Page 73 of For Your Heart
When I look up at Damon, I’m surprised to see his brows knit together and him chewing on his lip. My heart races. Is he upset about something? Does he not like the way my dick fits in this trap? Did I do something to make him uncomfortable? My palms become sweaty as I stare.
“Damon?” I ask.
He glances my way and flashes me a quick smile before looking at the road again. “Yeah?”
“Are you okay?”
Damon huffs quietly, a smile touching his lips. “I’m a little nervous.”
That makes my stomach drop. “That he’s not going to like me?” My entire body tenses and tears spring to my eyes.
“Jesus, Sage,” he murmurs and takes my hand. More than that, he pulls over and puts the flashers on before pulling my face to him. “Stop thinking you’re not good enough, my sweet Najee. You’re way more than good enough. You’re epically amazing. You are beautiful and kind and so innocent; I want nothing more than to wrap you up and protect you from this cruel world.”
My heart skips as I swallow the lump in my throat. “Why are you nervous, then?”
He kisses me. It’s soft and filled with something warm. I feel it pour into me and I sag into him a little. “I’m concerned with how you’re going to feel about my brother and I together. That’s all.”
“You really think I’m not going to like it?” I ask.
Damon doesn’t answer as he presses kisses to my jaw and down my neck. “I don’t know,” he admits. “Like I said, I’ve never introduced anyone to my brother. To our hookups, we’ve remained relatively anonymous—the Whitaker twins. Nothing, no one, has ever been granted a name, never mind shared personal time with us.”
“Except Simon,” I say.
He chuckles. “Najee, Simon is an entirely different entity that we’ll really talk about when we decide it’s time to get together. All right?”
My heart hammers in my chest. Sure, I know all about their friendship. Damon’s told me a lot. I’m not opposed to it. I think it would be really awesome to have had a friend that close while growing up. Someone to share everything with. All my secrets and fears. To have my back and support me. Someone that I can protect and love and cuddle with whenever I need it.
Heck knows I needed it a lot growing up. I never had any of that. I never had anyone like that until I met Jordan when I was older.
Damon’s told me how physically close they are. I’d like to say that I’m not overly bothered by it. He assures me that while it looks physical, it’s not. It’s emotional. Their friendship is deep. They have always expressed it the way they did because Simon lost his parents and the twins didn’t want him to turn angry and bitter from being touch-starved. Feeling unloved. Unwanted.
If I had friends like that, I’d never let them go.
But yeah, I’m a little nervous to seethatin person. But how bad could this thing be with his brother? I’m really not understanding the concern.
“Yes,” I say.
I hate that he lets me go again to pull back into traffic. Thankfully, it isn’t long until we arrive at our destination.
After turning off the car, Damon kisses me softly again and I sigh into it. He could kiss me all day. With a smile, he climbs out of the car and I take a few deep breaths before he gets to my side. I learned last time we drove somewhere together that he doesn’t like it when I open my own door. It makes my heart flutter every time he opens it for me.
Damon pulls me to his chest, but then his hand drops and cups my caged cock. I grunt, feeling the stirring of arousal pool low. My dick swells in the cage and I nearly whine.
“Fuck, it’s so hot knowing you’re trapped inside this thing for me,” he murmurs against my ear. “So. Fucking. Hot.” He rubs his semi against my thigh. “See what you do to me?”
I moan quietly, gripping his shirt tightly. “Please don’t make me hard,” I whimper. “My dick hurts already.”
His low chuckle is a darkness that sweeps over my body and makes me shiver. Damon kisses my lips and then twists our fingers together. “Come on, Najee. Let’s go meet my brother. Remember what I’m wearing, Sage.”
I take a close look at his shirt and pants as we make our way across the parking lot. While I knew that Damon has an identical twin, I wasn’t expecting an image of his exact copy. There’s no mistaking who I’m looking at when I see the man waiting at the door.
He’s exactly Damon. I squeeze Damon’s hand, just to know he’s there and hasn’t miraculously crossed the lot to plant himself in front of me. He’s more than identical. I swear, there needs to be a stronger word. They’re exactly the same. Right down to the shirt he’s wearing.
I stare, probably rudely, for a long time. I even recognize the amused smirk that ticks up the other man’s face. Holy heck, in a handbasket, I’m in trouble. I’m not going to be able to let go of Damon’s hand all night, or I’m going to get them confused.
“Do you always dress alike?”
The question reminds me that there’s another man there. I tear my eyes from Declan to look at him. He’s… cute as fudge! Several inches shorter than Declan, with dark blond hair that’s styled on top of his head and shaved sides. He’s wearing a very low cut shirt that shows his smooth chest and a string of pearls around his neck. Black-rimmed glasses frame his deep chocolate eyes. There’s the brush of stubble along his jaw that only hints at growth.
