The Heart of Deception

The Heart of Deception

Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

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Status: Finished

Genre: Romance

Summary

There are two things in life that Kurt Palmer detests, liars and cheats. Lauren McAllister fits snugly into both categories. Kurt is all Lauren has ever wanted in a husband – and married to her identical twin sister, Diane. After a drunken night out, she agrees to help save her sister's marriage, and temporarily steps into Diane's life. But, Lauren soon finds herself in love with a man who doesn’t even know she exists! Deception comes with a price - and Lauren finds herself paying for both her and Diane's transgressions!

Summary

There are two things in life that Kurt Palmer detests, liars and cheats. Lauren McAllister fits snugly into both categories. Kurt is all Lauren has ever wanted in a husband – and married to her identical twin sister, Diane. After a drunken night out, she agrees to help save her sister's marriage, and temporarily steps into Diane's life. But, Lauren soon finds herself in love with a man who doesn’t even know she exists!

Deception comes with a price - and Lauren finds herself paying for both her and Diane's transgressions!

Chapter1 (v.1) - A New Beginning

Author Chapter Note

There are two things in life that Kurt Palmer detests, liars and cheats. Lauren McAllister fits snugly into both categories. Kurt is all Lauren has ever wanted in a husband – and married to her identical twin sister, Diane. After a drunken night out, she agrees to help save her sister's marriage, and temporarily steps into Diane's life. But, Lauren soon finds herself in love with a man who doesn’t even know she exists!<br /> <br /> Deception come with a price - and Lauren finds herself paying for both her and Diane's transgressions!

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: February 20, 2014

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“Last chance,” Lauren told herself, tilting her head from side to side, adjusting the weight of her helmet. “The engine’s still running, and no-one has seen your face yet, you don’t have to do this.”

The sledgehammer of reality hit her square between the eyes, and her courage fled. An underlying nervousness had been simmering while she rode, and now bordered on panic as her conscience kicked in, and urged her to bolt back down the driveway.

Watching her from the veranda was a slim attractive woman in her mid-thirties, wearing a pale blue sarong.

Lauren’s heart pounded in her ears above the thrum of 600cc Kawasaki engine between her thighs. Her mouth suddenly felt dry, as she looked up at the frowning woman. From Diane’s description, this had to be Helen, Diane’s sister-in-law. Lauren watched her spin on her heel, her blonde bob twirling as she disappeared around the corner.

Without the rushing air to cool her, the midday sun felt like it would roast her where she stood in the black leather pants and jacket she wore.

Beads of perspiration broke out on her forehead and upper lip. Under the gloves, Lauren’s hands were hot and clammy. Her identical twin sister’s wedding and engagement rings on her left hand, felt awkward and bulky, adding to her discomfort.

“No!” she muttered beneath her full-faced helmet. ”I can’t do it! Not this time!”

As twins, Lauren and Diane were identical in appearance, although opposites in personality. Despite this, they’d complimented each other well. Lauren had always been quiet and thoughtful, and her sister outgoing and charismatic.

Back then, life had been fun and exciting. As adults, living apart, Lauren’s life had begun to feel almost mundane – until last week - when Diane materialised after being missing for nearly two years.

 Diane had done it again!

She’d swept Lauren up in her whirlwind of vibrancy. After a few drinks last night, her plan to swap lives for a few months sounded like fun, and almost feasible. But now Lauren was stone-cold sober, and losing her nerve. Common sense screamed at her to leave – immediately.

“We’re too old for these life-swapping stunts!”

But, before she could make a move, a tall athletic man, wearing only a pair of bathing shorts, hastily stepped out from behind the house.

His thick, blonde hair was drenched, and his broad shoulders glistened in the sunlight. Water streamed from his swimming trunks, down his muscular legs. He crossed powerful arms over his bronzed chest, as he came to a halt in front of the motorcycle, blocking her escape. Cool blue eyes scrutinised her from between narrowed lids.

Lauren froze, as her brain went into meltdown.

“Holy shit, Diane lied,” she murmured to herself. “Kurt isn’t “reasonably attractive” – he’s drop-dead gorgeous.”

All thoughts of fleeing the huge pineapple farm vanished, as she fought the unfamiliar urge to run an exploratory finger across the hairless expanse of his chest.

“What are you thinking?” her conscience shrieked. “He’s Diane’s husband! He’s your brother-in-law!”

Lauren was thankful she hadn’t yet removed the helmet. Her cheeks were burning with embarrassment.

“You’re on private property. Can I help you?”

His commanding baritone brought her out of her reverie.

Watch out Lauren, this guy is not available. Besides, you’re not meant to have those sorts of feelings for a brother-in-law, surely? Her astonishing state of arousal left her horrified.

That’s it! She had to leave - now!

A chill crept steadily up her spine, until she swore heard her sister’s seductive voice, purring in her head, “Coward.”

Galvanised into action without thought, she reached out and killed the engine, before removing her gloves. She was so not a coward!

I can do this for Diane, she thought, squaring her shoulders. We’ve pretended to be each other so often before, how hard could it be? I’m just a little out of practice, that’s all.

With fingers that were surprisingly steady, she unstrapped the now stifling helmet, and pulled it off her head. Unruly auburn curls cascaded over her shoulders, leaving damp tendrils clinging to the sides of her face.

She’d taken Diane’s advice, and worn no make-up. So, she knew she hardly looked a day older than sixteen. Automatically stowing her gloves in the helmet, she looked up at him from under her eyelashes.

Kurt’s stunned surprise was unmistakable.

Lauren allowed a small smile to play on her lips as her eyes met his. They were the most amazing eyes she’d ever seen - pale blue, with a dark, almost indigo ring around them

 She gracefully dismounted, depositing the helmet on the seat. Unable to break the spell woven between them, she unzipped the jacket, and shrugged it off, without losing eye contact. Beneath it Lauren wore a short, white, cropped top. The soft, clinging material hugged the contours of her full breasts, exposing the creamy skin over her flat midriff, and narrow waist.

Kurt’s fascinated gaze lowered, as a cool breeze caressed her bare abdomen and arms. He smiled, one eyebrow raised, when he noticed her erect nipples straining against the thin fabric imprisoning them.

“Smuggling peanuts, Diane?”

Blushing furiously, Lauren turned away to sit on the steps.

She’d no sooner removed her boots when a big German shepherd bounded around the corner. He approached the motorcycle cautiously with his hackles up, and sniffed it all over. Then, deciding that it was harmless lifted his leg.

Lauren cried out indignantly. The dog stopped mid-stride, and turned his attention to Lauren instead. She desperately wracked her brain, trying to recall the dog’s name, as he advanced, baring his teeth, a low growl emanating from his throat.

Holding out her hands, palms down, she dropped to her haunches in front of him, reproaching his behaviour in a quiet, soothing voice. The dog cocked its head to one side, looking confused. He smelt her hands, gave them a lick, and then rolled onto his back for her to scratch his tummy.

“Pee on my bike Digby dog, and you will live to regret it,” muttered Lauren quietly, rubbing his furry chest.

“How on earth did you do that?” spluttered Helen resentfully, marching down the steps. “He’s always hated you! Digby! Heel!”

The bewildered dog obediently jogged over to his mistress, to sit at her feet. Lauren looked up to see the startled looks on both their faces.

Oops, there’s something Diane forgot to mention, she thought.

“Maybe he likes the leathers,” she mumbled, as she rose to her feet.

“They don’t look that attractive,” Helen commented sharply. “I’m surprised you didn’t choose something a little more stylish.”

“Style had nothing to do with my choice, Helen. I have an aversion to pain and suffering,” smiled Lauren patiently. “Leather offers amazing protection against gravel rash.”

Kurt shrugged a shoulder, and slowly circled the motorcycle. A look of derision crossed his face. “I wondered why you had drawn $50 000. For a while I thought you’d decided to call it quits, and not come back.”

Wow, thought Lauren with surprise. $50 000! Kermit isn’t worth anything near that. Diane really does intend having a good holiday!

“Kermit?” Kurt ran his fingers along the carefully, hand painted plaque on the lime green fuel tank, his expression changing to one of amusement.

“It’s the same colour as Kermit the Frog in the Muppet movie.”

“You mean it only comes in this revolting green?” asked Helen, with a look of distaste.

“No,” Lauren replied, trying to sound casual, as she ripped open the zip of her leather trousers, aware of Kurt’s watching eyes. “They had a flashy red too, but I have this insane desire to be seen on the road. Let’s call it self-preservation.”

Lauren was feeling rather pleased with herself. She was one up on the sister-in-law, and Kurt obviously hadn’t noticed that she was not his wife - so far, so good.

“So how long is this little fad going to last, Diane,” asked Kurt dryly. “Or, are you trying to tell me a change is as good as a holiday?”

“I was under the impression you wanted me to change,” Lauren managed, after a pause. She was proud of her almost perfect imitation of Diane’s posh English accent and cool demeanour.

Peeling the suffocating, leather pants off her slim, well-toned legs, she revealed a pair of short, frayed, cut off Levi 501’s. Kurt watched her strip with an intrigued expression on his tanned features. Transferring her helmet onto the petrol tank, he eased himself onto the seat.

His head jerked towards her. “Bloody irresponsible don’t you think, Diane? You’re meant to have a licence to ride these things!”

Lauren quickly picked up her haversack, and slung it over her shoulder. She could have kicked herself. It had never occurred to her not to ride her bike up to the property. She only occasionally drove her father’s car to go grocery shopping.

“What makes you think I’m not licensed Kurt,” she said quietly, as she bent to pick up her cast off leathers and boots. “I know it’s hard to believe, but I did have a life before I married you.”

Lauren approached the motorcycle, and lifted her helmet. Challenging brown eyes met his frosty blue ones, over the armful of protective apparel. Not waiting for a response, she turned and marched up the stairs, leaving the siblings to stare at each other in stunned silence.

 

 

Kurt hadn’t expected Diane to come back, and he certainly hadn’t expected the way his body had reacted to seeing her again. He felt as if he’d been sideswiped by a truck. Man, she looked good!

Every inch of her trimmed to perfection. He had never seen her so casually clad. She looked so young and fresh, and unbelievably sexy. He hadn’t felt like this about Diane, since before they were married. Watching her strip off those leathers had left him with an aching erection.

Whoever said abstinence was good for the soul was misinformed, Kurt groaned inwardly, shaking his head.

I must be desperate, he decided gloomily. I actually want that cold bitch!

It took a while for him to realise that Helen was talking to him.

“I don’t like this, Kurt. Something’s wrong. Diane’s changed too much in the last month. It’s as if she’s another person.”

Kurt ruefully smiled at his sister. “Your imagination’s running away with you, Helen. You’ve never liked one another. You’re just disappointed that she’s back.”

He started the motorcycle, feeling surprisingly optimistic and lifted the stand. “Maybe she’s serious about trying again.”

Helen didn’t look convinced. “I think she’s up to something Kurt. And I’m going to prove it.”

Kurt shrugged a shoulder, and drove Kermit around to the garage. It had been years since he had ridden a motorcycle, and sitting astride this one brought back some pleasant memories - experiences he found himself eager to repeat with his wife.

His wife! Kurt found himself smiling.

Just yesterday he’d thought that separation and divorce were their only solutions. He couldn’t explain the bizarre pleasure he now felt now that Diane had come home. Her obvious attempts to change - even her appearance - were already breathing hope into what had seemed like a hopeless situation.

Diane knows a good piece of machinery when she sees one, he marvelled, running an eye over Kermit. She’s certainly no novice if she can handle this baby.

As a businessman, he always prided himself on knowing everything there was to know about his competitors and his employees.

Kurt slowly shook his head.

When it eventually came to choosing a wife, I allowed my balls to override my brain, he thought wryly.

Diane had looked so young and vulnerable when he’d met her; he wanted to wrap her up in cotton wool to protect her. But once they were married, he quickly discovered she was nothing like the innocent he’d perceived her to be. 

“I actually know very little about Diane - something I’m going to have to remedy. It’s time to start talking like rational people, instead of attacking one another at every turn.”

 

 


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