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by Sean Michael
Category: Erotica/Gay-Lesbian Erotica/Romance
Description: When his younger twin brothers Darius and Devin wreck everything in his life in just a few short days, big brother Clay decides to enlist the help of a friend. Bake is a top at a club called the Hammer, and knows just how to handle two subby boys, even if no one else can tell them apart. Bake is a twin himself, and knows about the special kind of bond that creates. Dare and Dev might be a little closer than Bake and his twin, Bean, have ever been, but that doesn't stop him from understanding their needs. Meanwhile, Bean meets their big brother Clay, who's just back from his tour in the military, and thinks he's found a treasure like nothing he's ever seen. Clay isn't into games, and Bean loves his straightforward style. What should be a perfect solution for all of the brothers, though, turns out to be more complicated than anyone expects. From family jealousy to threats they could never imagine, the boys will have to be tough to take on what life throws their way. Is there strength in numbers, or will both families be torn apart?
eBook Publisher: Torquere Press/Top Shelf, 2010 www.torquerepress.com
eBookwise Release Date: September 2010
80 Reader Ratings:
Available eBook Formats: OEBFF Format (IMP) [287 KB]
Reading time: 182-255 min.
Bean walked into the Hammer, nodding at the bouncer at the door. They all knew he was Bake's brother and had a standing guest pass.
It was Friday night and the place was jumping. Bean was looking for his twin, though, so he just waved to the people he knew and kept going until he saw Bake sitting at the bar, tossing back peanuts.
Bake saw him coming and gave him a lazy grin. "Hey, baby brother."
He stuck his tongue out at Bake. "We're twins."
Bake shrugged. "I was born first."
Bean rolled his eyes. "Did you get me a beer at least?"
Bake nodded to the bartender, who handed over a large glass with a good head on it.
"Cool." Bake owed him dinner on a little wager they'd made over last night's game. It figured his twin would drag him here to pay up. Not that he minded that much; it was fun to watch. As long as no one started bleeding.
He took a sip of his beer and looked around the club; there was usually a show on Friday nights. It was slowly filling, but there wasn't anyone on stage yet, just the usual suspects -- people drinking and laughing and milling around. "You meeting anyone later?"
Bake was a Top with a capital T, and he liked playing with the bottom boys.
Bake shook his head. "Nah. I mean, if I hook up with someone, cool, but I don't have anything planned."
"We could go out. Go dancing."
Bake grinned at him. "We could dance here."
"Bake, you got a minute?" The deep, husky voice hit Bean square between the shoulders before he could answer, the sound pure, perfect sex. Bean bit his lip but couldn't stop the moan; he hoped the sound of the club would cover it up.
Bake smiled over his shoulder. "Sure, Clay. How're you doing, man?"
Bean glanced back as casually as he could.
Broad, solid, and so fine, a clean-cut, square-jawed man stood there, bright blue eyes flashing. "I have a couple of problems that I need help with."
Bean stopped all pretence of casual, turning around to lean back against Bake's bulk and just stare.