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enjoying the hell out of trying.”
    Cash deftly unfastens the single button of the shirt I’m
wearing–his shirt–and pushes it from my shoulders.   I’m not feeling very sexy, but I don’t
have to tell him that. He’s so intuitive, he already knows.   And it shows in the way he makes love to
me, the way he kisses me with such tenderness, the way he holds me like I might
break.   Cash can be rough and wild
in bed, nipping with his teeth and pushing me past the point of ecstasy, past what
I think my body can take.   But he
knows it better than I do, and he plays it like an instrument he was made to
master. I take him in willingly, all that he has to give. I revel in it, eating
up every nuance of his attention.   Every moment with him is pure bliss and wicked, wicked pleasure.
    But there are also times like these, when he speaks to me
through his contact.   When he tells
me he loves me through every lick of his tongue.   When he tells me that he needs me
through every thrust of his body.   And when it’s all said and done, and I’m lying in his arms, too limp to
move, he tells me that it’s all going to be okay with every precious kiss that he
sprinkles on my face.
    And it will. It will all be okay. I just have to trust in
that.

 

CHAPTER TWO- CASH

 
    Dec 24

 
    “Glad you could make it home for the holidays, man,” I tell
Nash when he shows up in the door to my office at Dual.   He thought maybe the winds would slow
them down and they wouldn’t make Christmas, but evidently that didn’t happen.
    “I am, too.   Marissa
was determined to get here in time.   We, uh, we’ve got more to celebrate than baby Jesus.”   He’s wearing a
half-smile that reminds me again of how much he’s changed.
    “What’s the good news?” I ask, getting up and rounding my
desk.
    “Marissa’s pregnant,” he announces, the half-smile turning
into a full, thousand watt one.
    “Oh shit,” I blurt in dread.   I drop my head into my hand as I lean
against the edge of the desk.   But
then, when I realize how that must’ve sounded, I straighten and give my brother
the smile he deserves. “I mean, congratulations, man.   That’s great news!”
    I hug my brother, thumping him on the back a few times
before I pull away.   He’s still
smiling, but now a frown is pulling his brows together.   Obviously my initial reaction didn’t go
unnoticed.
    “You sure?   ‘Cause it doesn’t sound like you really mean that.”
    He’s not being a dick about it, which he probably has every
right to be.   Who wants good news to
be received with an Oh shit of doom?
    “Yeah, I’m sure.   Sorry about that. I just…Eh, it’s nothing.”
    Nothing except it’ll break Olivia’s heart and make her feel
even worse about our situation.
    “Dude, we’re twins. I can read you better than you
think.   But seriously, a complete
stranger wouldn’t believe a damn word you’re saying right now.   What’s up?”
    “I don’t wanna rain on your parade,
Nash. It’s nothing that we need to talk about when you’ve got this going on.”
    Rather than arguing, my brother just sits down in the chair
by the door, reaches over to pull it shut and then crosses his arms over his
chest as he stares at me.
    “Does this mean you’re not leaving until you get an
answer?”   He just smiles.   I roll my eyes. “Fine,” I say as I walk
back to sit back down behind my desk.   I pick up the pen I was using, clicking and unclicking the button in
agitation.   This is touchy shit to be
sharing with somebody else, even if he is my brother.
    “Ah hell, is it that bad?”
    I shrug.   Maybe
not to him, but it’s crushing Olivia a little more
every month.   And watching her go
through this is damn near killing me.
    “We’ve been trying to pregnant for a while now.   It’s just not happening.”
    “Oh,” Nash replies flatly.   Yeah, now he gets it.   “Well, if you need some pointers, I’d be
glad to tell you how to get the job