“Um, yeah?” Jonathan asked, quickly closing browser windows, adjusting his hard-on beneath the desk.

             “I don’t know what you think you’re doing with Vibrance, but you’d better not do it around me!”

            Vibrance Chastity, beloved daughter of Oak Valley’s infamous rogue?  “I can’t stand her.”

            Panther’s eyes flashed, his square jaw tightening dangerously.  “Oh, I see what game you’re playing.”  Angrily pointing his finger in Jonathan’s face, he leaned across the desk, glaring furiously, his voice lowered to a dramatic whisper.  “I know what you’re up to, Jackmore.  And I’m going to make sure that Vibrance doesn’t fall for it.”

            “Okay.”  Panther had an amazing mouth.  Jonathan would’ve loved to stuff his dick in it.  “You go ahead and take care of that.  I have some important business going on here.”  Imagining Panther arched over his desk, begging for it, Jonathan gave his arousal a surreptitious rub.  “Did you drive the whole way across town for this?”

            “It’s important,” Panther warned in that same dramatic voice.  “Vibrance’s life is at stake.”

            Considering the number of kidnappings, murders, and “accidents” in this town, Vibrance’s life was always at stake.  “Well, I wish her the best.”  He couldn’t resist; reaching out, he ran his fingers across Panther’s mouth, thumb lingering on that succulent lower lip.

            Panther frowned, wary, sure that he was up to something nefarious, determined to stop him.

            “Just some, uh, you had a little speck of something,” Jonathan said, withdrawing his hand.  “See you later.”

            “Oh, yeah, Jackmore.”  Panther backed away, a warning in his eyes.  “You’ll see me.”  With that, he stormed back out.

            One hand already unbuttoning his fly, Jonathan opened his browser again.

            Trying to extricate himself, he gestured behind her back to Cody “Wild” Wilder, Oak Valley’s bad boy, to hide in the closet.  “What are you doing here?”

            “I just can’t take it anymore!  Oh, Jonathan, I don’t care what they say, they can’t keep us apart!”

            “Right.”  Kicking a dildo under the couch, he tucked the condoms behind a throw pillow.  “Why can’t they, again?”

            “Because we won’t let them!”  Lips trembling, she faced him with brave defiance glistening in her lovely blue eyes.  “I love you, Jonathan, and I…”  Her voice faltered, confusion brimming.  “Jonathan, what’s this?”

            “Handcuffs,” he said, taking them from her and tucking them, and the lube, and Wild’s pink thong, behind himself.

            Drawing away from him, she pressed her hand to her heaving chest, betrayal in her eyes.  “Jonathan!  I feel like I don’t even know you anymore!  Why would you have handcuffs, Jonathan?  Surely it doesn’t have anything to do with Maristar’s kidnapping?!”

            “Um, no, it doesn’t.”  He tried to think of a plausible excuse, then realized that he was in Oak Valley and plausibility was irrelevant.  “Vibrance, I have to tell you something.”  Drawing her close, he stared into her glistening eyes.  “Vibrance.  I’ve been living a lie.  For the past three years, I’ve been on the run.  On the run from…from my own past, Vibrance.”

            “Oh, Jonathan.”  Her gaze searched his face.  “What have you done?”

            “Vibrance.”  He yanked her even closer, giving her his best dramatic stare.  “I’m a cop.”

            “Oh, Jonathan!”  She threw her arms around him, embracing him tightly.  “Oh, Jonathan.”

            Behind her back, Wild snuck out of the closet, Rick and Slant tiptoeing behind him, feather dusters in hand.

            Stretching out on one of the cots, Jonathan studied Panther’s ass.  It was round, in a firm, muscular way.  “We might be here for a while.  You should get comfortable.”

            “I had nothing to do with Vibrance’s death!”  Panther whirled on him, pointing at him angrily.  “You know that, Jackmore!  You know that I was in the hospital with Callie that night!”

            “Well, we’re stuck here for now.  Why don’t you relax?”

            “How can I relax when Chartreuse and Molly are out there somewhere?!”

            Oh, for fuck’s sake, “Who’s Chartreuse?”

            “My long-lost sister, Jackmore.”  Glaring, Panther advanced on him.  “And you know that, because you’re the one who’s been hiding her for all of these years.”

            “Was that me?”  It was getting hard to keep up.  “Oh, right, in the Witness Protection Program.  Because I’m secretly a cop.”

            “Ssshhh!”  Jumping onto the bed, Panther covered Jonathan’s mouth with his hand, looking around anxiously.  “Don’t say that in here!  Do you want everyone to know?”

            “Right, sorry,” Jonathan said, his voice muffled.  His hands coming up to rub Panther’s thighs, he said, “Well, if you give me something to do with my mouth, maybe I’ll be able to keep quiet.”

            “All right,” Panther said warily, slowly lifting his hand, “as long as it isn’t talking.”

            Jonathan grinned, squeezing Panther’s firm ass.  “It has nothing to do with talking.”

            “Are you sure about this?” Panther asked, his hands bound in front of him.

            “Mm-hmm.”  Jonathan shifted his thigh, using his weight to roll forward.  Now Panther was face-down, and Jonathan’s arms were awkwardly caught where they were tied in front of Panther, but he had much better access to Panther’s ass.

            “I guess you know what you’re doing.  That was smart, talking Molly into letting us strip first, getting her to tie us up like this.”

            “Sure was,” Jonathan agreed, rolling his hips.  Oh, god, yes, that was good.

            “I had no idea that she was bringing me to the old mine shaft.  I didn’t even know that you were in the trunk.  I don’t know, I just feel like, ever since Vibrance came back from the dead, we just aren’t communicating anymore.  I had no idea that she was Molly’s mother.”

            “Right.  Move with me.  Follow my rhythm.”

            Panther began to hitch his hips to Jonathan’s beat, thighs spreading for him.  “Are you sure?  Like this?  Is this helping?”

            “Just let me get my,” Jonathan wriggled his hands down to cup Panther’s dick, “right there, yeah, that’s good.”

            “Jackmore!  What are you doing?!”

            “It’s okay,” Jonathan panted, rutting faster, rubbing Panther’s dick.  “It’s just the stress of being kidnapped.  The fumes from being trapped in the old mine shaft.  I’m the reincarnation of your dead wife.”

            “Stacy?!” Panther demanded, trying to look at Jonathan over his shoulder.

            “No, the pretty one.”

            “Oh, Grasshopper!”  Panther ripped at the rope tying his own hands and Jonathan’s, then seized Jonathan in a fierce embrace, rolling them both over.  “Grasshopper, is it really you?!”

            “Sure is,” Jonathan said, reaching for his jeans and fumbling in the pockets.  “I think that we should have reunion sex right now, right here, don’t you?”

            “As long as it’s lusty and passionate but still romantic,” Panther said.  “But, oh, Grasshopper.”  He began to pull away, torn.  “I just don’t know.  You’re in the body of a man.”

            “That,” Jonathan said, finally grasping the tube, “is what lube is for.”

            “Can it wait?” Jonathan asked, sliding down onto Panther’s dick again as Panther sat back against an old, dusty headboard.  Being locked in the attic was much better than being trapped in the old mine shaft.  There was a bed up here, and Panther and Grasshopper had a reputation for fucking like bunnies.  Jonathan was starting to get tired of taking it all of the time, though; maybe he could find something to use as a gag.

            “I’m not really Panther.”

            Oh, god, now what?  “Then who are you?”  He was picking up a sweet rhythm and he wasn’t going to let a name change slow him down.

            “I’m Cougar.  Panther’s long-lost twin.”

            Long-lost twin.  “So there are two of you?”

            “Yes.”  Panther or Cougar’s hands gripped Jonathan’s thighs, encouraging him to go faster.  “Being up here in this attic, I’ve recovered some old memories.  And the more memories surface, the more sure I am that I’m Cougar, and that the real Panther is out there, somewhere, crying out to me.”

            “Is he an identical twin?” Jonathan panted.

            “Yes.  We were separated when-”

            “Oh, Cougar!”  Jonathan held his hand to his forehead.  “Cougar, this attic is bringing back memories for me, too.  My alternate personality’s coming forth!  Oh my god, oh, yes, Cougar!”

            “Grasshopper!”  Panther gripped his arms, staring at him intently.  “What is it?”

            “Your dick feels incredible, and, um, I’m secretly the real Panther’s long-lost wife, Honey!”  Jonathan seized Panther’s hand.  “As soon as we find your identical twin, you’re going to have to share me with him!  Sexually!  We might even have to share the same bed!  Multiple times each night!”

            “Oh, Grasshopper.  Honey.”  Panther-Cougar gripped his hands.  “We’ll get through it.  Somehow.”

            Jonathan moved Panther-Cougar’s hands down to his dick where his grip would be more appreciated.  “Oh, darling,” he cooed, leaning in for a kiss before Panther-Cougar could remember anything else.  He was almost there, he just needed a little more.  Gripping the headboard, he pulled himself down harder on that hard, thick dick and there, right there, “Oh, oh yes!”  Squirting and coming all over Panther-Cougar’s muscular chest, he kept going until he heard Panther-Cougar actually roar as orgasm hit.

            Just then, the attic door burst open.  “Grasshopper!” Cody Wilder shouted, a cut on his forehead, a gun in his hand.  “The house is on fire!  Come with me, now!”

            “No!  Grasshopper, don’t trust him!”  Panther-Cougar threw himself between them.  “He’s been on drugs for weeks!  He’s an addict!  And he killed Vibrance!”

            “Really?” Jonathan asked, surprised, stretching out on the bed.  “I never would’ve guessed that.”

            “You don’t know what you’re talking about, Panther!” Wild warned.  “Grasshopper and I have been lovers for months!  Behind your back!”

            Of course there was a struggle, and the gun went off, but the bullet got lodged in the wall, but the house really was on fire, and the three of them fell back onto the bed and the bed fell down through the floor and Cougar suffered third-degree burns and Wild, in remorse, went on a quest to find the real, original Panther.

            And then Cougar recovered, and Wild returned with Panther, and then things really got interesting.