Page 51 of Salute, To Bravery
I nod, and we move to the edges of the drapes.
War shifts us so we aren’t blocking anyone else’s view and places his hands on my hips. His fingers rub up and down, and I can’t stop the full-body shiver.
His chin hits my shoulder, and I feel his hot breath on my neck as he whispers in my ear. “What are you wearing under this dress?”
Oh my God.
He knows.
Before I can answer, a moan comes from the man pressed up against the wall. His partner has his dick out for all to see and is stroking him slowly.
“I’ve always wondered what it would be like to be pinned between two strong men.” My eyes go wide when I realize I confessed that out loud.
My hand flies up to my mouth in horror.
“Is that something you might want to try?” War’s grasp on my hips has tightened.
He doesn’t sound jealous or even offended, which emboldens me to answer truthfully.
“It’s my biggest fantasy, so yes.” I turn my face towards him, not expecting his face to be so close.
Our lips are millimeters apart. If I licked mine, I’d wet his, and boy, are mine dry right now.
“Jess, is it something you’d be willing to explore tonight?”
I nod, and my bottom lip catches on his top one.
The kiss starts slow and grows wild in seconds. When War finally pulls away, he has a look in his eyes I’ve never seen before. He takes my hand and pulls me back towards the front of the club.
I frown, thinking our night here is over, but as soon as we are out in the quiet of the welcome hall, he turns to me and smiles.
“Jess, have I ever told you I have a twin?”
No fucking way.
Chapter Eight.
Warren
“Twin?” Jess shakes her head in confusion as I glance behind her and nod at the mirror, knowing Dare will get what I mean.
The door opens, and I clasp Jess’s shoulders and squeeze lightly before turning her.
“What the fuck.” She stumbles out of my hold and swivels her body between us, not believing her eyes.
“Easy, Jess,” Dare says, holding up his hands as he approaches her.
“You’re identical.” She points at our faces, and I stifle a chuckle.
“So we’ve been told.” I reach for her hand, missing the feeling of her skin against mine.
To my relief, she doesn’t reject my touch.
“But, how do people tell you apart?” She runs her eyes up and down before us, trying to find anything that will help with that task.
“Well, up until today, his uniform.” Dare grins at me.
“It was really difficult when we were younger. But if you look really closely, Dare has a scar through his left eyebrow.”
