Page 16 of The Twins

“So what have you guys been up to today?” she asked. “Work?”

“Yeah, we’ve been at the gym.” I took my glasses off and slipped them into my jacket pocket.

“You work at a gym?”

“It’s our gym,” Finn said. “And it’s a mixed martial arts academy too.”

“Ah, I see. So that’s what you do all day. You fight.”

I laughed. “Yes, that’s mainly what we do, but not with the intention of ever starting a fight, it’s to defend, or it’s to earn points in the cage.”

“I don’t understand.”

“We both fight professionally.” I leaned forward, elbows on the table. “Big fights come up, we win them, mostly, and make a shitload of money in the process.”

“Impressive. And do you do it as a tag team or individually?”

“Bit of both,” Finn said.

“So when’s the next one?”

I answered quickly. The date was constantly on my mind when I was training. “Fifth of July, and Fight Fit, that’s our place, is hosting the event.”

“Should be a good little earner.” Finn shrugged.

“So you charge spectators?”

“Of course, and we’ll run a bar. Get some merch in, too.”

“Our mate, Phil, runs the bookies side of things,” Finn added.

“He takes bets. I might just get myself a ticket and have a flutter.”

Finn laughed. “Not sure if you’d like it. Bit different to a courtroom. The blood and violence is right there in front of you.”

“You came to watch me fight, with words, why can’t I watch you?” She tipped her head in a challenging way.

“Of course you can.” Finn touched her cheek with the back of his finger, an intimate gesture that told me he’d touched her before. “You can do whatever you want, pretty lady,” he said quietly. “Anything at all.”

I stiffened slightly, my spine straightening. This woman was special, I knew that already. And I wanted whatever Finn had with her.

And I wasn’t going to wait around to get level with him. I wanted it now. All of it. All of her.

Chapter Five

Rebecca

Finn’s touch was as electric as before. The man was an enigma. Confident, smooth, softly spoken—almost melodic—and yet he was a fighter, a risk-taker, and he wore his desire for me like a badge he was damn proud of.

I swallowed and looked into his eyes, the lights of the restaurant reflecting in their depths like tiny flames of lust.

“You should sit between us.” Cillian stood, his movements graceful yet determined.

“I should?” I saw the same dark desire in his eyes, it was the same as his brother’s. A little thrill went through me, hot and exciting yet tinged with a sliver or trepidation—it went straight to my pussy, heating it and sending a quiver through my clit.

What was I getting myself into?

“Yeah.” Cillian held out his hand. “Come.”