you enough attention,
or affection or something?”
Wow, that was what
she was worried about?
Tyler shrugged. “We’ll sort all that out. Three-part families
like ours have been working for the perfect pairs in our line for centuries.”
Laura’s eyes lit up a little. “Can you tell me more about the
whole perfect pair thing? About you two, and your family?”
Tyler looked over at his brother and raised his eyebrows.
Your hormones under control?
“You wanna ’ take this one?”
Brandon chugged on his beer, then set
it down on the table, empty.
“Our family is huge, as you saw the other day. We’re all big,
loud, and so tightly knitted together that Tyler and I have got into more
fights than I can count defending our cousins or each other.”
Great, idiot. Do
you want her to think we’re meatheads?
He was surprised as hell when Laura laughed and her eyes lit up.
“Renee too?”
This time Brandon laughed and Tyler sat back, feeling the air
around them begin to warm up. Like the sun coming out on a frosty morning, the drops
of ice melting away.
“Renee? Not since junior high school. We taught her how to
fight, and after she floored a guy in high school, she never got picked on
again.”
Laura laughed again, the sound like a smooth whiskey sliding
down his throat.
“I wish I’d had brothers like you at Uni. I could have used some
help.”
Tyler smiled at her. “Needed a guy or two punched up?”
“Oh yeah.” Laura nodded, then frowned, her face showing signs of remembering
something horrible.
He rushed to fix it. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to
bring up something upsetting.”
“Oh no, it’s fine.” Laura slid back and crossed her arms over
her chest.
Fuck!
“What?” Brandon’s voice was hard and his face looked angry.
Laura looked up and seemed to relax as she stared at him for a
moment. “It’s nothing.”
“Spit it out.” Brandon demanded and Laura sighed, relaxing her
arms but continuing to fidget with her clothes.
“I…I’ve always lost boyfriends because they want me to be
skinnier, or whatever… and I’ve never been able to change. I know you’ve said I
look fine, Brandon, but…I don’t really want to lose you over that.”
Tyler had to say something. “Laura, you’re our mate. Fate designed
you to be perfect for us. I wouldn’t change a thing about your size, shape, or your
style of beauty. You’re gorgeous.”
He stared at his brother, willing Brandon not to say the wrong
thing.
Brandon nodded. “You’re perfect, and I can’t wait to get my hands
on those gorgeous big tits and ass of yours.”
Laura inhaled sharply for a moment and Tyler’s heart sank. Then
she burst into a giggle, her cheeks flushing with pleasure.
“Why do I actually believe you? Despite the fact I know you guys
have probably always dated tiny women, I feel like you’re telling me the truth.
You’ve never looked at me with anything other than desire.”
Tyler laughed and Brandon even chuckled.
“Observant, aren’t you?”
She shrugged and smiled.
“It’s great that you feel that way, because it’s true and if you
ever get worried about that, you need to remember that you are our perfect
match.”
Laura relaxed enough to reach forward and take a sip of wine.
“Can you tell me about that?”
This was better for him to explain probably.
“A perfect pair by definition is a nonidentical twin set of men who compliment each other and have opposite strengths and
weaknesses. This is so that we can give our mate everything she needs.”
Laura crossed her legs toward him and his belly tightened in
arousal.
“Well, isn’t she a lucky woman?” Her eyes sparkled with fun as
he watched her absorbing the information he was giving her.
“She’s more than that. If she was made for me she’d be
beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and sassy, with a huge heart. Everything I’ve
ever wanted.”
Brandon cleared his throat. “And if she was made for me she’d be
sensual, funny,
or affection or something?”
Wow, that was what
she was worried about?
Tyler shrugged. “We’ll sort all that out. Three-part families
like ours have been working for the perfect pairs in our line for centuries.”
Laura’s eyes lit up a little. “Can you tell me more about the
whole perfect pair thing? About you two, and your family?”
Tyler looked over at his brother and raised his eyebrows.
Your hormones under control?
“You wanna ’ take this one?”
Brandon chugged on his beer, then set
it down on the table, empty.
“Our family is huge, as you saw the other day. We’re all big,
loud, and so tightly knitted together that Tyler and I have got into more
fights than I can count defending our cousins or each other.”
Great, idiot. Do
you want her to think we’re meatheads?
He was surprised as hell when Laura laughed and her eyes lit up.
“Renee too?”
This time Brandon laughed and Tyler sat back, feeling the air
around them begin to warm up. Like the sun coming out on a frosty morning, the drops
of ice melting away.
“Renee? Not since junior high school. We taught her how to
fight, and after she floored a guy in high school, she never got picked on
again.”
Laura laughed again, the sound like a smooth whiskey sliding
down his throat.
“I wish I’d had brothers like you at Uni. I could have used some
help.”
Tyler smiled at her. “Needed a guy or two punched up?”
“Oh yeah.” Laura nodded, then frowned, her face showing signs of remembering
something horrible.
He rushed to fix it. “Sorry. Didn’t mean to
bring up something upsetting.”
“Oh no, it’s fine.” Laura slid back and crossed her arms over
her chest.
Fuck!
“What?” Brandon’s voice was hard and his face looked angry.
Laura looked up and seemed to relax as she stared at him for a
moment. “It’s nothing.”
“Spit it out.” Brandon demanded and Laura sighed, relaxing her
arms but continuing to fidget with her clothes.
“I…I’ve always lost boyfriends because they want me to be
skinnier, or whatever… and I’ve never been able to change. I know you’ve said I
look fine, Brandon, but…I don’t really want to lose you over that.”
Tyler had to say something. “Laura, you’re our mate. Fate designed
you to be perfect for us. I wouldn’t change a thing about your size, shape, or your
style of beauty. You’re gorgeous.”
He stared at his brother, willing Brandon not to say the wrong
thing.
Brandon nodded. “You’re perfect, and I can’t wait to get my hands
on those gorgeous big tits and ass of yours.”
Laura inhaled sharply for a moment and Tyler’s heart sank. Then
she burst into a giggle, her cheeks flushing with pleasure.
“Why do I actually believe you? Despite the fact I know you guys
have probably always dated tiny women, I feel like you’re telling me the truth.
You’ve never looked at me with anything other than desire.”
Tyler laughed and Brandon even chuckled.
“Observant, aren’t you?”
She shrugged and smiled.
“It’s great that you feel that way, because it’s true and if you
ever get worried about that, you need to remember that you are our perfect
match.”
Laura relaxed enough to reach forward and take a sip of wine.
“Can you tell me about that?”
This was better for him to explain probably.
“A perfect pair by definition is a nonidentical twin set of men who compliment each other and have opposite strengths and
weaknesses. This is so that we can give our mate everything she needs.”
Laura crossed her legs toward him and his belly tightened in
arousal.
“Well, isn’t she a lucky woman?” Her eyes sparkled with fun as
he watched her absorbing the information he was giving her.
“She’s more than that. If she was made for me she’d be
beautiful, intelligent, sweet, and sassy, with a huge heart. Everything I’ve
ever wanted.”
Brandon cleared his throat. “And if she was made for me she’d be
sensual, funny,
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