Prologue
Baylor and I are lying under her bed giggling like schoolgirls. “That was awesome, BayBay. They had no idea it was me.”
“I know, Avie, I know.” Bay says with a smile that lights up her face. “We should do this again. It’s so much fun playing each other.”
“It sure is.” I look to my twin sister and smile, happy that of all the people in the world I ended up with her as my twin. She’s my BayBay.
“I love that you’re my sister, Avie.”
“And I love that you’re mine too, BayBay. We are gonna be twinsies forever.”
“What’s a twinsie?” she asks.
“It’s your twin, who is also your best friend,” I explain to my older twin, by seven minutes.
“Twinsies forever,” she whispers back. “Let’s do it again and this time let's do it for a whole day.”
“Yes, let’s do it tomorrow.”
As the memory fades and reality kicks back in, a sadness washes over me. Baylor and I were close and we swore we’d be twinsies forever, and up until recently, we were. She was one of my best friends, albeit selfish at times, but at the end of the day, she always had my back and I had hers. We were there for one another when we needed a shoulder to cry on or a hug just because. But she’s changing before my eyes and turning into a horrible, despicable person. My BayBay, my twinsie, is wilting away and there’s nothing I can do about it. This new Baylor is harsh and not a nice person to be around. She’s always been the headstrong, outgoing, and brash twin, the complete opposite to me. I’m shy, quiet, and reserved. Some would say I’m a pushover but differences aside, we always had each other’s back.
I want that Baylor back.
My BayBay.
I don’t like this new one.
1
Flynn
Today is my last day at Oasis, what I thought was going to be a sex-filled getaway didn’t quite turn out how I expected. The first few days I hooked up each night but they were nothing to write home about, and then I met Paige Walsh. Paige is a smoking hot red-haired vixen and, rather than getting down and dirty between the sheets with her, we became friends. Platonic, no hanky-panky, non-kissing friends…and then she got back together with her fiancé and I really was relegated to the friend zone. If I’m honest, I’m glad Paige got her happily ever after, she deserves more than a weekend fuckfest with me. My dick, on the other hand, he isn’t too happy with me right now. The term blue balls is an accurate description of my nether regions at this moment in time.
I just bumped into Paige and Cam, her douche fiancé—he broke her heart and then game grovelling back, hence douche fiancé reference—but Paige is beaming right now. From the chats we had, he is the rum to her Coke and when he followed her here, it cemented her feelings for him. Lucky bastard. After walking away from them, I head down to the beach for one last swim before my flight home. Kicking off my flip-flops, I pull my shirt over my head, and drop my sunglasses on top of my shirt. Looking around, I see I’m the only one here, so I pull down my boardshorts and I run toward the ocean, naked as the day I was born. When the water is to my knees, I dive in, the water is cold and a shock to the system, but it’s just what I need.
Breaking the surface, I shake my head from side to side, flicking water droplets around like a dog. Floating on my back, I stare up at the sky, it’s the bluest of blue and there’s not a cloud in sight. I’ll be sad to leave this place, but after losing Paige—not that I had her in the first place—I think getting back to Chicago is what the doctor—me—ordered.
I really needed this getaway, the last few weeks at the hospital have been crazy busy. So busy I haven’t even had a chance to hook up in the on-call room. It used to be great when Kristin Payne worked there. She and I had a mutual arrangement that worked for both of us. The sex was mind-blowing, there were no feelings or awkwardness; it worked great between us. Until she foolishly went and fell in love with her childhood best friend. But in saying that, I’ve never seen her happier. It was no surprise when she ended our arrangement. Was I sad? Sure, but I was happy she was happy. A few weeks later, he took a job in Australia and she left with him. Leaving me and my blue balls behind.
I’ve had enough with the moping, so I stand up and dive back under the water. When I break the surface, I swim until my arms hurt. I’m a fair way out from shore and if I’m honest, I’m impressed with how far I swam. Looking at my watch, I see I have to get back; otherwise I’ll miss my flight. Swimming back to shore, I slip my shorts back on, grab the rest of my stuff, and head to my room where I shower and change for the flight home. While I’m in the shower, like I have the last few days, I pleasure myself to thoughts of Paige, wishing ever so hard it really were her. Closing my eyes, I imagine it’s her hand gripping my cock and pumping. Squeezing the tip before sliding her palm down my shaft. My balls tighten and I come over the shower wall, murmuring her name as I empty my load.
Opening my eyes, I step under the showerhead, letting the droplets cascade over my shoulders, washing away the remnants of my self-love. Soaping up, I clean myself, climb out, dry off, and finish packing.
After checking out, I jump on the shuttle bus and it takes me to the airport, where I board my flight and head back to reality.
Preston Knight, my best friend and the best pediatric doctor at Western General, picks me up. “How was paradise?”
“Paradise,” I forlornly reply.
“Why so glum?” I sigh, not sure what to say to him. “Dude, like seriously, what’s up?”
“I have blue balls.”
Preston laughs, a deep belly laugh which echoes through the car. I’m glad we are stopped at a red light; otherwise, I’m sure he would have crashed the car. “Are you telling me, Dr. ‘I have an accent, drop your panties now’ has blue balls?”
Nodding my head, I sigh dejectedly, “Yep.”
“How? You just got back from a fuckin’ adults-only haven.”
“The first few days were banging—pun intended—and then I met this chick but she was…”
“Was what?” he questions, as he pulls onto the freeway.
“She was there after a breakup—”
“Rebound sex,” he interrupts, raising his eyebrows suggestively.
“I wish. The ex-fiancé arrived. He followed her to Oasis and won her back.” Lucky bastard.
“Well shit, so why not hook up with someone else?”
“I don’t know. I just wasn’t feeling it. After getting cockblocked by her, I just, I don’t know. If I’m honest, this weirdness goes further back. Ever since Kristin fell in love and moved to kangaroo land, I’ve just been out of sorts.”
“Sounds like you need to get laid and you need to get laid good.”
“Tell me about it. The boys are turning blue and I’m getting callouses on my hands from all the jacking off. I feel like a teenager again.”
“If you like, we can go out tonight.”
Shaking my head, I resist, “Nah, I need to get home, unpack, and get my head back into the game. Plus, I’ve got an early shift tomorrow.”