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  His stomach growled, and he snarled. He debated whether to just grab something from the vending machine inside or go out to the highway to grab some fast food.

  He groaned, there was a perfectly good restaurant across the damn street. Two pretty little blonds weren’t going to make him run like a goddamned coward. No matter how big of one he was. He was terrified, and he was going to give in, he just wondered how long he could hold out.

  He crossed the deserted street and walked straight into chaos. Everyone called his name and waved, and Heidi nodded and went to put in his usual order. He loved it there no matter how lacking his parental units found him.

  Two

  Being Good Was a Drag

  This was the life, Eric Sin Gant thought to himself as he stocked another row of ten-inch Caucasian toned dildos. The store he co-managed with his twin, Ellison, was simply called Pleasure. Three years of employment bliss, it was a dream job, and the best part was he got to work every day with his twin. Even if the little shit was as straight-laced as Ellison could get. There was a reason Ellison was called Saint. Being good was such a drag though. He left that bullshit to Saint.

  He grabbed the display model and headed for the counter where Saint was huddled over his laptop doing the weekly accounting.

  “Saint,” he called his brother’s name and was ignored. “Saint,” he repeated as he tapped his zoned-out brother’s cheek with the tip of the dong. “Saint, are you listening to me?” he drew out the last word until he had to catch his breath. He giggled as he smacked Saint harder with the silicone.

  Saint slapped at the silicone. Sin watched his twin’s ice-blue eyes widen and then narrow.

  “What the fuck do you…asshole, fucking stop!”

  “Take a break.”

  “No. Fred wants all this done for tomorrow, and I can’t play with the toys all day like you. I have to upload the new merchandise to the website.”

  “You know what toy I want to play with, but you won’t let me attack him!”

  “What is it I keep telling you about handcuffs and police records?”

  “That it sounds like a party?” He smirked as Saint rolled his eyes. “Just because you’re all goody-goody and won’t join me in the kidnapping plot of having a hot Sheriff handcuffed to our bed, doesn’t mean I’ve given up on the idea.”

  “Have you forgotten we’re a hundred and thirty pounds and too pretty for jail?”

  “I’m not the one with the Biker Daddy Fetish, but the morals of an eighty-year-old nun.”

  “I don’t have the morals of a nun. He doesn’t like us, Sin, or didn’t he make that clear enough when we asked him out?”

  “He just doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

  “He practically ran from us.”

  Ah fuck, he hated when his twin was sad because they fought a lot, but that’s just what they did. Their mother said they’d been fighting since conception. Saint was always the quieter and shyer of them. Their teen years were hell on Saint. Although, he’d tried his damnedest to make it as happy as possible for Saint. They’d tried modeling, but Saint always had an issue with losing weight, and took the brunt of nasty comments about some non-existent, okay, not to non-existent muffin top. So his twin didn’t have zero body fat, there wasn’t anything wrong with that.

  “We just have to make him see us as mature.”

  Saint arched a perfectly groomed brow, and he couldn’t help cackling as he noticed he was waving the dildo around as he talked.

  “Mature, when have we ever been seen as mature?”

  “It’s just a fucking thought.”

  Saint jerked the toy out of his hand and slammed it down on the counter, and the suction cup caught. It swayed a few times before settling.

  “Well, forget about it. I have to—”

  The obscene moaning coming over the PA system signaled they had a customer. They both looked toward to the door and groaned in unison as the object of their obsession walked into the main room. Two-hundred-fifty pounds of prime, mature male in a Sheriff’s uniform swaggered in. His dark chestnut skin, perfection.

  A well-aimed smack to the back of his head made him growl.

  “Wipe the fucking drool,” Saint ordered. “Hello, Sheriff Pelter, what can we do for you today?”

  “Cock rings, anal beads, we just got in—”

  “Shut up,” Saint muttered under his breath.

  “Eric, Ellison.” The Sheriff’s voice was like rough silk. It was a voice meant for dirty talk.

  “We’ve told you to call us Sin and Saint.”

  Camden ignored them and continued on, “Your neighbor came to see me again this morning.”

  “She shouldn’t be looking in our windows.”

  “I don’t think your stained-glass window installation in the backyard technically qualifies as your windows.”

  “Naked Yoga is not against the law, and it is our backyard. There’s a fence. She shouldn’t be looking over it.”

  “I’d appreciate it if you kept your yoga clothed or at least in the house. That old lady is driving me crazy. Last week it was your music. The week before it was—”

  “Yes, sir, we’ll make sure we purport ourselves with a little more decorum in the future.”

  Sin tried not to snort. Saint might be innocent as could be, but the man could bullshit with the best of them.

  “Ellison,” Camden spoke.

  With the authority in the Sheriff’s voice, Sin couldn’t mistake his twin’s almost invisible shiver. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but he knew his brother and the man’s fetish for dominating men. If only his twin would just give in and not let his shyness get in the way of them getting what they wanted.

  “Sorry, we promise to try?”

  “With the crews y’all hang out with that might be as good as I’m going to get.”

  “Would you like to have lunch with us, Sheriff?” Sin asked.

  He batted his lashes and tried to move in close to Camden, but the man took a step back.

  “No, I have work to do. You’re not the only troublemakers I have in town. Behave.”

  It was the last thing Camden said before he left like his sexy, muscular ass was on fire.

  “I swear that man fills out a pair of uniform pants like no other.”

  “He’s going to arrest you for sexual harassment one of these days.”

  “As long as that man puts me in handcuffs, I don’t care.”

  He smiled in victory as his twin giggled and closed his laptop.

  “I’m serious, though. He’s not interested.”

  “He so is.”

  “And what makes you say that? Every time he tells us no when we ask him on a date? Or when he turns on his toes and heads in the opposite direction when he sees us?”

  It may seem weird to most people, but he wouldn’t get into a serious relationship without his twin. They’d never spent a day or night away from each other in twenty-three years. They’d slept in the same bed their entire lives. They’d always known that whoever they ended up with would have to take them on as a package deal. Their mother raised them alone. She was everything to them, and never questioned or tried to discourage their loyalty between them. It would kill him to be away from his twin.

  “He’s an older man. We’re a lot younger than him. It doesn’t help we keep hitting on him.”

  “Hold up. You keep hitting on him.”

  “Semantics. If I’m hitting on him, it’s us doing it. We’re a package deal.”

  “But, Sin, I’m holding you back. Do you know how much easier your love life would be without you having to deal with my hang-ups?”

  “I won’t leave you. Men come and go, you’re my twin, I loathe you some days—”

  “Thanks.”

  “Shut up. You know what I mean. You want him. I want him, and that’s the end. We’ll get him. It’s just going to take more finesse. Maybe you should take the lead on this one. You’re a helluva lot less threatening than me.”

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��You definitely don’t want him as much as I thought if you’re trying to put me in charge. You’re the confident one.”

  “Then we just have to change tactics.”

  “If you say so. Now, get back to work. If I don’t have all the paperwork done for Fred tomorrow, he’s going to get bitchy.”

  “Then back to work.”

  He smacked a kiss on his twin’s cheek and went back to the stack of boxes he had to finish. Once he was hidden, he observed his brother. Saint was staring at the front door, his pointed chin rested on his palm, and Saint sighed heavily. The one and only experience Saint had, damaged him. He’d shown up in time before things went too far. He still remembered his brother telling the man to stop. If he hadn’t come back from the store in time—he didn’t want to imagine what could’ve happened.

  He just wanted his brother happy. He was positive the Sheriff could do that. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want Camden too. He’d lusted after the man since he’s spotted him the first time, so had Saint, but his brother was terrified of trusting someone. No matter what, he’d make sure it never happened again. He needed to get his twin and the sexy Sheriff on board with the plan. A relationship between the three of them was a done deal, Saint and Camden just didn’t know it yet.

  Three

  He Was Too Old for This Shit

  Camden stared through the bars of one of the cells to watch one of his friend’s mother glare right back at him. For all Mary Webb’s innocent appearance, she spent a lot of time in that cell. He would’ve laughed at her cute little huff, and her arms crossed over her chest, but he knew the terror that existed in that sweet little brunette.

  “Mary, we have to stop doing this.”

  Mary placed her tiny hands on the swell of her stomach. The woman kept a lot of distance between her stomach and people, except for her husband, Bear.

  “I didn’t do anything. The man tripped, and his face happened to connect with my fist.”

  He lost it then. He swore he didn’t know how her new husband put up with her. Bear was a nice guy, and when you saw Mary and Bear together, it was rare not to see Bear having his tiny wife in his arms keeping her close. Marriage and love hadn’t improved her temperament at all and Bear didn’t mind in the least.

  It’s something he’d noticed about the couples there in Powers. Like his cousin, Scary, the man was a beast, the biggest asshole around, but when it came to Scary’s husbands, Elijah and Tank, the man was a huge softie. It was odd. His friends, Psycho and Joker, were two of the most fearsome men in town and their husbands couldn’t love them more. His jealousy was truly pathetic.

  Everyone reminded him he was the target of Eric and Ellison. They were blond, blue-eyed and beautiful, almost ethereally so, especially Ellison. He was timid and appeared innocent while Eric was anything but. Ellison’s submissive nature drew him, but Eric’s bratty nature was an equal lure. He just didn’t know if he could let his guard down. He’d kept his nature in check for decades while he built a career in law enforcement that he didn’t really like. He surprisingly enjoyed his job as Sheriff. The place was low key, crime rate except for petty things was low, and most nights he got to sleep.

  He pulled his dysfunctional brain away from the twins and back to his current repeat offender.

  “Where’s Bear?”

  She jerked around to face him. “Why you want to know that?”

  “Where’s your husband?”

  Mary tilted her chin up and tried to stand taller, then did this weird side-eye thing.

  “He has nothing to see here, and you’re going to let me out anyway.”

  “I am, but you get in more trouble when Bear’s not cuddling you.”

  “He gives great cuddles.”

  Her cheeks turned pink when he unlocked the cell door, and she stepped out. She still kept plenty of space between them. The abuse Mary suffered at a young age caused her to shy away from everyone except her husband. She came around there a lot, though. He could almost say that they’d become friends even if he had to arrest her quite often.

  “You need a ride home?”

  “Nope, meeting Sin and Saint.”

  Before he could stop himself, he groaned at the mention of the Twin’s names.

  “You know those boys really like you.”

  “Too—”

  “Fuck that too young shit. Sometimes you get one chance. Go for it. What’s the worst thing that could happen? Temporary great sex…people should be so lucky to complain about that shit.”

  He didn’t have a chance to say anything as she waved over her shoulder and disappeared up the steps, then he followed after her. She was already gone when he reached the main room. How she still moved that fast with her big stomach shocked him. He walked into his office and closed himself inside shutting the blinds.

  He fell back into his desk chair and scrubbed his hands over his face. Even under his fingertips, he could tell the lines in his face were deeper; his goatee and mustache were longer than they should be. He felt older than his forty-five years. Abstinence wasn’t a natural state for him, but he hadn’t had a partner temporary or otherwise in almost five years.

  In his previous line of work as an undercover agent, he hadn’t had a guarantee he’d make it home from his assignments. He hadn’t considered that fair to a partner. He’d seen too many significant others left behind. How could he with a good conscience do that to someone he’d claimed to love—he couldn’t. So, he’d remained single, but having someone even temporary was painful. Forcing himself not to become attached—to develop feelings other than an urge to get off.

  As Sheriff, he still worked under a cloud of danger but not as much as before. Part of him hadn’t minded the years of being alone besides his team. That changed the day he’d met Eric and Ellison. He lusted, craved, and wanted to possess them. Although they were identical, it was easy to tell them apart.

  Ellison had this innocence about him. Perfect creamy complexion with big, blue eyes and pouted pink lips. He carried a softness, slightly chunky and he wanted to find out what that softness felt like against him.

  Eric was all slim angles and smart mouth, but with the same complexion, eyes, and lips like his brother. Eric was bratty, but he still possessed the same appearance of innocence as Ellison.

  Neither made any secret they’d be a package deal. He couldn’t have one without the other, and he wouldn’t have thought about it anyway. The twins were close. They were rarely seen apart.

  Did he want them? Yes. Would he do anything about it? He really didn’t know.

  Everyone gave him shit about it, but it was always done with a smile. No disgust or condescension. His cousin made it work with his two men. As far as he could tell, they were insanely happy. Then one of his deputies, Wren Gramble, was married to two men, Hunter and Linus.

  It wasn’t like he didn’t have great examples of ménage relationships. Eric and Ellison were just so young. He wasn’t—

  A knock took him by surprise.

  “Enter.”

  The door eased open, and he jumped to his feet when Ellison peeked inside.

  “I’m…I’m not disturbing you…am I?”

  He felt like an ass for his thought that Ellison’s stutter was cute when he was nervous.

  “Not at all, please, come in. Are you okay?”

  Ellison’s smiled shyly. “Yes. Mary said you were here alone and you hadn’t eaten, I made extra and thought you might like it.”

  Ellison held out a small basket, but still just a step away from the door.

  “You can come in.” He took a seat hoping it would put the much smaller man at ease.

  “Okay,” Ellison said. Once inside Ellison got to work laying out a large checked napkin and setting the food on top of it. Sitting down, he was almost as tall as Ellison.

  Ellison was all nervous energy and shooting him quick peeks, but pretending he wasn’t.

  “Are you going to join me?”

  “No, no, this is all yours.”

/>   “You’re going to sit down and share with me.”

  “Ye…yes, sir.”

  “Pull a chair around and sit beside me.”

  Ellison nodded and obeyed.

  He divided the thick club sandwich, gave Ellison the chips, and stood to grab a few bottles of water from the small fridge in the corner of his office. When he returned to his desk, he handed one to the young man and took a seat. He observed the boy open the chips, then tore the side.

  “Are Mary and Eric waiting for you?”

  “No. Mary and Sin are doing some shopping, a present for Bear.”

  “I don’t want to know.”

  He caught the small grin as Ellison tried to conceal it.

  “You and Eric behaving?”

  “Do you want me to lie?”

  “So, you haven’t—”

  “No. Sin always gets in trouble. I prefer to stay to myself or take a trip in my plane.”

  He’d heard and witnessed Ellison’s skill as a pilot. The boy was a bit of a daredevil as well.

  “How did you become a pilot?”

  “An old boyfriend of our mama was a pilot. He used to take us out and let me take over. I fell in love with the freedom.”

  “Your mother still alive?”

  “Yes, she’s on a year-long climbing and base-jumping trip. A lot of hiking and camping too.”

  “So you got it naturally.”

  “I guess so. Ernie still owns the old airfield out next to your place.”

  He nearly rolled his eyes. Ernie spent time in prison for smuggling drugs to Mexico, but as far as he knew, the man had turned his life around. That didn’t mean he didn’t keep a close eye on him since he owned the property next to Ernie’s. He should’ve put two and two together, maybe living there was making him lose his edge.

  “He’s clean now.”

  “I’m sure he is.”

  “He is, he straightened up when he hooked up with Mama. She didn’t put up with his shit. Told him if she caught him going back to his old life he was out.”