mind?”
“You’re my brother. I lost it years ago at Ramon’s party when I sucked your cock for the first time in front of an audience.”
Denver’s gaze didn’t waver. He was dead serious. There was no swaying him. It wasn’t often I saw my brother with this kind of intense determination in his eyes.
“He’s a kid.”
“He’s the same age we were.” Denver wet his lips. “And he’s got a rebellious streak, just like his father. He has no fucks to give. He didn’t care I was his uncle.”
“He’ll damn well care that I’m his father. There is no fucking way he’ll agree to this.”
“He will.”
I shoved out of my chair and paced the room. “He’s my son, Denver. I can’t just… No. I’m not even considering this.”
Denver turned back to his computer. “That’s fine.”
He resumed checking his papers, typing, and ignoring me like we hadn’t just been discussing some sort of fucked-up three-way with my brother and son.
For a split second, I drew up all I could remember of the previous evening, convinced I might have dabbled in drugs at some point and was suffering the residual effects. It was rare I indulged in anything hardcore anymore. Alcohol was enough. Hell, hangovers were harder and harder to get over as the years ticked by.
I stared at my brother.
Logic told me to walk out the door and forget this whole mess. I wasn’t that rebellious kid anymore. Fucking around with Denver was nothing more than a fantasy that I couldn’t and shouldn’t make real.
But I didn’t know how to shut off twenty years of yearning and longing. Fifteen of those years had been spent in a loveless marriage. The past five had been spent bed-hopping. I’d never again found what I’d had with Denver. The search was futile.
Was it possible for a person’s soulmate to be cut from the same DNA?
I rounded the desk and swiveled Denver’s office chair until he faced me, tearing him away from his obnoxious work.
What I didn’t expect was to be met with a challenge, but that was exactly what was in the look he returned to me.
I braced myself on the arms of his chair and bent until we were face to face, forehead to forehead. “Let this stupid notion go. Send Edison to Vanya’s or tell him to go to his mother’s. Fuck, tell him to go and enlist because god knows he won’t listen to me. I can be back in your bed the minute I’m done with work tonight. We can have it all again. You and me.”
I moved a hand to his lap, massaging his dick through his pants. “We can have this all back. Better than before.”
Denver groaned and closed his eyes. He pressed against my hand, inviting the touch.
I was winning.
Until he clamped a hand around my wrist, stopping me. His breathing had grown labored, but he pinned me with a frightening amount of assuredness. “Both, or no deal.”
Denver, my suddenly bold and reckless brother, leaned forward and sucked my lower lip into his mouth. His tongue slashed against mine as he plunged deeper.
Twenty years and I hadn’t forgotten the sweet taste of my brother’s mouth.
I clasped the back of his neck, deepening the kiss as I moved forward, intent on straddling his lap. He stopped me, pressing his hands against my thighs and shoving me back, breaking the kiss.
“That’s my final answer.” He licked his lips and quirked a brow. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to finish my work and get home.
He spun back to his laptop and spoke in a manner that made it clear I was being dismissed. “Call me when you decide.”
Son of a bitch.
Chapter Three
Edison
I watched Dad pull out of the driveway, his tires spinning in the snowy sludge when he hit the gas and shot off down the road. He was pissed.
Nothing had happened how I’d planned when I’d taken the early morning bus across the city to Uncle Denver’s house. It was supposed to be simple like last time. Ever since August, nothing had come close to fulfilling my craving for excitement and danger. My friends thought the definition of a good time was getting drunk, getting high, and getting laid.
All great things, but they didn’t compare to the thrill of doing something truly wrong and dangerous. There were a number of times I’d wanted to blurt out, “Try getting laid by a guy twice your age who practically helped raise you. Someone who shares your genetics.”
But I wasn’t stupid.
The house