So yeah, when my twin, Kalen and I are all sat on my bed talking and we all hear Amelie call my name from her laptop, I feel fucking smug, more than a little happy, and horny as hell.
“Dude, do not whack one out with me in the room. You two womb sharers might be down with that freaky over sharing shit, but I’m not cool.”
God, I want to smack Kalen sometimes. He’s such a douche canoe.
“I’m not going to whack, rub or knock anything out,” I snap. Though of course, knockingKalenout holds a strong appeal. Tempting.
“Enough. Let’s get back to the plan.” Slate sighs. “I know there’s been a little progress made, but it’s not enough.”
“I don’t think our father—” I begin.
“Fuck Dad!” Kalen crows. “Are we doing this for him or forus? I know he demanded we fix things with Amelie for The Order’s agenda, but is that really what we’re doing here? Because I was just trying to fix things with her because I miss her.”
I look at my twin, but he doesn’t need to say a word. It’s written on his face; he’s with Kalen on this one.
“Obviously, it’s for us. Or for Amelie or whatever. But we have to at least seem like we’re doing it for The Order, don’t we?”
My brothers grumble, begrudgingly admitting that I’m right. I wonder about Sawyer. He seems to be full on dating Amelienow. Is that just to get her into The Order...or is it because he’s head over heels for her too? And is our dad really okay with that?
“Right, so we’re in agreement then?”
“Fine.”
“Yes.”
They couldn’t sound more sulky and stroppy if they tried. Maybe they’re finally jealous of me because Amelie called my name. What I wouldn’t give to sneak over to her room and make her scream my name over and over again for the rest of the night.
Fuck it. I’m not gonna get to sleep while I’m sporting a hard-on this fierce. It’s time to say goodnight.
“Kalen.”
“Yeah?”
“Leave. Now.”
“What?”
“You heard me. Get out.”
“What? Why?”
God he’s such a whiner. “Because I want a shower and to go to bed.”
“I’m hanging with Slate.”
“Amelie is unprotected right now. You gonna leave her at the mercy of the psychopaths of this school to play Xbox?”
“I—”
“It’s fine. Play your little game. I’ll call Branson and owe him a favour. He can watch her.”
“No! For fuck's sake, O! Don’t do that. If you want to wank just say so. I can’t take a hint to save my life, but I do talk dickspeak. Just say ‘Kalen, bro. I love your scintillating company and ready wit, but I gotta knock one out with Mrs Palmer and her five lovely daughters’. Easy.”
“You’re crazy. And Amelie has been rubbing off on you too much,” I grumble. He’s always dropping weird slang andexpressions into the already crazy shit that comes out of his mouth, so I can only assume she’s to blame. Like he needed a new hobby, he already drives me insane.
“Ah, bro” – he sighs, getting to his feet and crossing to the door – “I think the problem is that she’s not rubbinganythingoff on you.”
“But she’s rubbing off over me.” I smirk. Kalen’s jaw drops and I take great delight in the shocked expression on his face.
