“Always. You wanna sit?” Sinclair relaxed back down into his chair.
Maverick glared down at his brother. “Did you fuck her?”
“Sure. A couple of times. She’s a good time. Gives great head.”
Maverick grabbed Sinclair by the lapels of his suit jacket, lifted him out of his chair, and thrust him against the back wall. “You mother fucking asshole.”
“Jesus, man, what the hell? You don’t have to have sex with her. She wasn’t even the surprise I had planned for you. Hell, Ash, what crawled up your ass and died?”
Maverick blinked. “Who are you talking about?”
“Tiffany, the woman showing me her boob job.”
Maverick shoved Sinclair against the wall, then wrapped a hand around his brother’s throat. “Did you have sex with Carly?”
“Your Carly?”
“You have three seconds before I beat the living crap out of you.”
Darkness flashed in Sinclair’s eyes. “You hit me, you’ll regret it, Jackoff.”
That made Maverick chuckle. Before they became brothers, they were archenemies and called each other that on a regular basis. On a deep breath, he released his hold. Sinclair raked his hands through his hair, smoothed out the wrinkles on his white dress shirt, and tossed back the remains of his drink.
“We used to beat the living crap out of each other.” Maverick poured more Macallan for them both before easing onto the leather sofa. “We were insane back then.”
Sinclair sat in the brown leather chair. “I’m not convinced we’re any less insane now. What the hell’s going on with you?”
“Answer my question.”
“I’ve never had sex with Carly. Nothing more than a brotherly hug. I did, however, cheat off her during the final exam senior year in U.S. Government.”
Maverick laughed. “You’ve come a long way, bro. Did she know?”
“Of course not.”
“But you know, don’t you?”
“Know what?”
“About her kink?”
Sinclair arched a brow. Seconds passed before he answered. “I do.”
“Why didn’t you tell me?”
Sinclair crossed his legs, sipped his drink. “I wouldn’t betray her or anyone else who confides in me.”
“You two ever play together?”
“Never.”
“Why not? She’s beautiful, sexy. She likes to play on the dark side.”
“She’s not interested in me.”
“How do you know?”
Sinclair’s eyebrows flew up. “I’ve seen the way she looks at you.”
