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“It sounds stupid when I say it out loud, really, but I absorb people's bad luck. I’m done living a life where the world expects something of me, and I know if I continue to do that, I will continue to be tormented. Now go ahead and make your jokes, Connor,” she muttered, rubbing at her temple and poking at her food.
Connor tilted his head, and his face scrunched. My throat was dry, and I picked up my cup of water to gulp it down. We were forcing a woman into our lifestyle who, quite frankly, didn’t seem to like people at all. It made me wonder if she didn’t fear Connor and me because she already feared everyone’s bad luck equally.
The rest of the lunch—not brunch, like my brother tried to make me call it—was quiet, and we walked to the valet in the same way. The truck pulled to a stop, lurching forward because of the eager valet’s need to earn his tip. Connor turned and looked at Emily, grabbing her hand and pulling her close to him.
“If you absorbed bad luck, then you would be overwhelmed by mine already,” he rasped, rubbing his hand down her back before turning around to hop into the driver's seat.
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Sunset cast Connor’s penthouse overlooking the city in a golden glow, and I walked down the steps to see Emily in the black accent chair by the window. She didn’t move as she heard me approach, ignoring me as she gazed out the window. Her long brown curls were pulled forward, hiding her small frame. The couch creaked slightly as I leaned against it to stand behind her.
“This is my favorite time of day to sit here. The view is breathtaking,” she confessed, staring at the city. The warm colors danced on her skin, and I fought the urge to sweep my hand over her soft complexion.
“It sure is breathtaking,” I whispered in response, not taking my eyes off her.
We continued to sit in silence as she watched the city, and her soft scent helped expunge the stress of my hard day. I was closer to gaining her trust for the next step in the process. My guess would be that it would take another month for her to be fully trained. I stifled my exasperated sigh, and my chest and throat tightened.
“Let’s watch television and play spin the bottle.” Connor laughed, coming out of the office.
Emily’s shoulders bounced, and she broke her tranquility to look back at Connor, smiling brightly.
“Let me guess. I’ll be forced to kiss you if the bottle points at you?” she sassed.
Connor’s face brightened with an expression of mock shock.
“Force? Me? Never,” he joked, wiggling his eyebrows, as he walked to the fridge. He pulled out a Pacifico and chugged it down in one breath. “Okay, no to spin the bottle. I’m kinky, but I’m going to pass on kissing my twin,” he announced, tossing the empty glass in the trash.
“Good call,” I muttered, quirking my eyebrow up and forcing myself to look away from Emily.
Connor grabbed his phone out of his pocket and turned on some music. Machine Gun Kelly’s “I think I’m OKAY” started playing over the speakers.
“I have been meaning to ask you something about that,” Emily added, fidgeting.
Connor lifted his brows, walking toward her. She looked at me, nibbling her lip, which made me shift my stance. Her stare had traces of a vixen, and she wanted to drag me into her den.
“You said you used to be with girls together in high school. How does that work?” she asked sheepishly.
My brows shot up, and I looked at Connor, telling him with just a glance that I wanted to mess with her. His eyes flickered with darkness, and we were on the same page, just like that.
“How do you think it would work?” Connor rasped, leaning against the floor-to-ceiling window.
She tilted her head to the side and pursed her lips. My cock twitched at her unashamedly picturing me and Connor fucking another woman together. She straightened her shoulders and looked confidently between us.
“Do you stand in a line and take turns?” she quipped, a twinkle in her eyes.
“This ain’t a gang bang,” Connor retorted, folding his hands over his chest.
The idea of filling her with our cum buzzed in my head, and I struggled to not fall to my knees and pull Connor’s sweats off her. We’d ordered her pajamas, but she still chose to swim in his oversized sweats.
“Fine. Patiently wait your turn?” She shrugged, her face turning a light shade of red.
I mimicked my brother and folded my arms over my chest. Her eyes bounced back and forth between us, and her thighs squeezed together. This vixen was going to ensnare herself, and by the way she shifted, I knew she wanted just that.
“Why do you think we would wait for our turn?” I stepped forward to lean against the panel of glass closer to her. I leaned over, pressing my palms against the chair's arm.
“This ain’t a drive-thru either.” Connor smirked, wrapping his foot around the chair’s leg.
“Fine. Do you let your dicks touch?” Penny raised her brows and looked anywhere but at us.
