6. Tucker

CHAPTER 6

The clanking of weights clashing against metal drowns out the anger rolling through me as Windsor's rejection repeatedly plays in my head. Rejection is probably too strong a word since we don't have a relationship, but it still stung.

"Who the fuck are these friends of hers? Have they been vetted?" Tanner snaps as he leans over me. His agitation is more shocking than mine. I'm always pissed off; him, not so much.

"Not our job, man," I huff as I place the bar back on the bench and sit up.

"The fuck it isn't. She's our woman, whether she knows it or not!" With that comment, he walks away from me to the locker room.

Ten minutes later, he returns, freshly showered in a pair of sweats and a T-shirt. Leaving without a word, it vaguely worries me what he's about to do. Shaking off the thoughts of my brother and Windsor, I get on the treadmill and begin running to work off this pulsing need in my veins.

My time spent in the military has allowed me to maintain my infamous control despite the constant need to vent my frustrations. It's not often that I do or say something I regret because I'm always precise in my actions and words. However, Windsor has thrown me for a loop, and it's apparent she's done the same to my twin.

After an hour of running, I finally hit the showers, allowing the steaming hot water to relax my muscles as I lean my hands against the tiled wall in front of me.

Closing my eyes, Windsor immediately pops to mind, and I get lost in the memory of her willowy body underneath mine, and I can't help groaning as one hand reaches down for my cock and begins slowly stroking.

Her body is so fucking soft, so sweet as she rubs against me. Eyes closed, mouth slightly agape as she moans a beautiful sound that makes my dick twitch while sucking on a perky nipple. Her hands rest on my chest, clenching those delicate fingers. With the tiny tips of her nails digging into my bare flesh, I feel feral. Like I'm a king, and she's my slave.

The bed dips as Tanner joins us, his mouth taking hers and swallowing down her pleasurable sounds. Kissing my way along her body, I pull her white thong off with a single tug, stuffing the ripped material into my pocket.

Spreading her legs apart, I'm mildly surprised that she's trimmed down here. A small tuft of hair sits above her pulsing clit, and I want nothing more than to suck that tender bundle of nerves into my mouth and make her scream. I want her squirming first, begging us for the pleasure we'll both bring her.

Pushing her thighs as far as they'll stretch, I glance up to see Tan has her distracted, and I blow a brush of cool air across her dewy lips, enjoying the way she leaks a little more honey for us. Nuzzling my face all around her arousal, I inhale like I'm trying to imprint her into my mind…my body. I need more of Windsor, and nothing short of my cock in her tight little hole will do.

Using my thumbs, I part her swollen lips and lick right up her center, groaning at her wild flavor—raspberries and summer, sweet with a hint of sour. Utter perfection. I want more.

Diving in, I push my tongue inside her body and lick her like my favorite ice cream. I could survive on her arousal for the rest of my life and never want for anything else again.

"Tucker!" she cries out as an orgasm races through her body. Shit, she's fucking sensitive.

"Fuck!" I hiss as the memory reminds my body of the way she sucked me dry in minutes. Squeezing my dick until it hurts, I watch my wasted seed wash down the watery drain, and I feel nothing but regret that we didn't make our intentions known before we left to help our father that morning.

Washing up quickly, I get dressed and decide to make a stop at a bar. I don't want to go home and worry about how my brother is feeling when I can't get ahold of myself, either. Drowning my sorrows alone is for the best right now.

A decision I'll come to regret.

Tanner

"You look like shit," I hiss at Tucker as he stumbles into our shared penthouse. "You smell like a fucking brothel." I'll fucking kill him if he went and fucked some random woman. Not because he did it without me but because that means Windsor doesn't mean as much to him as she does to me.

"Fuck off." His glare is less heated as he wobbles his way to his room.

"I'll be at work!" I shout, hoping that I cause that headache he's sporting some fucking pain. If he ruined shit with Windsor over this, I don't know if I'll ever forgive him.

Waiting for the elevator is like torture today. It seems like hours pass as I wait for it to reach our floor, and the longer I stand there, the more my anger grows and finally explodes as I abandon my spot and head back to our place to rip my brother a new one.

"You son of a bitch! Was fucking some random chick worth it?" I barely think I enter Tuck's bedroom and let my fist fly, hitting him square in the jaw. He tumbles backward, landing flat on his bed, bouncing once before becoming immobile.

"I didn't," he grunts, standing up. Anger flares in his eyes. "I could have. Was offered half a dozen times, but I didn't fucking touch anyone."

"You just let them touch you." I saw a lipstick stain on his shirt when he walked in. His casual shrug makes me swing again. This time, he thwarts my shot and lands one of his own in my gut.

"I didn't fuck anyone!" he shouts down at me.

Standing up straight, I decide I believe him. Tucker has never lied to me before, but I'm still pissed. "It doesn't fucking matter, you still betrayed her." My voice is low and calm, and I think it finally sinks in for him that he fucked up by letting someone else touch him because he drops down onto the bed and buries his head in his hands.

"Take a shower, get some sleep, and fucking stay home today," I tell him, leaving again, this time not waiting for the elevator and taking the stairs to the lobby before heading into the office. I already dread the partial lie I'll have to tell Windsor because I know she'll ask where Tucker is. Her concern will be genuine, and I'll be adding fuel to the already burning fire inside my brother because she will eventually find out. These things always come to light.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

I'm tempted to go back and kick his ass until I see Windsor coming up the street, distracting me and stealing my attention.

"Good morning!" I greet cheerfully, pleased to see her after the incident at home.

"Oh, Mr. Graham, good morning. It sure is nice out today." White clouds pepper the vibrant blue sky as the sun shines brightly.

"Sure is. But, please, call me Tanner. No need to be so formal." I give her a smile that I hope she takes as sincere. I long to hear my name on her lips. "Unless you call me that because you don't know which one I am." She laughs when I wink at her playfully, and I'm instantly addicted to the sound and vow to make it happen more often.

"Actually, I do know the difference between the two of you. It's in your eyes and the wrinkles on your forehead." I feign insult at her observation.

"Wrinkles? Am I old enough for those?"

She laughs again as we walk into the building together. "Well, it doesn't really matter because Tucker is the one with more. Probably from all the scowling he does." Her playful attitude makes my heart swell.

"This is very true. I try telling him to laugh more, but he just deepens those glares." Or spends half the fucking night drinking.

The mood sours and she can sense my frustration, so we ride quietly up to our floor. Greeted with a smile and a questioning glance from Kathleen, I shake my head for her not to go there. I can't handle explaining my brother right now. Not when I'm still so fucking pissed.

"Is Tucker coming in?" Windsor asks after putting her things away and flipping through her paper calendar. "He has two meetings this afternoon and a warehouse call in an hour. Should I reschedule them?"

"I'll take them. I had planned on joining them anyway." A lie. I fucking hate lying, but I won't mess up the business on his account. "If you could go down to the ninth floor and grab the files for me, though?"

"Sure thing. Want a coffee on my way back in?" She reaches for my mug as I nod. "Back in a jiff."

Jiff? I laugh to myself. The woman has been handed some shit things in her life, and still, she's so damn pure. Too good for the likes of us.

The sobering thought makes me wonder if Tuck has the right idea. Letting her go. She's young and has a lot of life left to live. She likely doesn't want to be saddled down with a couple of men in their thirties. We're quite a bit older than her. For all I know, that could be a turn-off for her. But damn, the way she responded to us.

I can still feel the way her pussy contracted around my dick when I was buried ten inches inside her welcoming heat. You can't fake that kind of attraction. It was instant for all of us from the moment we met. I've never felt that way before.

"I don't like that look on your face," Kathleen mutters from the doorframe as she stares down the hallway. "You guys want her," she points out. I can't deny it. "She feels the same. You two chuckleheads need to get your heads out of your asses, though, and step up."

"What do you know?" I sit up straighter behind my desk as my email starts dinging.

"She's lonely. She's fighting her attraction to you two, and she's suffering with the knowledge that she has two sisters who could change her world, but she's terrified of ruining theirs." Sadness envelops me at the thought that she feels like she isn't worthy of family.

"We'll get it figured out," I promise before she goes back to her desk. A minute later, Windsor returns with the files and a hot coffee.

Handing me the steaming cup, she watches me take a big gulp before placing the files on my desk. "This is different." There's a spice to it. I usually take my caffeine kick black, but this is new…good. "What's in it?"

"Allspice and vanilla. I accidentally discovered it when I was baking carrot muffins as a teenager. There was kind of an explosion of ingredients in my kitchen when I dropped a bag of flour, and they spilled into my coffee. Thought you might like it."

"I do. It's delicious." She smiles stunningly at my praise. Fuck, I wish Tucker were here to see this side of Windsor. The asshole.

Tucker

Regret bubbles in my gut as flashbacks from the night before play in my mind. I'd gone to some hole-in-the-wall bar and drank enough to black out in a hotel room, but what fucks with me most is the woman that keeps flashing in and out of my vision. I know I didn't fuck her, but she was there in the room. We shared the bed.

Her scent permeates my clothes, and red lipstick stains my shirt and neck. I'm also missing my fucking wallet. I don't know what her game was, but nothing good could come of it. Getting up from bed, I make a call to our financial advisor and have him cancel all my cards and get on issuing new ones—just to be on the safe side.

Stripping off my clothes, I head to the shower and scrub until my skin's rubbed red and I feel more human than when I entered the penthouse and Tanner lost his shit on me. It was deserved, but I could have gone without the shot to my face despite how deserving it was, acknowledging that I would have done worse to him if roles were reversed. The thing is, if Tanner were feeling as shitty as I was, he wouldn't have been as fucking stupid as me, so it's not something we even have to worry about.

After toweling off, I get dressed, intending to go into the office, regardless of my brother wanting me to stay home. He'll have taken my meetings, so I decide to bring in lunch as a way to apologize for my absence and my shit last night.

Placing an online order with a deli down the street, I make my way there, knowing it'll be ready by the time I arrive. Grabbing a few sodas and the food, I walk quickly to the office, the anticipation of seeing Windsor heating my blood.

I tip my head to the security guard and travel upstairs. Kathleen nods her thanks when I hand her food over, and my spine tingles when I hear Windsor's laughter from our office.

With a smile on my face, I enter and immediately scowl when I find Tanner missing, and the reason Windsor is laughing is because one of our brokers from the fourth floor is sitting across from her desk, looking mighty comfortable. I liked the guy, not so much anymore. He seems entirely too at home in the presence of my woman.

"Why the fuck aren't you working?" I snap, and he jumps to attention. Not many people can tell the difference between Tanner and me, so I'm surprised when Windsor has no problem.

"Sorry, Mr. Graham!" he says sharply, still not leaving.

"Tucker," Windsor growls, and it makes my dick twitch.

"Why are you still here?" I ask him.

He stutters a bit before muttering, "See you tonight, Windsor."

"Bye, Tim." She waves and rolls her eyes at me. "That was rude."

"I pay him to work, not flirt." I'm having trouble releasing my jealousy now. "What's tonight?" Better not be a fucking date.

"A group of people are going to dinner; Tim came up to invite me." She sits back down, dismissing me, and I grow more unsettled.

"And decided he didn't need to leave?"

She rolls her eyes, and I want to swat her ass. "He was here for two minutes. Why are you here? Tanner said you weren't feeling well."

What comes out of my mouth next is driven by pure jealousy and blind rage because, otherwise, I'd have kept my mouth firmly shut. "I had a late date; he was giving me time to get some rest." The surprise on her face, followed by the hurt, makes me want to jump out the window directly across from me.

"You son of a bitch," I hear my twin hiss behind me, and I hang my head in shame. "I fucking told you to keep your ass home today. What the fuck are you doing here?" I will pay for this painfully tonight because I can't even defend myself this time. Fuck.

"I brought lunch." Placing it on Windsor's desk, I turn back around and leave as quickly as I came, feeling even worse than I did thinking about what happened last night. I keep fucking up and can't seem to put a stop to it.

Instead of returning home, I go back up to the gym. I need to work off this weird energy flowing through me and get my head on straight again.