Total pages in book: 26
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 24359 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 122(@200wpm)___ 97(@250wpm)___ 81(@300wpm)
I couldn’t stop laughing when my brother got home and told me what happened at the gym. In fact, I’m still chuckling thinking about it now.
“It’s not that funny,” Talon snarks in a sarcastic tone. I shake my head as tears come to my eyes.
“No, bro. It’s hilarious. No one has ever tried taking nude photos of us before but this chick takes the cake. Come to think of it, she could probably get some good money for them.”
Talon rolls his eyes. “Melania won’t try to sell them. I scared her straight.”
I shoot him a skeptical look.
“By making her come over here tonight? Yeah, I’m sure she’s real scared. You know because we live in a really scary town that has tons of criminals in it.”
Talon shrugs.
“You never know, my brother. You never know.”
I roll my eyes because nothing threatening happens in little Monroe, New Jersey. We’re a small suburb located outside New York City that has lots of trees, not so many people, and a general down-home vibe. Sure, the woman in question is probably a little freaked out because my brother can be intimidating at times, but I doubt she’s as scared as Talon seems to think. After all, if this girl was willing to risk her job by entering the men’s locker room and snapping pap photos, then it’ll take more than a stern dressing-down to frighten her.
“Do you know her real name?” I ask.
Talon shrugs. “No, and I don’t think Melania is it. She doesn’t seem like the type from Eastern Europe. She’s very Jersey.”
I snort.
“Meaning what?”
He shrugs.
“You’ll see. She’s got that zing that we like in our girls, with a lot of heft and sass to her.”
I snort again. My brother’s been wrong before, but now my curiosity’s piqued.
“Seriously?” I ask with one brow raised. “What size do you think she is?”
It’s so crass to talk about a woman’s body like this, but my brother and I like a certain type so it’s good to get this in the open. Talon shrugs.
“Maybe a 14? Or a 16? Or even an 18?”
That makes me pause because we like our girls curvaceous and this sounds promising.
“Well, let’s hope for an 18 because you know that last woman was a twelve and it wasn’t enough. We need more.”
He nods.
“Yeah, I totally agree. Christina just wasn’t for us. She tried, but we need more bounce and heft. A twelve is too small.”
With that, I spin on my heel and give a curt nod.
“I’m going to get a drink,” I grunt, strolling into the kitchen. Shit, this woman sounds good and a cocktail is needed to calm my anticipation now. In fact, Melania should be here any minute and I really want to get a look at her. Just as I’m pulling a beer from the fridge, the doorbell chimes. My brother strides to the foyer and opens the massive slab of wood before inviting our visitor inside. That’s when my jaw drops to the floor because the photographer is gorgeous. She’s got curly chestnut hair that goes down past her shoulders, and Talon wasn’t lying about her curves. The shirt she’s wearing is tight over her generous bosom, and her jeans hug wide hips. Even more, she’s got a big, rounded ass which is the one thing that my brother and I absolutely require. Flat pancake butts are not our thing.
Damn, Talon picked a good one this time, and at that moment, my brother turns and says, “Let me introduce you to my brother, Torment. There’s two of us who live here, and Torment’s a professional MMA fighter as well.”
I take that as my cue and stroll out, drink in hand. The woman gasps when I saunter into the foyer, and her eyes are wide as she looks between the two of us. I know what she’s thinking because Talon and I are identical twins, so I know what she sees: two gorgeous, muscular men with night-black hair and piercing blue eyes. Both of us are athletic, toned, and muscular, with not an ounce of fat on our bodies. Women often sigh when we walk by, and more than a few have wet their panties just being in our presence.
“Um, hi,” she stammers shyly. “I’m Paisley,” the girl says.
I smirk.
“Not Melania?”
She goes bright red.
“No, not Melania. I just made that up, and my real name is Paisley.”
I chuckle.
“Well, I’m Torment and I see you already know this douche, Talon.”
She blushes and nods, unable to take her eyes off our twin forms. “Um, so did Talon tell you about what happened earlier today?”
I nod.
“He did, and he says you’re willing to do anything to make up for the affront. Why don’t you come in and take a seat, honey? We’ll discuss it together.”
She nods and bites her lip before following us into the living room area. We’ve down the townhouse up in a masculine manner, so everything is dark brown, leather, and heavy-looking. But it’s comfortable, and that’s what I like.