Page 5 of Double the Fun

I goad Harper into saying yes too. If I can’t have him for anything else but a friend, I’ll take it. Something tells me just having Colm in my life would be awesome. Having him be anything more…magical. And I'm not sure if I believe in that kind of magic anymore.

Chapter Five

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Colm

I try to pretend I’m not as fucking nervous as I am. The last thing anyone needs is for me to get all high-strung like Cade. But, damn it, this is serious. I really want this. And the one thing to understand about me is when I really want something a different person -a different side of me- comes out. Cade is always brooding and demanding but when I'm that way…well, I can be much worse than my dear brother. Much worse.

I hold my breath until she opens the door for us and lets us in again. At least if I’m inside I have a chance to sweet talk my way into her letting me stay. And if that fails, I can just grab her up and handcuff her to the bed. If that isn’t serious, I'm not sure what is.

“Hi, we’re running a little late.” I drink her in. She doesn’t look like she needs to do another thing to make herself look any better. She must understand because she goes on, “Not me. Harper. She’s…not as…ready for tonight as I am.”

“No worries.” I’m pretty sure my brother would wait for hell to freeze over for her sister if he had to.

“Hey Harper, the boys are here. Get your ass out here.”

As soon as Harper comes out, she has her eyes on me and Harley. I wonder what she sees. Does she realize how I feel about her sister? I can totally see how my brother feels about her but that might be because he’s my twin. There are lots of things I can tell about Cade right now. Like the fact he is knocked speechless when he sees her.

“Wow, you look,” I make up for Cade being tongue-tied, “ready to party.”

She turns pink and offers me a small smile before apologizing for keeping us waiting. She might be telling the room but her eyes are only for my brother.

“No worries, sis.”

I hustle the women out of the apartment, so they don’t have too much time to unpack what I mean when I call Harper sis. She’s going to be doubly my sister -she’s going to be my sister-in-law when her and Cade marry and my…well, sister by marriage when I marry her sister. And a marriage will be happening.

Once we’re at our club, I hit the dance floor with my girl. This feels like heaven to me. Being able to have this woman with me in what I consider my world is almost like a dream. As she brushes up against me, I change that thought from dream to wet dream because DAMN. Harley knows how to shake her hips. She gives me a flirty grin as she works that hot little body on the dance floor like no one else is in the fucking room.

If I wasn’t in love before now, I would be after watching her dance. After I take her back to the table for a drink she dances away with her sister and I can understand why men would be all up in their business. Even Harper has a natural grace that screams fun and sexy. When the two of them start laughing and hugging it’s like teenage wet dream material, spank bank filler.

Neither girl is dressed overtly provocatively. Harper’s in a little skirt and Harley is in skin-tight pants. There are hundreds of other girls in nothing but a bra and shorts that go way too high to be actual shorts - not that I’m judging, but if they look like panties call them panties. It’s not what they are wearing. These girls would be sexy in formless sacks. It’s an innate sensuality that comes out in everything they do. And what makes it even hotter is the fact neither of them know about it. It’s a complete mystery to them why men all stop and stare and try to get in on the action.

I look over and spot Cade all but drooling while he watches the hypnotic sway of Harper’s hips while I have my eyes all over the rhythmic dance of Harley’s breasts in that stringy little top she’s wearing, it’s like a prayer whispered at the exact moment you cum. They make their way back over to the table when the song ends and I see Harper’s eyes flit over to where Cade is talking to our head waitress, Gillian. She makes sure the liquor keeps flowing in this place and is an utter godsend when it comes to managing the in-and-outs of the club.

Harper’s not looking at Cade working though. She’s looking at him like she might think he and Gill have a thing and that simply isn’t true. Neither of us has ever gotten with Gill. I don’t think Gill likes our flavor of treat but would totally be besotted with Harper or Harley. But that’s just a guess because I’ve never bothered to ask to be perfectly honest.

I distract Harper with a few drinks and by then Cade is back and ready to do more than business for the night. And I turn my full attention on my private dancer - yeah, I made a reference to a song from the eighties…I’ve been a club kid for a long time and music is one of the things I have always loved more than almost anything.

We all hit the dance floor and I have Harley all to myself. This time it’s not a sly seduction on her mind but a full-frontal assault on my nerve endings. And damn, do I want her to take me down. Our bodies brush and sway against one another and for a moment I forget where the fuck we are. Her leg comes up around my hip as I lay her back only to pull her up closer to me and both of us rock in rhythm to a song that isn’t playing for everyone else. This song is one we are making together. It exists solely for just me and her.

By the time we get back to our table, I’m as hard as a fucking petrified beam of wood. Hard doesn’t even come close to what she has me. Cade pulls Harper down in his lap and I smile at the change in him. Cade isn’t someone who gets close to just anyone. He’s always been affectionate with me but I’m his twin, but Harper turns him into a PDA junkie. I take a cue from him and pull Harley into my own lap.

She giggles and comes willingly to me and shocks the fuck out of me when she drops a kiss on my mouth like it’s nothing. For a few seconds, all I can do is sit and stare and then I take her by the chin, turn her head, and go in for a deeper, much longer kiss. Instead of pulling away or stiffening, Harley melts into me and I am good and truly lost. This woman could have anything she asked for, my businesses, my money, my fucking soul.

Our tongues play against one another like when we dance and I’m given a preview of how it will be when I have her under me. She’s shy at first, hesitant, and then she gives herself fully to the task at hand. By the end of the kiss I’m pretty sure I’ve cum -twice- and already put her into my will because I might not make it through a night with this little thing. Damn! What a way to go!

I pull her back to the dance floor and when I look over at Cade, he has Harper doing a lap dance just for him…and I can’t see where his hands are. It makes me grin and move against Harley even more blatantly. She grabs my shirt and pulls me down for another kiss and this time when we come off the dance floor I’m carrying her in my arms.

We spend long moments lost in the kiss until both of us need to come up for air. And find Cade and Harper gone. Harley takes me by the shirt again and I find that I love the fuck out of that bossy move. She can boss me the fuck around all she wants too.

“Take me home.” I pull back and stare at her. I thought we were having a good time. I felt like she was into me. “And to bed.”

OOOHH! I know my eyes are as round as my mouth. She giggles and kisses my open mouth before dancing away. Fuck if I need to be told twice.

I have her little ass out of the club and to the car in record time. I could qualify for the Olympics with how fast I pick her up and move. Only to come up short when we get to the car and find her sister and my brother all but having sex in the front seat. Harper’s dress is gone and Cade has a whole handful of things I do not want to even think about since Harper is like a sister to me.

“Dude, you can’t fuck my sister in a car. Take her home first.”