Page 44 of Hard Rock Fling
In Damon's case, sometimes literally.
Ian pressed his lips to my ear. "Now, as much as I'd love to have those pretty lips on my cock, I've got a show to do, sweetness."
Arousal flooded my entire system. I wanted to drag him into the nearest storage closet and do exactly that — wrap my mouth around his thick length and consume him whole.
He moved from my throat, trailing fingers along my collarbone to the swell of my breasts. "Maybe I should wear leather and eyeliner all the time, if it gets you this worked up."
I squirmed, unable to look away from those burning eyes.
"Now you know how I feel when you walk around in those sexy little skirts of yours."
Ian's lips curved up at the corners. His eyes narrowed into a seductive gaze. That was when I knew. I knew I was in trouble.
This man had the power to break my heart, and I was practically ripping open my chest and offering it to him.
I was so going to regret this.
But I didn't have it in me to resist.
Chapter Sixteen
"Shattered glass."
"What?"
"Shattered glass," I repeated.
Ian and Damon had the same look of confusion on their faces. I fumbled with my sketches, switching the papers around to face them, so they could see what I meant.
"There's a type of material that appears to be shattered glass. It's pliable, so it can be used in clothing. Damon, you're the fighting. You're throwing things around. You're in a fury. You're breaking things. Your material will be dark, like obsidian, but it will glint in the spotlight. Ian, yours will be reflective. Like mirrors. The sex was so passionate. You slammed her up against the door. You broke the mirror on the wall. The mirrored glass will reflect everything, expose everything, because you're exposed to each other. Your hearts are raw and wide open."
I'd stood from my chair, both palms pressed flat on the table, arched forward to get in their faces. I leaned back, easing up on some of the intensity.
"There are tons of ways we can do this in videos and photoshoots, but the most important part is your physical appearance. I've got that figured out. I'm thinking of making you each a vest with the material. You can wear it over your normal clothing and take them off to switch places. And I know you love your wrist cuffs, so we can make new ones matching the vests."
The Twins stared at me, not speaking. Their eyes weren't hidden behind shades. Instead, the sunglasses were perched on top of their heads. The expressions on their face were identical, but unreadable. I tried not to wilt under those dual gazes.
"I mean, it's just an idea. We don't have to go with that."
"It's cool," Damon said after a moment.
"I love it," Ian added.
My heart lifted. "Awesome!" I hated that my voice sounded so squeaky. I lowered my tone. "That's great. I'm glad you like it." It had only taken me days to come up with the idea. "I'll start sourcing the material right away."
"How did you decide which one of us was which?" Ian asked.
"Does Damon seem like the angry, fighting type?" Damon continued. "Or do you like to imagine Ian having sex?" His eyes glimmered with amusement.
A flush threatened to consume my entire body. "I wasn't thinking about the sex, necessarily." I tried to quickly figure out how to explain my reasoning. "When I think about the two of you, Damon seems more brash. More likely to argue about things. More stubborn."
Damon narrowed his eyes at me. I swallowed hard, but continued.
"Ian, you're more… seductive, I guess. You're passionate, but in a different way. You'd grab onto your girl and kiss the breath out of her to stop the arguing."
Ian's eyes widened in surprise. He opened his mouth to speak.
"And how are you so sure it's Damon who's always arguing?" Damon asked. "It could be Ian you see acting like a pain in the ass all the time."
