction my body was experiencing from having him so near.

 

 

“Impressive.” He seemed surprised that I had been able to determine which one he was in the photograph. “Or was it just a lucky guess?”

 

 

“I knew it was you.” I didn’t offer further explanation.

 

 

“We confused caretakers and teachers for years. Hell, half the time our family couldn’t tell us apart. So, Miss Brown, do tell how you were able to know me from my brother.”

 

 

I pointed to his face in the photo. “It’s something about your smile. You have a slightly crooked grin. Seth’s is perfectly straight.”

 

 

“Oh, I should have known you’d find a physical flaw in me that perfect Seth, my identical twin doesn’t share.”

 

 

“It’s not a flaw, necessarily. Some people might find a slightly crooked smile to be attractive,” I told him honestly.

 

 

“Do you find it attractive?” He grinned at me.

 

 

“There it is now.” I pointed at his mouth, trying to avoid answering his question.

 

 

He took my silence about it as an affirmation and started chanting and dancing around the room, “Abby thinks my crooked smile is hot. H-O-T. Hot.” The last word was whispered in extremely close proximity to my ear, and it sent a chill down my spine.

 

 

I forced myself to glare in his direction and say, “You’re such a child.” Despite my words, I couldn’t tear my eyes away from him. When I looked at him, all I could think of was mounting him and riding him to completion. My mouth fell open as I visualized myself climbing on top of him and taking his thick cock deep inside me. I knew his dick was huge because I had felt it pressing urgently into my back in the restroom at the museum. Besides, he was sure to be impressively hung, since Seth was. Realization dawned on me then that I technically knew what Sam looked like naked. The mental image surfaced and made me damp. Sam’s eyes travelled to my mouth and stayed there as I nervously licked my lips.

 

 

We stood there, eyes locked, for several seconds. I hoped that he couldn’t sense the horny turn that my thoughts had taken, even though he had to feel the sexual tension that was zinging between us. Finally, he spoke. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to bother you.” Then he turned and darted outside.

 

 

I leaned back against the wall and released the breath that I didn’t realize I had been holding. What the hell is wrong with me? I wondered, placing a cool hand on my forehead. I have finally found a handsome, sweet, wonderful man, and I have the hots for his pig of a brother.

 

 

It has to just be his similarities to Seth, I told myself. Seth is so perfect, and Sam looks just like him. Of course it’s confusing. Even the chickipoo that looks like a Barbie doll out there is attracted to both of them. I snorted, remembering just how attracted and willing she was. At least I wasn’t that bad.

 

 

I took a few deep, calming breaths. It all made sense when I thought it through. They were both physically attractive. Scratch that, they were both physically perfect. Seth was the one who was sweet, funny, kind, and thoughtful, though. He was the one I cared about, not Sam.

 

 

The reaction I had to Sam was purely physical, and I had a strong physical reaction to Seth as well. Beyond the physical, though, I had real feelings for Seth.

 

 

Feeling renewed, I went back outside. I found Seth, and we walked down the path to the bluff overlooking the lake and marina. Seth stood behind me with his strong arms wrapped around me. I felt safe and happy in his embrace, and I staunchly ignored the tingling feeling deep down in the pit of my stomach that told me Sam was watching us.

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