Page 22 of Feeding Hope
His eyebrow arches as he notices the effect he’s having on me, and I need to turn this conversation around quickly before I become dinner.
“I want to learn how to cook for him.” That stops him, and he tilts his head in question.
“Just him?” Is he really fucking pouting?
“Don’t get jealous. It’s his special day, not yours. Besides, you get the benefits too.” He slaps the counter, then points at me.
“I’m so fucking sick of getting his sloppy seconds.” I grin and pull my sleep shirt off, dropping it to the floor.
I back away slowly in nothing but a lace thong, enjoying the predatory look he’s giving me.
“That ain’t what you said last night.” I lick my lips as I watch his eyes narrow.
“That’s it! Come here, you little brat.” He jumps over the counter, and I run.
But not too fast.
Chapter Two.
Warren
Ifinger the ring in my pocket as I watch my brother order our drinks at the bar. He and Jess are up to something.
But then again, so am I.
I pull out the box and place it on the table in front of him while he sets the drinks down. Dare’s eyebrow raises as he sits and takes the box in his hand.
“Awe shucks bro. You shouldn’t have.” I groan as I lift the whiskey to my lips and he flips the ring box open.
“Wow, even I would say yes to this. Christ Warren it’s beautiful.” He carefully pulls the three-carat pink marquise cut diamond solitaire out and lifts it to the light.
“I swear it gleamed the same pink her pussy does when she’s dripping our cum.” My dick hardens at the memory and Dare chuckles as he puts the ring back in the box before sliding it back to me.
“Romantic. So, what does this mean for our current lifestyle?” I nod, knowing he’d be worried about that.
“We both love her, but only one of us can marry her legally. If I do it, she’ll get all my benefits. Financially, it made sense. Regardless, she’ll carry our name, so I thought I’d make you a fair deal.” I lean in closer and look my twin in his eyes.
“I marry her. You knock her up.” Dare’s eyes flare with desire, and he swallows hard.
“You have a deal. But we both propose, and we make her a triad partner at Yearn.” I nod once and lean back, satisfied with the conversation.
“Now tell me what the little vixen is planning tonight.” Dare tries and fails to keep his face neutral.
“Not a fucking chance.” I laugh as he starts to fidget.
“Not even a hint?” I prod, but for once, Dare doesn’t cave under my watchful eye.
“Sure, here’s a hint. You’ll love it because it’s from Jess.” Fucker.
I shake my head as I sip my drink, and he glows with victory.
Laugh it up, bro.
“One day this will be you, and I’ll remember how you couldn’t throw me a fucking bone.” His laughter grows as my mood sours.
I hate nothing knowing which makes surprises unbearable. I’m sure it’s the military man in me. I must be prepared for all outcomes.
“Control freak.” Dare teases.
