ask questions.
The most common—“Do you secretly want each other?”
That one always gave him the creeps.
Fuck, no, he didn’t want to do his brother. That was just wrong on so many levels.
There was nothing perverted about his feelings for his brother. He loved Tanner but not in any fucked-up, sexual way.
All right, maybe they were perverted in the fact that he felt absolutely no jealousy with Tanner. And sure, watching his brother fuck a woman they both wanted made him hot. Just not for his brother.
Tanner always joked that psychologists would have a field day with them.
Jensen never wanted to have someone pick into his brain like that. Growing up, their lives had been a struggle, to say the least. But they’d come through. They’d stuck together. Hell, they actually liked each other, enough that they ran a business together and lived in the same house.
And no, they didn’t share the same room.
Christ, people were sick.
He and Tanner just knew each other, knew their strengths and weaknesses. They knew what they liked, the type of woman who turned them on. Usually, it was the same woman.
They worked so damn well as a team, some women actually begged them for more.
Of course, after a while, those women decided they weren’t up to the hassle of dealing with two men in their life at the same time.
Most wanted to keep Tanner.
He, on the other hand, was more of a project.
So what did Nica think?
As he gulped down the rest of the water, he realized it was the first time he’d thought about what their partner was thinking afterward.
There was something about Nica. She was different, on some level he hadn’t quite figured out yet.
Grabbing two more water bottles from the fridge, he started to head back to the bedroom but heard a noise from the front room, something out of place.
A song, he realized. Coming from Nica’s purse. Probably her phone.
A quick look at the clock on the fireplace mantel told him it was nearly three a.m. Who’d be calling her this late?
He grabbed her purse and headed back to the room.
Stopping in the doorway, he leaned against the frame. Nica and Tanner hadn’t moved.
His brother’s long body lay sprawled over half of the king-size bed, his eyes closed, head on the pillows facing Nica.
She lay on her back in the middle of the bed, one arm above her head, naked from the waist up. Her beautiful breasts quivered with each breath, her hair spread over her shoulders and chest like dark ribbons.
He knew how soft her hair was, how good her skin smelled.
She was gorgeous. Why had he ever thought she wasn’t?
As he stood there, watching her breathe, the ringing in her purse started again.
With a short indrawn breath, Nica opened her eyes just as he moved toward the bed. Hell, if she caught him standing there staring, she’d probably think he was being creepy.
“This is the second time it rang,” he said as she sat up, pushing her hair behind her shoulders. She didn’t seem at all uncomfortable with his nudity or hers as she reached for her bag.
But her expression showed worry when she pulled the phone out and looked at the number.
She immediately slid it open. “Tira, what’s up? Is something wrong?”
Jensen’s gaze narrowed at the worry in Nica’s tone and Tanner propped his head on one hand to listen.
“Are you sure?” Nica said. “They said my name?”
She paused, listening, and Jensen moved closer to the bed, resting his hands on the footboard.
“Yeah, I think you’re right.” She flashed a look at Jensen then at Tanner. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.”
She closed the phone. “I’m afraid I need to get home. Something’s come up.”
“At three in the morning?”
Jensen wanted to take the bite out of his words the second they left his mouth. Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what the hell was going on at three in the morning that she needed to take care of.
Yes, he knew great sex didn’t entitle him or Tanner to her secrets.
He