✨MY BILLIONAIRE TWINS ✨|| JIKOOK

21.

GUK POV

I trace the rim of my wine
glass with my finger as the turbulent water from the hot
tub bubbles up around my chest.

I was probably going a little too far when I invited him to come out here especially when I
threw in the part about not needing a bathing suit.

But I just couldn't help myself.

When I saw him standing there looking so fucking sexy even though he must have been exhausted from dealing with
the first day of getting settled
in here, the part of my brain that's connected to my dick crowded out the rational bits.

Now I'm alone in the hot tub
with enough wine for two
people, thinking I probably fucked things up with Jimin.

Again.

It's becoming a theme with
him. Am I starting to lose my touch with sexy Omegas?

Not likely.

I haven't changed and I
never seem to have a problem bringing home any Omega I
want from the bar.

But maybe that's the difference.

Maybe I want to see how far I can go with Jimin because
he's not just another guy from
the bar.

It definitely isn't because Jungkook got there first.

I'm too old to be jealous of
my twin.

"Yeah, keep telling yourself
that." I mutter under my
breath, then take a sip of wine.

"Maybe you'll start to believe
it one of these days."

I look up and nearly drop my wine glass into the hot tub.

He standing in the doorway in
a fluffy white bathrobe.

He's more covered up than
he has been this whole trip
but somehow it makes him
look even sexier.

"You changed your mind." I
say, masking my smile with my wine glass as I tip it in his direction.

"I couldn't sleep." He steps closer, looking nervous as hell
as he picks at the fuzzy belt that's holding his robe closed.

"And anyway, I thought maybe
a little fresh air might help... might take my mind off things."

"Fresh air is always good." I
say, suddenly feeling like I've
run out of small talk As he
opens his robe just enough to
let it slide off his bare shoulders.

Between the shadows of the setting sun and the bulky robe,
I can't see nearly as much of
him as I'd like but what I can
see is definitely promising.

I clear my throat. "The uh,
water is... perfect."

The last word is barely above a whisper as the robe falls away from his body completely.

Jesus Christ.

I'm so used to going home
with rail-thin models and fake, plastic star-fuckers that I'd almost forgotten what a real Omega looks like.

And, how much I fucking love
a real body and someone who
is confident in his own skin.

My cock is standing up straight, straining just below the surface of the water as he eases
himself down into the hot tub.

Thank God for the bubbles.

Though I can't move an inch
or my cockhead will be completely exposed.

"You're right." he says, smiling tentatively as he sinks into
the water.

Fuck if I can stop looking.