Page 12 of Unwrapping Deviance

“Mira needs to eat and it’s too late to drive to Mayfield.” He pauses to calm himself down before continuing, “It might not be full. It’s been seventeen years, maybe no one will...” he cuts himself off and I know it’s because of me. Because he doesn’t want me to know.

“Drive the four hours,” Christian shoots back, pivoting on his heels and stomping to the burnt orange armchair. He drops into it, momentarily vanishing with the cloud of dust that erupts up around him. “It’s a bad fucking idea, Danny.”

Daniel says nothing as he gathers up the bags and stalks up the stairs. I scoot back even though there’s plenty of space for him. He doesn’t say anything moving past me towards the bedrooms.

I linger a moment and glance back at the other man below staring furiously at the empty hearth. His long fingers drum on the worn, velvet armrests.

Identical.

But worlds different. Their similarities stop at their faces and the differences captivated me.

Of course, I know twins are their own individual people. Sharing a womb doesn’t mean they are the same, but I have never been so attracted to two people at the same time. Brothers. Not because they share the same face, which bonus, but because the rough, grungy look is fucking hot. The rock star. Dangerous and untamed. He could easily throw me around. Something Ifeel Daniel would resist. He’d be gentle and patient, which I want too.

Maybe at the same time — tossed on the bed. Clothes torn off. Forced onto my belly between Daniel’s widespread thighs. Made to suck him while his brother moves behind me and...

I clearly have problems, but holy hell.

I must have been staring too long because those rolling, sandy hills lift and pivot straight in my direction.

Already on the verge of my own fantasies, caught in the crisp visual of him sliding that cock I’d nearly seen earlier into my eager body, I waver when he curls those beautiful lips into that sly little smirk. I shiver when he lifts a hand and crooks his finger for me to come to him. To slide into his lap where his free hand pats his thigh.

God.

Fuck.

“Does Daddy’s little girl need to cum?” he taunts and my face floods with the same rush of heat as the one soaking my panties.

The sheer audacity has my nipples hardening with a desperate need to get stroked by fingers marked with ink and topped with chunky, silver rings. I want them to drag the straps of my tank down to palm my breasts and let me feel the cool metal on my skin.

“You have to come here first,” he says like he can read my twisted thoughts.

Kalen and I had sex. I thought it was pretty frequent. I used to try and spice things up, try new positions, get him to be more assertive, but missionary was his tried and true. Everything else was confusing and tedious. He thought I was trying to make him feel bad because he had a hard time making me cum with zero foreplay, some spit in his palm and penetration.

Daniel and Christian would know exactly what to do. I have no doubt in my mind as I watch the slow rub of his palmdrifting up and down his hard thigh. They would be thorough and demanding, and rough. They’d manhandle me and make me sore.

But that’s just a fantasy.

That’s all it will ever be because shit didn’t happen like that in real life. I would be betraying Daniel by fucking his brother. Any chance I could possibly have with him would be done and nothing is ever worth losing Daniel over, especially a tall, dark, rougher version of him.

Without a word, I turn on my heel and hurry to find my man.

I don’t have to go far. He’s in the first door on the left. His back is to me, and I take a few minutes to study the movements of his body as he unpacks folded piles of tops from his duffle. Each bundle is placed on a bare, stiff mattress.

The entire room is empty. Bland. Stripped of every individuality. The single, twin bed matches the hard, oak dresser shoved behind the door and the nightstands. Otherwise, not a spec else. It’s nothing but a room with no soul.

I cross the four steps between us and slip my arms around his middle. His movement stills under my hold. The muscles of his abdomen expand, lifting his arched back into the cheek I rest between his shoulders.

“You okay?”

Daniel sighs and straightens. “He’s just so difficult.”

“I’m sorry,” I murmur into the warm skin radiating through the soft fabric of his t-shirt.

He shakes his head. “None of it is new conversation. I just hoped he would ... I don’t know.” He twists his head over his shoulder to peer down at me. “You okay?”

I nod. “I think this is one of those things you need a sibling to understand, but I also think it’s been a long day so we’re all tired. Maybe you’ll both be at a better place in the morning.”

Daniel turns in my arms and pulls me flush into his chest. His face burrows into the side of my neck and I wonder if he can feel the jump in my pulse when his lips brush the vein.

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