Eyeing the heels in front of me, I sigh. Fuck! Why did I agree to this shit? I manage to get my big ass feet into the stilettos with minimal wobbling. Who knew they even made heels this big? After a few steps, I find I’m surprisingly good at this, adding a little sashay, swinging by hips, owning my strut.
“The fuck? You got something you want to tell me, bro?”
“What the hell are you talking about?”
“You’re awfully comfortable in those heels.”
“Maybe I just have better balance than you. Or maybe my center of gravity is lower.”
He just raises an eyebrow like he doesn’t believe a damn word coming out of my mouth. “Alright. Time to pay the piper.”
Walking out of Levi’s room, I strut down the long hallway, while Levi is forced to hug the wall and use it for support.
“Seriously, how are you so damn good in those things?”
“Maybe I’m just the all around better twin.”
“God, you’re such a dick.”
After the conversation with Fate and Knox this morning, we all parted ways. Everyone needed space to cool down and take a moment to assess what was happening to us. Fate looked devastated, and I wanted nothing more than to wrap her up in my arms and never let her go, but she said she needed to take a shower. My instinct was to follow her, make sure she’s okay and not let her out of my sight. It was a struggle, but I quickly reined that in, knowing that the last thing she needed was me smothering her.
The woman may not understand yet, but I’ll be here when she’s ready. Whether she needs someone to talk to or someone to hold her when she needs to be held. Or someone to fuck her when she needs to be fucked. Whatever it is, I’ll be here for her. Even when she does stupid shit and should know better. I’m supportive like that. My twin may be more grounded, the obvious choice to bring the warm and fuzzies, but I can prove I’m more than just the comedic relief. I’ve been in her shoes more times than I can count, so I know exactly how she’s feeling. That thought surprises me momentarily. I’ve never commiserated with anyone else, and I’m surprised to find it empowers me. Has me straightening my shoulders, determined to do right by my woman, including dressing up like a schoolgirl gone wrong.
Voices from the kitchen filter into the hall, and I glance back at my brother who is still struggling a ways behind me.
“Pick up the pace, wankstain. Let’s get this shit show over with.”
His response is a bunch of unintelligible mumbling.
Walking through the doorway, I notice Fate and Macklin sitting side by side at the dark wooden table in the center of the room that easily fits at least ten people. They each have mugs in their hands, their heads together as they talk softly. Knox is placing serving plates of fruit, salad, and a meat and cheese tray complete with rolls and condiments onto the table, carefully avoiding getting too close to anyone. He’s probably worried about projecting emotions and turning all of us into the equivalent of hormonal teens. Cole is at the counter, pouring a cup of coffee with a scowl on his face. The dude needs a new default facial expression, that’s for damn sure.
The kitchen is bright and surprisingly welcoming, with a mix of sparkling white cabinets and warm brown accents mixed in. Fate had the Gateway change a few things, calling it modern farmhouse. Whatever the fuck that means.
My woman brings the mug to her lips, taking a sip just as her face turns toward Levi and me. She immediately spews coffee all over the table, making Mack almost topple backward in his chair to avoid the spray. Gasping, she brings the back of her hand up to wipe away the mess from her face before her bright eyes land on us again.
Her laughter immediately causes my heart to pound, and I realize I would do this every day if it meant hearing her laugh like that.
Damn. She’s fucking gorgeous.
“What the fuck are you two doing?” she asks, her smile too wide for her face.
“Making good on our bet,” Levi responds as he shuffles up next to me.
She spares a glance at Macklin, the fucker sitting there with a smug ass grin. “You’re an evil genius, sexy nerd. I love it!”
He doesn’t even respond, just takes another sip of his coffee.
“Where did you even get clothes that would fit?” she asks, studying every inch of us. “Damn. Heels too? You guys take your bets seriously.”
“Ask him how the fuck he walks so well in his,” my twin taunts, playfully glaring at me from my side.
“I mean, he has a good point, babe. You strutted in here like you were owning the runway.”
“My talents are multifaceted.”
Knox snorts.
Cole just raises an eyebrow and says, “You two look like jackasses.”
“I don’t know,” Fate says, eyeing us up and down again. “They’re pretty hot.” Her wink sets Macklin off, and they both start laughing.
“Fuck. I need to sit down.” Levi makes his way to the table, shoving his bulk into one of the chairs in front of them as Knox drops a towel down. Fate grabs it and wipes up her mess, but she can’t stop sneaking glances at us. Each time, her smile grows until she’s biting that plush lower lip.
“Woman, you need to stop doing that, or I can’t be held responsible for my actions,” I groan, sitting next to my twin.
Her eyes sparkle with mischief as she leans forward, her tits pushing together until they damn near pop out over the top of her black tank top. “Stop doing what, doll?”
Resting my forearms on the table, the sides of the red wig fall forward. Our eyes are locked, and for a moment, I can almost forget that there are four other people in the room, watching our interaction.
“Do you have any idea what you do to me, babe?” I growl, my eyes dipping to her cleavage as one of her slender fingers runs along the valley of her tits. Thoughts of sliding my dick between those luscious globes damn near short circuit my brain.
“You want to stick your dick where?” Cole nearly growls.
“Ignore him as he malfunctions.” Her grin grows as her focus stays on me. She simpers, “What do I do to you, Thad?”
Her voice is a mere whisper, but the sound of my name leaving her lips instantly has me rock hard. Before I can respond, a shout echoes through the room.
“What’s up, bitches?” Reggie pops into the seat at the far end with Rylan standing by her side. She quickly takes in those of us at the table, her gaze doing a double take when it lands on the hotness that is my twin and me.
“This is a new look for you boys. I kind of dig it.”
“We’re hot, right?” I say, grinning.
“Soooo hot!” Reggie fans herself. “But for real, what is this all about?” she asks, waving her hand up and down in our direction.
“Lost a bet,” Levi answered.
“You two will never learn.”
Both of us turn to her. “We did this often?”
“Oh, definitely. Usually against Mack, but occasionally Knox too.”
“Huh. Guess things never change, eh, bro?” I say, smacking him on the shoulder.
Knox chuckles. “Yeah, apparently you’re dumbasses in both lives.”
I cut an evil glare in his direction, but he just smirks back at me. It's been a long time since our banter was anything but that - banter. We've played around, sure, but we've rarely come to real blows. That hiatus might be about to change.