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He crossed his arms under his chest, staring out at the dance floor.
I followed his gaze, finding the reason for the sudden change in his mood front and center on the stage.
Red was moving her body to the music. She swung from the pole, did tricks and moves most would kill for. Though she was beautiful, she never did it for me. Not that I was opposed to strippers or anyone for that matter, the attraction just wasn’t there. She never even looked at me anyway. Her eyes had only ever been on my brother. Like they were now. I saw a smirk spread on her face as her eyes locked with Sammy’s while she danced. When she was done, she blew him a kiss and quickly left the stage.
Glancing back at him, I saw his shoulders slump like he was relieved no one was watching her anymore.
“You two have a history?” I asked, even though I knew he wouldn’t tell me. We were close. Hell, we were twins. We were identical but now that we were older, you could easily tell us apart. I became bigger and he became moodier.
“Not yet we don’t,” he mumbled.
“But you want something. From her.” I wasn’t one to pry but if it distracted me from my own shit or lack thereof, I was down for it.
“I want to beat her ass for dancing like that on stage and choke her until she knows who she belongs to.” Sammy’s eyes snapped to mine. “Does that answer your question?”
I sometimes questioned my bother’s sexual exploits but if it was consensual between him and his partner, who was I to judge?
“Just make sure you have a damn safeword,” I warned.
“I know that,” he said, signalling the waitress.
“Hey guys,” the waitress, Kelly, greeted, coming up to our table. “The girls were just asking about you. You going to play nice tonight, Sammy?”
“I always play nice if they give me what I want,” he said, letting his eyes roam down the length of her.
“Well...” She hesitated, probably knowing that there was no point in arguing with him because truth was, my brother was sick in the head. “I’ll get you your beer.” She spun on her heel before either of us could respond, and headed to the bar.
“Why do you have to scare the girls?” I asked, wondering about him sometimes.
He only shrugged.
I loved him but sometimes I worried he would be alone forever, and that no woman would be able to handle his level of kink. Whatever kink that may be. We were close. More than brothers. We were best friends. But when it came to sex, that shit was private. I had heard about twins sharing women but that had never been our thing. I was a selfish guy. When I had a woman, I wanted her to focus solely on me and no one else. Sammy was the same. He had women, several women in fact, offering him up threesomes and more, but he never went for it.
Ever since Red started working atRougemonths ago, I actually hadn’t seen my brother with anyone. He used to take them home, but that hadn’t happened in quite a while. Maybe she was the reason for his change in mood.
“I haven’t been to the club in a while,” he muttered, voicing his thoughts out loud.
“Neither have I.” There was no reason to either when I didn’t have someone to go with me.
Sammy and I were members of a BDSM club called The Rope. No one knew of our lifestyle. Hell, even the women we had been with outside of the club, didn’t know. Both of us had one goal in mind when we explored our kink; that was to get a submissive. But it hadn’t happened yet, so our visits to The Rope were few and far between.
“You heading to The Dove Project tomorrow?” Sammy asked, changing the subject.
“Yeah. Greyson thought it would be a good idea for us to help. Jaron liked the idea, so he’ll be there too.” We had been on edge lately. After almost losing Jaron Mercer, the newest president of the Hell’s Harlem MC, we needed something to take away the stress. Most of us either drank or fucked it out. A few of the guys had an old lady to go home to, so I was sure that helped them deal. But Jaron’s father knew that a lot of us were still single, so he was trying anything to help us work through the stress.
I would give my left arm to be able to go home to a woman. Someone who greeted me at the door with a smile on her face. I imagined that she would kiss me, and I would take it further than that. It had been so long since I had a woman beneath me.
“Cyrus?”
I jumped, finding Sammy staring back at me. “What were you saying?” I asked as Kelly brought us a pitcher of beer.
He tilted his head, eyes that mirrored my own, bore into me. “Daydreaming?” Sam added once we were alone.
I sighed and looked out at the large room. The dancers mingled with customers. Waitresses served drinks and food.
The owner, Candace, was there tonight and she barked orders at her staff while her husband, Ronny, worked on the books in the back.
“I need something,” I heard myself say.
