HIS GUILTY PLEASURE

STORY 2: CAUGHT BETWEEN US!

Chapter 1

Sophia’s POV

I woke up with my twin sister’s husband’s name still burning on my lips from the dirty dream that had me soaking wet between my legs.

Fuck. My eyes snapped open to find Alex’s arm draped heavily across my bare t**s, his morning wood pressing hard against my ass under the tangled sheets.

But it wasn’t Alex I’d been riding in my sleep. It was Ben, Olivia’s man, the one next door who always looked at me like he wanted to split me open and ruin me for anyone else.

My p***y throbbed at the memory of that dream, his thick c**k stretching me while I bit back moans so Alex wouldn’t wake.

I lay there breathing fast, heart slamming, the pregnancy test from last night still hidden in the bathroom drawer like a ticking bomb.

I eased out from under Alex’s arm, my n*****s stiff and sensitive as hell in the cool air.

Everything felt rawer lately, my body already changing in ways that made me scared and stupidly turned on at the same time.

I grabbed his t-shirt off the floor and yanked it on, the hem barely covering my ass as I crept downstairs. My mind wouldn’t quit racing.

That test. Two lines. Positive. And the real kicker?

I wasn’t even sure it was Alex’s after that blurry night at the barbecue when Ben had me pinned against the shed for a minute, his hand down my shorts fingering me rough while everyone else laughed and drank nearby.

“You’re so f*****g tight, Sophia,” he’d growled in my ear. I’d come on his fingers and pretend it never happened.

Now here I was, possibly carrying that secret inside me.

The kitchen smelled like fresh coffee once I got it brewing.

I stood at the window watching the sunrise bleed orange across the sky, my hand drifting down to press against my stomach.

Fear twisted with this filthy heat low in my belly.

What if it was Ben’s? What if Alex found out I’d let his neighbor finger f**k me senseless?

My c**t ached just thinking about it, my thighs slick already. I needed to act normal. Normal as hell.

My phone lit up on the counter. Olivia.

“Hey b***h, spontaneous twin breakfast on the patio right now. Mimosas and spilling about our perfect damn lives. Don’t make me eat alone or I’ll drag your ass out here,” she texted.

I grinned despite the chaos in my head and typed back quickly. “On it. Coffee’s ready. Get your cute butt over there.”

I poured three mugs just in case, the steam curling up hot. Upstairs I heard Alex stirring, his footsteps heavy. Good. Keep him busy.

Then the back door from the yard squeaked open. Ben’s voice carried in, deep and lazy.

“Yo Alex, that shared fence post is f****d. Loose as a cheap w***e. Mind if I grab your post driver real quick?”

Alex chuckled from the top of the stairs. “Go for it, man. It’s in the shed. Sophia’s got coffee going if you need to wake up those balls before you start hammering.”

Ben laughed low. “Coffee from your wife? Hell yeah. She always makes it strong enough to get me hard.”

My face flushed hot.

I stepped back from the window, pulse jumping between my legs.

Ben looked every bit the dirty fantasy stepping into the yard, tool belt riding low on his hips, those jeans hugging the bulge I knew too well from that one stolen grind.

Sweat already glistened on his neck, his shirt clinging to hard muscle.

I adjusted the tray, my t**s feeling heavy and full under the thin shirt, n*****s poking obvious.

God, I was a mess. Pregnant maybe, dripping for my sister’s husband while mine was right upstairs.

Olivia’s voice rang out cheerful from the patio. “Sophia! Move that fine ass, girl. I’ve got strawberries and all the tea. You know I can’t do this twin s**t without you.”

I grabbed the tray and pushed through the patio door, the morning breeze hitting my bare thighs and making me shiver.

Olivia sat there in her silky robe slipping off one shoulder, legs crossed, looking like the picture of married perfection.

She beamed at me. “Finally. Damn, you look like you just got f****d good. Alex has been pounding that p***y already this morning?”

I set the mugs down with a shaky laugh, heat crawling up my neck. “Something like that. Shut up and drink your coffee before it gets cold. Brought extra since Ben’s out fixing the fence.”

Olivia smirked and took a sip. “Ben? Tell that man to keep his hot ass on his side unless he’s joining us for mimosas. Though f**k, the view wouldn’t hurt. His arms in that tool belt? I swear he does it on purpose.”

Right then Ben crossed the yard line, post driver slung over his shoulder, eyes locking straight on me.

Time slowed. My breath hitched hard.

Those dark eyes dragged down my body slowly, pausing on my hard n*****s straining the shirt, then lower like he could smell how wet I was.

My p***y clenched tight, a fresh rush of slick dripping down my thigh.

Fuck, he knew. Or at least his stare said he wanted to bend me over this table and f**k the secret right out of me while Olivia chatted away.

“Morning, beautiful ladies,” Ben said, voice rough like gravel and s*x.

He wiped his forehead, muscles flexing. “That coffee smells almost as good as you do, Sophia.

Mind if I steal a cup before I get all sweaty out here?”

Olivia waved him closer with a playful eye roll.

“Only one cup, neighbor. We’re doing sister breakfast. No tool talk or I’ll make you fetch the mimosas yourself.” I said.

I handed him the mug, our fingers brushing deliberately. Heat shot straight to my core, my c**t pulsing like it remembered his touch.

“Here. Extra strong, just the way you like it,” I murmured, voice coming out breathier than I wanted.

Inside my head it was pure filth: Jesus Christ, Ben, stop looking at me like that. I can feel your eyes on my t**s.

If you knew I might be carrying your kid from that night you had me screaming in your hand…

Ben took a long sip, never breaking eye contact.

“You always know exactly what hits the spot, Sophia. Damn.” The words hung dirty between us, his gaze flicking to my mouth like he wanted to shove his c**k past my lips right there.

Olivia kept chattering happily beside me, oblivious, waving her hands about her perfect date night plans and how Ben had eaten her out for an hour last weekend. “He’s got this tongue thing, you know? Makes me see stars. Are you and Alex any better lately?”

I forced a nod and smile, but my body was on fire.

Ben stood close enough I could smell his sweat and that woodsy scent that always made me stupid.

My heart hammered so loud I worried they’d hear.

The pregnancy secret sat heavy in my chest, mixing with raw lust that had my n*****s aching and my p***y begging for trouble.

Alex is inside, clueless. Ben is right here, eye-f*****g me over coffee. Olivia laughing like the world was all sunshine and good d**k.

I locked eyes with Ben again for that charged second, tension crackling thick enough to taste.

What the f**k was I going to do now?