Page 82 of His & Hers

Lucas stared at me as I put one finger in the air, making him shake his head in amusement.

"Hello?" Zane answered coolly, making my blood boil.

"Don't you fuckinghellome, what the actual FUCK?"

"Hello, Alice," he drawled softly, as always the yin to my yang.

"We shared a womb for nine months. We grew up together. We tell each other everything, Zane."

I heard him sigh before clearing his throat.

"You know what, I didn't tell anyone. It had to be completely secret; it's how I wanted it to be," I could imagine Zane shrugging, immediately making me shake my head in disbelief.

"Fine, but couldn't you have at least called me straight after?" I demanded as Lucas chuckled softly.

I made a face at him as my brother laughed.

"Funnily enough, I was too busy consummating my marriage."

The penny dropped then, and for once, I was at a loss for words. Ever since I could remember, Zane would tell me how he would wait until he was married before he had sex. I was fiercely protective of him, and when the jibes started at school, I had shut them down immediately. I highly respected his wishes, knowing my twin-like no one else did.

He wasn't like other men. He was so unique, so incredibly caring, worldly-wise, and intelligent. I sometimes felt the world just didn't deserve him.

"Oh." I smiled, hearing the happiness in his voice. "Ok, well, I'll forgive you if you name your first child after me."

"What if it's a boy?" he mused.

"Al. You can call him Al or Alistair," I decided, my eyes meeting the intense green ones that were currently undressing me slowly.

"Hmm. We'll see."

"Congratulations. But when I see you, you're getting a slap. Hearing that you have got married from fuckingCaleb—”

"Yes, dear."

I ended the call as I strolled over to Lucas.

"You have to wait another five days before you can get out of that bed, Mr. Mafia."

He narrowed his eyes at me as he huffed.

"I just want to bury myself deep inside you.”

"Nope."

He glared at me before exhaling sharply.

"You're hard work. You know that?"

"Yup." I grinned, leaning forward to kiss his lips.

Bad decision.

He tasted divine, his hand cupping my breast, making my nipple stand to attention.

"We can do it," he murmured, his hands sliding my jeans down as I groaned.

"One thrust and your guts could spill out. No," I said firmly, moving away from Lucas.