I crack open my beer and down half of it in one go, grab another out of the fridge, and kick the door shut. Screw food, I don’t feel like cooking. I walk into the living room and flop down onto the couch. As soon as I turn on the TV, I see the same hazel eyes I have staring back at me from the loveseat next to the TV.
“Kai. Why the fuck do you have to always be a creeper?” My twin burst out laughing like he is the funniest person in the world. I roll my eyes and drink again.
“How was your date?” I ask, waiting for the details about the mystery woman he refuses to tell me about.
“Eh, she was ok. Kinda vanilla, if you know what I mean.” He shrugs.
“Dude, we are identical twins. I know exactly what you mean. We share a brain cell most of the time.”
“Speaking of sharing a brain, I can tell you are hiding something from me, Mikey. Spill. What the hell happened tonight?”
I want to tell him to fuck off and keep Julia to myself, but that’s pointless. Kai and I don’t hide things from each other. Never have. We shared a womb, clothes, a room, and a damn twin-sized bed for half of our lives. The therapist said we were codependent. He wasn’t wrong, but he also couldn’t fix it.
Kai is the yin to my yang, and it will stay that way until we die. I refuse to live in a world without my brother.
Our dad and mom used to fight over us being together all the time. One time, when we were seventeen, Dad got so angry that he slapped Mom and punched a hole in the wall. Kai and I both tackled his ass to the ground and made Mom leave the room. We told him that if he ever did that again to our mom, that would be the last thing he would do. He packed a bag that night, and we haven't seen him since. We don’t know where he went. Don’t care to.
Since that day, Mom hasn’t been the same. She gave her all to Dad, and when he left without a goodbye, it left a daryl-shaped hole in Mom’s heart. I feel bad that she is suffering, but I am grateful the fucker can’t lay a hand on her anymore.
“Earth to Mikey!” Kai snaps his finger in front of my face. I shake my head out of my thoughts.
“Huh?”
“I asked what happened tonight. Did you at least get laid?” A shit-eating grin spreads across my face.
“Did I ever! Best fucking pussy of my life.”
Kai raises a brow, “If it was that good, where is she? You didn’t bring her home?” My brother is apparently firing shots because I can barely answer his question before the next one comes at me.
“Holy shit, man! Slow down.” I hold up my hand. “I’ll tell you everything after you tell me about your date. I have been asking about this date all week, and you haven’t shared shit. So fucking spill the beans!” I come back with my shots. Fucker thinks he can hide behind me getting pussy. Dumb ass forgets I am him!
“Fine, how about this? You tell me about your night first, since your night was clearly better than mine, and then I’ll explain my disaster.”
I smirk. If his night was that shitty, maybe he deserves to know my dick had a better time than his did.
“Fine,” I huff at him. “I went to Nocturn for a beer. There was this petite girl at the bar. She had long brown curls almost to her ass. I slid up next to her, got a good look, and holy shit, bro. Thatface. I would murder a motherfucker for a face like that.” I can’t help reliving it again, every detail of Julia burned into my brain.
“And? What else? You aren’t this smitten over a girl you just looked at while at the bar. I know you better than that. Plus, she would be a fool not to go after you. I mean fuck! Look at us!” He gestures up and down his body, showing himself off like we don't look the exact same.
“Alright, alright. So I introduced myself and bought her a drink. She ordered a fucking whiskey on the rocks. A girl after my own heart!” I sigh, put my hand on my chest, and pretend to faint.
A pillow hits my head, and Kai laughs.
“But then she invited me up to her VIP lounge. One thing led to another, and we fucked in the VIP bathroom. She told me she wanted a one-night thing, a night to forget, all that good shit. So that’s what I gave her.” I pause and then remember, “Oh! And she told me I had a monster cock.” I wink at him, finish my beer, and head to the fridge for another.
Chapter 3
Kai
Amonster cock, really? I mean, my brother and I are above average, but I have never had someone outright call it amonster cock.And if they did, I’d probably pound them until they forgot their name.
“So… does mystery sex goddess have a name?” I raise a brow at him.
“Yup!” Mikey says from the kitchen, popping the P like a dramatic little shit he is.
“Grab me a beer, would ya?” He closes the fridge with his hip, holding up two beer bottles. Of course, he already knew. We always do. Our twin brains just work that way. This man is literally the other half of my brain.
“You gonna tell me her name?” I twist off the top and launch it at his head. He dodges it easily. Stupid goalie reflexes. That’s one thing I don’t have: his cat-like reflexes. The bastard can snatch a puck out of thin air so fast people blink and miss it. It makes him the best in the NHL, and I’m damn proud of him.
