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I don’t know if it’s because she’s currently being railed by my twin brother or because it’s the first time I’ve been in here since I first approached her, but regardless, it’s harder to leave than usual. I can see how Emmett has lost his battle to stay away from her because I’m losing that same battle, but my existence is harder to explain.

Now that she’s involved with him, how am I meant to come out of the woodwork when I look identical to Emmett?

The only way I’ll be able to do that and have a hope at making her mine is if he introduces us, and is he likely to do that? No. Not at all.

Not unless I force his hand.

I sit on the edge of Waverly’s bed with her pillow in my lap. I’ll admit, the woman makes me fucking crazy to the point that occasionally I defile her bedding.

Okay, maybe not occasionally as much as every time I step foot in this apartment.

But again, tonight is different.

There’s not a part of me that doesn’t want to shuck my jeans and jerk off all over the soft linen she’s going to sleep on tonight. She’ll come home smelling like Emmett, but there will be a part of me that she sleeps with as well.

Except I can’t fucking do it. Not because I’m not hard, because I fucking am. I’ve been hard as stone since the first time I allowed myself to touch her while she was awake, and it doesn’t matter how many dates my hand and I have, my cock isn’t getting the message. And it certainly doesn’t help that I know where my twin is right now.

He has his cock deep in her cunt. Or her mouth. Or her ass if he’s the lucky son of a bitch I think he is. And I’ll just be here, jerking off on her pillow so she’ll sleep with the scent of my cum on her nose?

Not quite as enticing as usual.

I drop the pillow back to the bed and force myself to stand.

This is ridiculous.

Emmett made his move. He’s got her in a private fucking room at the Scarlet Lounge for God’s sake.

It’s about time I followed my brother’s lead and went after the girl. Even if it’s the same girl, and she has no idea I exist. And I’m an evil asshole who kills people for a living.

Yeah, okay. So maybe it sounds a little easier than it really is, but hey, I’ve never been a quitter, and I don’t intend to become one.

Emmett better be ready to share his girl, because soon he won’t have any choice in the matter.

CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

EMMETT

She’s pulling away from me.

It was obvious as soon as I rolled off her and pulled her into my arms while we caught our breath.

Maybe someone else would have missed the signs, as subtle as they were. But I’ve been following Waverly for years, and I know every single one of her tells.

She rolls away from me, tugging the sheet over herself to cover her naked body from my view, as if I haven’t just been staring at it for the last hour.

Her eyes look anywhere but at me. The wall. The bed. The toys across the room. And worst of all, the door. She’s waiting for her chance to run, and I’ll have to let her go.

Chasing her could cost me my membership at the club, and then how would I protect her? It would make it so easy for her to avoid me if I couldn’t get to her in her workplace and allow Kade a chance to swoop in and take her from me.

That may be the only positive of us being identical twins. She would probably think it was me pretending I had a twin to get close to her again.

“Waverly?” I say softly as I tug her back against my body. “Are you okay, love?”

“Yep.” She forces as much confidence into the word as she can muster, but there’s an edge of sadness she can’t hide from me.

“Want to try that again?” I rumble.

She’s silent for a moment, but she doesn’t reply. Instead, she pushes herself up and slips from the bed without a word. She finds her panties and bra without too much trouble, but her dress is under a pile of my clothes, meaning she has to spend a few moments looking for it. Her distraction gives me a chance to follow her across the room without her noticing.

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