Page 33 of For Your Heart
The first visit to Stripes wasn’t exactly a disaster, but we didn’t know what we were demanding. We got home frustrated and asked Simon for a shower. He kind of rolled his eyes as if he was irritated that we were even asking.
It wasn’t the shower we were asking for, but even that he knew. He just didn’t care. Our positions were reversed this time. Declan had Simon’s arms wrapped around him as I went to my knees before him. Our eyes locked. It was a fucking whirlwind fuck storm in our collective mind.
His hand landed in my hair as he sprayed my face, and I came with a yelp at the surprising pleasure it brought me.
Declan groans again and pinches me. “Fuck, Damon. Stop.”
I take a breath and roll further into him, burying my face in his neck and pinning him beneath me. He laughs. “You’re not tying me up.”
Grinning, I kiss him lightly. “Love you, brother.”
His arms wrap around me instead of trying to hold me off him. Not really trying. I’d move if he didn’t want me there or was uncomfortable.
“I’m not uncomfortable,” he says quietly, once again completely in sync with my thoughts. “Maybe I should be, but whatever. Love you, twin.”
I smile a little and let my hard dick throb all it wants against his hip. Fucker won’t let me be. Miserable and missing Simon, my dick still demands attention. Part of me wants it to be Simon. I’m surprised when another part sees Sage instead.
We doze for a while longer, sharing dreams about nothing at all. I know we’re sharing them because there’s a strange echo in the dream when we’re together. It’s different than when one of us is asleep and dreaming while the other is awake and doesn’t have a choice but to experience it too. The echo isn’t of the dream happening twice, once over the other. It’s an echo of my presence there. Like my shadow has come alive.
We take separate showers in the morning so we can jerk off. I muse about how we sometimes shower separately now that Simon isn’t here between us. That’s just a “with Simon moment,” I guess. Declan looks at me when that thought skitters through my head and I shrug.
“I get off tying a man up to fuck him while he’s entirely helplessanddon’t let him come until I’m ready for him to. Leave me alone.”
Declan chuckles, shaking his head.
We hug at our cars, and I hold him in the parking space that’s between them, the one that belongs to Simon. Tangling my fingers in his hair, I squeeze him extra tight this morning. “I really do love you, Dec. You know that, right?”
“As long as you’re not thinking of me when you’re fucking someone tied up, I’m cool with that kind of love.”
I laugh quietly. “Nah. But it’d be cool if you were there. Watching. Or fucking someone else.”
He pauses, his head tilting to lean on mine. “Yeah. Fuck, what’s wrong with us? That’s what I fucking need right now!”
I can’t hug him tighter, but I try to. “Nothing, Declan. We’re a single person. We’re better together. That’s always how we’ve been. Nothing is wrong with us, twin.”
“I love you too,” he whispers and kisses my neck where his face is squished. “More than the air I breathe.”
“Mm,” I say.
As I drive away, I wonder if the complicated friendship with Simon isn’t the thing that would stand in my way of having a relationship. Maybe it’s the relationship between Declan and I that might be too… intimate for someone else to deal with.
Not that I want a relationship. So why does it even matter…?
* * *
The day isquiet at the gym. I’m standing with Carly behind the counter when a woman shows up at the outside door and knocks. Carly, the ever-cheery woman that she is, hits the intercom button. “You need to use your member tag, darling.”
She’s not here for a workout, though. She’s dressed in a pin-stripe business skirt suit with a shiny purse between her arm and ribs. There’s a chance that maybe she wants to sign up for a membership, but somehow, I don’t think that’s it.
I suppose she’s conventionally attractive. Her hair is bright blonde like the kind you get from a box but based on her skin tone and the shade of her eyebrows, I think it’s natural. She’s short, not quite five and a half feet, and slim. Curves? I tilt my head and glance at Carly. Not as much as Carly. I’m not sure where that puts her on the attractive scale though.
“I’m here to speak to my husband,” the woman says with a smile as she touches the intercom button. “Sage Rossi.”
Narrowing my eyes on her, I glance into the gym. I can just barely make out Sage in the other room, standing over a patron with a big smile as he instructs them on the proper way to use the machine.
“Oh,” Carly says. I glance her way to find that she’s no longer smiling. In fact, there’s a tension in her shoulders. “Will you get Rossi?” she asks me.
“Are you going to let his wife in?” I ask.
