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  “Yes, I want to spend the night with you,” she answered, voice still low, probably for the sake of privacy even though the place was practically empty. “Both of you,” she added, and it sounded like a question.

  “Hell, yes.”

  We spoke at the same time, but she didn’t even seem surprised. I thought she might have been amused.

  Her mouth parted as she took a deep breath, and my mind got distracted again.

  “But we need to be discreet about the whole thing. This town isn’t that big, and it doesn’t seem to have changed much in the past eight years.”

  I doubted it, which was the only reason I was still across from her and not reaching out no matter how much I wanted to. If anyone saw us all stumbling together into a hotel room, there would be talk, and it would spread.

  My brother and I didn’t make the habit of sharing women. Even though we were twins, we both had very different tastes in women. Emma was pretty much the only girl we both found ourselves interested in. I didn’t particularly care what people said, as we’d both be gone very soon anyway, but it could cause problems for Emma if word made it to her strict mother.

  One of us would have to go with her. She’d never be allowed past the lobby otherwise. Carl and I shared another look, on the same wavelength as we usually were. Then we turned back to her and Carl opened his mouth to talk.

  “I can go to the hotel with Abe,” she rushed out before he could speak, and he snapped his mouth shut.

  She was still giving us that coy, under-her-lashes look, and I had a feeling we’d both be okay with whatever she wanted so long as she kept looking at us like that.

  “I’ll go to the hotel alone with Abe, and Carl can join us later.”

  Emma bit her lip again, then made herself stop and raised her head so we could see her properly. She was trying to look like she wasn’t bothered, but her cheeks were still pink and her eyes were worried. Did she still think we were joking, and she was waiting for the punch line?

  Carl reached across the table. I thought he was going to touch her, he must have been dying to just like I was, but instead he took her beer bottle. It was still maybe half full, and she had her eyes on his as he brought it carefully to his mouth, taking a mouthful and swallowing it down. He might have licked the rim of the bottle, I didn’t look away from her to check, but he did something that made her turn just a little pinker and the breath stutter in her throat.

  “I’ll pay for your drink.”

  I stood up and slid out of the booth, then waited. Emma’s eyes tracked my movement from her periphery, and she looked up at me for a moment before doing the same. Even without a word to my brother, I knew he was okay with the plan, or he would have tried to argue. He might be annoyed that I got to be alone with her first, and I wanted to gloat, but I couldn’t take my eyes off her.

  She took her coat and purse from the seat beside her, pulling the coat on and throwing the strap of her purse over her shoulder. She met my eyes for a second, before ducking her head again and walking forward. I followed right beside her.

  Out in the cold, I tucked both hands inside my jacket, though what I really wanted was to wrap one of my arms around her shoulders and hold her body close. Even with the coat, she had her arms wrapped around herself and I thought she was trembling slightly. Was it from the cold?

  Or was she excited?

  “Emma?”

  She looked up at me, and for a second I forgot why I said her name. I wanted to find the nearest horizontal surface so I could push her into it and kiss her. More than almost anything, I wanted to kiss her; her mouth looked like it was made for it. A little wide for her face, pink and plump lips. She had a habit of biting her bottom lip that went way back, and when she stopped, her lower lip would be slightly puffed, a darker shade of pink, almost red.

  I wondered whether her mouth would turn red if it was bruised from kisses. The breath shuddered in my chest, coming out of me in a gust.

  She made an inquisitive sound that brought me back to myself. I frowned a little at how out of control I was. I hadn’t been like that since my high school days, and even then, it hadn’t been this bad. Unlike my brother, I had some control. Enough to wait for privacy before starting anything.

  I realized as I fisted my hands in my pockets, that Emma just really got to me.

  So, I asked her, one more time: “Are you sure?”

  It was her last chance to back out. Libreville was small enough that you could pretty much walk everywhere unless you were lazy. The hotel was maybe five minutes from the bar, ten if you were taking a leisurely stroll, but we would get there quickly. I had a feeling I’d want to jump her as soon as we got there, and I wanted her to be positive this was what she wanted, or I was going to be truly disappointed.

  She surprised me again, at the same time lighting me up with her response:

  “I have never been surer of anything in my life.”

  Chapter Five

  Emma

  What the hell am I doing?

  After my bold declaration, merely a moment ago, I felt like I would shake right out of my four-inch heels. I’d never been to the hotel, there wasn’t really much reason why I would go there. Even though prom was held there, I skipped out on it that night, so not even then. I could see it up ahead from a distance, and my heart wanted to beat out of my chest.

  I was scared and excited at the same time. The idea of having two men on the same night thrilled me like nothing ever had, even though I’d previously thought of myself as someone into plain vanilla sex. It wasn’t just vanilla when there were more than two, right? I didn’t even know, but I wanted it badly, now that I knew I could have it.

  A touch on my hand made me start, and turn to the man to my left. He was touching my right hand from where it was hidden with my arms crossed over my chest. My breath caught in my throat, because if he shifted his fingers just a bit higher, he would be touching the side of my breast.

  I looked up to see the hotel was nearby. It was less than a minute away, and I slowed. Abe didn’t say anything, just stopped with me. He wouldn’t push, wouldn’t try to talk me into anything if he thought I was having second thoughts, not like Carl might have. It only made my decision firmer, though there had been no option for me refusing before.

  I unwrapped my arms and reached into my purse for my phone. I called my mom and waited for her to pick up.

  “Hello?”

  “Mom? It’s me. I just wanted to let you know I’m going to crash at a friend’s so don’t wait up.”

  I waited for her to answer. If I expected anything, I would have been disappointed.

  “If you come in early tomorrow, be quiet about it. I like to sleep in on Saturdays.” She didn’t sound bothered at all.

  I sighed. “Of course, Mom.”

  She hung up before I finished talking. I pulled the phone from my ear and just stared at it. Why did I come home, let alone call her in the first place? She didn’t care. She hadn’t for a long time, and she wasn’t going to change just out of nowhere.

  I put the phone back in my purse, not sure how I felt. It should probably have made me sad, or even mad that she treated me that way. It wasn’t a surprise, though. More than anything, I was used to it. That was the sad thing.

  I jumped when something touched my hand again. I’d all but forgotten I wasn’t alone, and I looked up at Abe as his hand wrapped around mine, his thumb rubbing at my wrist, right on the pulse. It calmed me down almost instantly, though I didn’t remember tensing up.

  “Let’s go.”

  It was framed as a question, his head tilting in the way of the hotel. There was zero chance of me pulling out, at this point. Especially after that call. Mom liked to make me feel crummy, though I wasn’t sure if she liked it or she just didn’t have anything better or nicer to say.

  Still, I hated feeling crummy just because of her. I wouldn’t let her attitude ruin tonight for me.

  I squeezed his hand and walked forward. He did the same, no
question. That part left me relieved. I hadn’t spoken to anyone about my mom, I wasn’t sure who I could anyway. Any questions involving her would just turn the atmosphere awkward.

  He opened the door and held it open for me, releasing my hand to wrap his arm around my shoulder. We passed the lobby on the way to the elevators. He waved at the guy sitting behind the reception desk.

  Although I told myself not to, I looked up at him. It was pretty much the same guy that had been here years before, if he’d have been replaced, I would have heard of it. Abe waved at him as we walked by, and he waved back. He looked at me curiously, and I wondered if he recognized me.

  Probably not. A lot of people didn’t seem to remember me, or maybe I’d just changed a lot.

  The hotel was pretty big, for all Libreville was small town suburbia. It even did a lot of good business, though I didn’t think they were ever full at any point. It was big enough for an elevator, and when we got inside, Abe hit the button for the fifth floor.

  It got awkward for a second. We stood there, silently, as the car started to move slowly up. Neither one of us was much for talking, and I didn’t know what to say anyway. I fidgeted, moved from one foot to the other. I glanced at him and quickly looked away as my cheeks warmed. He was back to just holding my hand, or I would have been too frozen in anxiety to even move.

  But even in all that, my body could only grow hotter, tightening.

  The ride seemed to take too long, but eventually, it stopped and the door opened on our floor. He tugged me out behind him and down the hall, over to a door. He took out his keycard, slid it in the scanner on the door, and pushed the door open.

  He released my hand once I was inside like he’d been holding me so I wouldn’t run, and now that he was sure I didn’t have anywhere to run to, he didn’t mind letting me go. The thought should probably have worried me, but I only felt more excited.

  I looked around the room without really seeing it as I heard the door snap closed behind us. I knew he was behind me, but I still jumped when he touched my shoulders.

  “May I take your coat?”

  So polite.

  It didn’t curb the anxiety, but I shrugged the coat off my shoulders, sliding my purse down my arm, holding onto it as I slipped one arm out, then switching to pull off the other sleeve. I turned to see him fold it over a couch, before turning back to me, taking my hand again.

  I bit my lip, taking a breath through my nose.

  You already agreed. You’re not backing out. At least act like you want it or they’ll take the chance away from you.

  “I’ve never done this before, so,” I said, nervous. “It better be good.”

  I was joking, but his face was entirely serious as he pulled me closer with the hand holding onto mine.

  “This will be a night you will never forget.”

  He said it in all seriousness, but I thought he was just full of himself. But I wasn’t going to tell him that, because I loved the attention I was getting from him. It had been a while since I’d last been with a man. Life was too hectic, especially lately, and I didn’t get to go out much.

  I went with it, as he tugged me closer until we weren’t quite touching, but if I swayed forward just a bit, we would be. Then he released my hand, and both of his were running up my arms, from my wrists. I shivered from the light touch. Then his hands slid up to the sides of my neck and higher until he held my face in between his hands. He leaned forward, slowly, and I let my eyes fall closed, waiting for him to kiss me.

  It was just a simple peck, at first. I was almost disappointed, thinking that was all it would be, when he did it again, pressing harder. His mouth moving along mine, encouraging me to move with him, and we were kissing, nice and slow. Abe licked my lips, carefully, then, as I parted them, tentatively licked into my mouth, exploring lightly with his tongue. And he made love to my mouth, so thoroughly I tried to follow him as he pulled back, going on tiptoe, even though I knew I needed to breathe. But air seemed like such an unnecessary thing compared to this.

  I opened my eyes, and we were pressed together, my heaving chest mashed up against his, arms wrapped tight around his neck, even though his hands still held my face gently. I was panting for breath, and I noticed with some pride that he wasn’t unaffected, either.

  So maybe he wasn’t just talk. My body tightened at the thought. He hadn’t done more than kiss me, but already I knew it wasn’t something I would be likely to forget. Carl wasn’t even here yet.

  My body shuddered on a breath before he leaned down and claimed my lips again, and I sank into it with a moan.

  Chapter Six

  Abe

  I led Emma into the hotel room, took her coat from her and set it aside.

  I wanted her to relax; maybe I could offer her a drink, even if it was just water. She’d been nervous outside, but it disappeared when she made that call that just left her looking a little haunted. The nervousness came back as we walked inside the building, went up the elevator. Hell, she jumped when I went to take her coat.

  Admittedly, I didn’t have to touch her to do that. I wanted to. Then she made that quip, trying to pretend confidence again, and I couldn’t not touch her; couldn’t not kiss her any way I had.

  Then when I pulled back from the first kiss, only to feel her breasts pushing up against my chest with every breath she took, saw her lips full and red, puffed up from my kiss even though I had been careful, I couldn’t help but kiss her some more.

  After that, I made myself pull back again, releasing her.

  Don’t scare her off. She was still a little nervous, and I wanted her to be completely relaxed. Well, not completely, but I didn’t want her shying away. We weren’t high school kids anymore, but I didn’t want to take the chance.

  Besides, I needed to calm down a bit, too. Think.

  Carl would assuredly be coming after us, it wouldn’t take him too long. He wasn’t the patient type, after all.

  I had never shared a girl with my brother before. I’d never desired to do so until now. Our tastes were usually too different for something like that to even come up. I’d seen him naked plenty of times, still did; all I’d have to do was look in a mirror anyway since we were almost entirely identical. We didn’t sleep with girls in the same room, though. If it was a hotel and we only had the one room booked, one of us went out elsewhere.

  It would have been too strange, just the thought of sharing the same room with my brother while either one of us got it on with a woman.

  Emma Davis would be worth it, though. All we’d done was kiss so far, and it was all I needed to know that it would be an unforgettable night for all of us.

  But before I overwhelmed her, I made myself take a couple of steps back. It took a lot of will to step away from her when she looked that good, chest still heaving, eyes a little wide and dazed, her puffy lips parted, cheeks flushed. And that was all just from a few tame kisses. I wondered what she would look like if I went at her with full force. I wanted to find out, and that was how I got the strength to pull back so I could get control of myself.

  “You never said why you were in town,” she said, voice breathless.

  She was letting me back down, trying to help cool the atmosphere. Most girls would push, in a situation like that, and I wanted to kiss her again that she didn’t.

  “I’m in town because of my dad. We both are.”

  We didn’t visit often since we’d left. We were busy, dad had his own life now, and there was always the glory of modern tech. Emails, texts and phone calls, Skype; we communicated just fine without us physically having to be home.

  But he’d specifically called us out this time. We made it back since we didn’t have anything on our schedule.

  Carl hadn’t wanted to come. Not after I’d told him we’d be staying for a few days. He usually put up with trips back home when it was just a stop; we’d drop in the early morning, be gone by the time it was dark. But I put my foot down and told him to grow up.

  I ki
nda regretted forcing the issue. Whatever dad had called us out for, I knew I wasn’t going to like it.

  That regret flew out the window the second I caught sight of Emma in that bar.

  “It might be the last time I visit.” I didn’t mean for that to come out, a frown crossing my face, but Emma looked curious. I sighed, ran a hand through my hair, and decided it didn’t matter if she knew. “He keeps running out of money. We didn’t mind providing for him, the man did raise us after our mother walked out on us. He could have decided we weren’t his problem and handed us over to someone else. But when I ask where the cash keeps disappearing to, he won’t say a damn thing.”

  She smiled, but it wasn’t a happy one.

  “I know the feeling.” She rolled her eyes. “My mom is always on my back, getting on my case over the littlest thing. It’s like I’ll never be good enough, even now, and I’m so veryclose to becoming a licensed medical practitioner. Being a doctor is all I’ve ever wanted but to her… I don’t know. Not that she doesn’t care, that might be better. It’s like she resents me for it. She actually thinks I’m a snob because I’m going to be a qualified doctor.”

  I didn’t even blink when she said she was close to becoming a doctor. I was impressed, but I wasn’t surprised. Emma had always been smart.

  There was something wrong with her mother if the woman didn’t appreciate that.

  I didn’t like seeing that look on her face, either; the same one she had on outside. Not quite sad, but looking a little tired, haunted. So, I stepped forward and gave her a quick peck. She blinked at me, but she didn’t resist when I wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her closer to me again. I brushed the hair back from her face, tucking it behind her ear, took her chin in my hand to tilt her chin slightly up and kissed her.

  I kept it slow, soft; a slow burn instead of a flash fire. When she was relaxed into it, then and only then did I lick at the seam of her lips, asking her to part them. I felt warmth in my chest as she did, grabbing a fistful of her hair, at the back of her head, and holding her still as I tasted her thoroughly. I wasn’t quite as careful as the first time, and as her body melted into mine, I thrust my hips lazily against her abdomen, letting her feel my erection. She moaned, her hands on my shoulders tightening briefly then wrapping around my neck, carding her fingers through my hair.