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There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.
SNEAK PEEK
I have a small freak-out on Tuesday night. Lenny’s night. When I enter the house an hour late, they’re all waiting for me with Lenny spearheading them in the hallway. He smells like heaven. But then there’s Marlon behind him, a bit taller, eyes burning on me like he has plans too. So that’s why I tell them at dinner, fork and spoon pointing at the ceiling, “You guys better not get any ideas.”
I tip my fork forward like I’m about to skew a few of them. Marlon, for instance, with his neon-sign stare broadcasting how he’d rather not wait his turn.
“I’m not into threesomes. Or foursomes or fivesomes or anything like that.”
“Ba-a-be.” At least three of them exclaim this in mumbled what-’r-you-talking-about voices as if they’re all my boyfriend and I’m being ridiculous. You know what’s ridiculous? This arrangement.
“I’m serious! Just because I’m happy with one of you at a time doesn’t mean I’ll ever want to be... invaded by several of you at the same time.”
James has the decency to look shocked, and so does Nathaniel. The only one looking positively unimpressed is the one I haven’t slept with. Luka’s classic features are perennial ice/the Siberian tundra. Of course, he’s not impressed. Porn star and all. Even so, he’s the one speaking up.
“No one would do that to you.”
“Really? Because I didn’t ask for anyone to come to me in the first place. You guys just came. So consider this a clear message: don’t ever misinterpret my body’s reactions into believing I’ll accept more than one of you at a time.”
Several pairs of eyes run over my body before slinking away.
“Got it,” Marlon says. That’s good, because he looked too hungry for a Not-Wednesday. I wonder if he has other girls. He must, right? He was with Sheena for a couple of years, but they broke up a few months before Julian died.
James pushes the pan of meatballs toward me, jutting his chin for me to serve up. “Stop worrying, beautiful. We’re not a bunch of animals. Personally, I like my girls open and receptive and… wanton.” He makes his brows dance.
Lenny lets out a snort.
“Jesus, the stuff coming out of your mouth,” I mutter, feeling a smile grow on my face.
“You were alone,” Luka cuts in, ruining my budding mood lift. “You needed someone. That’s why we do what we do. But biologically, no woman actually needs more than one man, so that’s what you get, one guy comforting you at a time.”
“‘We,’” I mock. “Like you’ve ever consoled me.”
Silence. The others look away. Yellow ice sparkles into me, but I don’t avert my stare. Finally, he opens his mouth, tight lines settling as he says, “Right.”
I tip my fork forward like I’m about to skew a few of them. Marlon, for instance, with his neon-sign stare broadcasting how he’d rather not wait his turn.
“I’m not into threesomes. Or foursomes or fivesomes or anything like that.”
“Ba-a-be.” At least three of them exclaim this in mumbled what-’r-you-talking-about voices as if they’re all my boyfriend and I’m being ridiculous. You know what’s ridiculous? This arrangement.
“I’m serious! Just because I’m happy with one of you at a time doesn’t mean I’ll ever want to be... invaded by several of you at the same time.”
James has the decency to look shocked, and so does Nathaniel. The only one looking positively unimpressed is the one I haven’t slept with. Luka’s classic features are perennial ice/the Siberian tundra. Of course, he’s not impressed. Porn star and all. Even so, he’s the one speaking up.
“No one would do that to you.”
“Really? Because I didn’t ask for anyone to come to me in the first place. You guys just came. So consider this a clear message: don’t ever misinterpret my body’s reactions into believing I’ll accept more than one of you at a time.”
Several pairs of eyes run over my body before slinking away.
“Got it,” Marlon says. That’s good, because he looked too hungry for a Not-Wednesday. I wonder if he has other girls. He must, right? He was with Sheena for a couple of years, but they broke up a few months before Julian died.
James pushes the pan of meatballs toward me, jutting his chin for me to serve up. “Stop worrying, beautiful. We’re not a bunch of animals. Personally, I like my girls open and receptive and… wanton.” He makes his brows dance.
Lenny lets out a snort.
“Jesus, the stuff coming out of your mouth,” I mutter, feeling a smile grow on my face.
“You were alone,” Luka cuts in, ruining my budding mood lift. “You needed someone. That’s why we do what we do. But biologically, no woman actually needs more than one man, so that’s what you get, one guy comforting you at a time.”
“‘We,’” I mock. “Like you’ve ever consoled me.”
Silence. The others look away. Yellow ice sparkles into me, but I don’t avert my stare. Finally, he opens his mouth, tight lines settling as he says, “Right.”
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MORE ABOUT TWIN SAVAGE
Grief comes in many forms.
There is no right or wrong way... Right?
Except, what if you douse that grief with sex
in ways so culturally unacceptable
you leave it to a veritable male harem
led by the porn-star brother of your fiancé
to decide if you’ll emerge
from the jungle intact?
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It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys.
Until my fiancé died and his identical twin took over the roost.
Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive.
What kind of twisted reality is this?
Now, Luka’s on a mission to fix both of our grief.
Like I’d ever accept anything from him.
He doesn’t understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you’re a promiscuous jerk.
If only the nights didn’t destroy me.
They’re painful and long and empty,
until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego.
That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny.
Next, it’s Marlon, James, Nathaniel,
and on Saturday, it’s Connor.
By Sunday night, I get the picture.
This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex.
His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates’ arms six of seven nights.
On Sunday, there’s only one man left in the house.
There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.
Grief comes in many forms.
There is no right or wrong way... Right?
Except, what if you douse that grief with sex
in ways so culturally unacceptable
you leave it to a veritable male harem
led by the porn-star brother of your fiancé
to decide if you’ll emerge
from the jungle intact?
✭✭✭✭✭
It wasn't a problem to be the only girl in a house full of guys.
Until my fiancé died and his identical twin took over the roost.
Sweet, easygoing Julian passed, while loathsome, bossy Luka, who pays his way through med school by getting his dick wet on film, is still alive.
What kind of twisted reality is this?
Now, Luka’s on a mission to fix both of our grief.
Like I’d ever accept anything from him.
He doesn’t understand that gorgeous and sexy mean nothing if you’re a promiscuous jerk.
If only the nights didn’t destroy me.
They’re painful and long and empty,
until, on a Monday night, my insomnia attracts Diego.
That Tuesday, it attracts Lenny.
Next, it’s Marlon, James, Nathaniel,
and on Saturday, it’s Connor.
By Sunday night, I get the picture.
This is Luka doing what Luka does: solve problems with sex.
His remote-controlled comfort leaves me in our roommates’ arms six of seven nights.
On Sunday, there’s only one man left in the house.
There’s no way in hell I’m opening my door—or my heart—to a porn star.
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Sunniva Dee is a lover of great writing and wild, passionate characters. In the beautiful city of Savannah, Georgia, she divides her time between her “petting zoo” and writing sexy novels. Sunniva ado-o-ores breaking stereotypes and describing the flipside of bad-boy alphas or good boys with a savage streak.
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