“Thanks. You’re a pretty good student.” He smiled down at me. “And a pretty student.”
Naturally, I blushed. But that didn’t stop me from enjoying the lesson.
Denver took me through a couple of different kinds of steps, but then there was a knock on the door. My wonderful dance partner stopped abruptly. “Shit… I forgot that this room was booked at four. Time flies when you’re having fun, right?”
“It sure does.”
We packed up and vacated the room, but even that didn’t break the spell. It felt like I was floating on air, somehow. And it was all because of Denver. Well, mostly because of Denver. It wouldn’t have been the same without Austin there, too. “I meant what I said. You’re a really good teacher. Why don’t you teach dance classes instead of fitness?”
Denver looked down at me with a rueful smile. “I’d love to, but there’s not a huge demand for that kind of thing in a town like Riverside. The few dance classes you can find at a community center or a gym, even this one, are taught by women.”
“Really?” That didn’t seem right. “Why would any woman want to learn from a female when they could learn by watching you?”
Denver laughed and put his arm around my shoulders as we walked to the front of the gym. “Thanks for the vote of confidence. I wish the management here thought that way. I have posted a few dance lessons online, though.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, up on YouTube. You should look at my channel sometime.”
“I’ll definitely do that.” Online, I could drool over Denver’s fantastic body all I wanted without worrying about him catching me looking.
Austin was waiting for us by the front desk. I felt a little awkward about him seeing Denver’s arm around me, but it didn’t seem to faze him. In fact, when we reached him, he fell into place on my other side, his arm slipping around my waist. We walked out that way, side by side, and for me it was like no one else existed in the world besides the twins. It wasn’t until we reached the parking lot that I realized I hadn’t even thought to check the perky ponytail lady’s reaction at the front desk.
We piled into Denver’s car for the short drive. I headed upstairs the minute we got home until Austin called out to me.
“What’s your hurry? We’re going to get a snack. Want to hang with us a bit?”
Turning, I came back down to the living room where the twins were dropping their bags and kicking off their shoes. “I’d love to, but I need to go up to my room and work on some job applications.” I winced, realizing what I’d just said. “I mean, go up to your room, Denver.” I still felt bad about kicking him out of his own space. Obviously I needed to figure out something to do about that, but I didn’t quite know what.
“Mi room es su room,” Denver said, with a gallant little bow. “Or whatever the word for room is. You’d think that, living with Tonio, we’d know a bit more Spanish.”
“Thank you, but I still feel guilty about it.”
“Keep the room as long as you like,” Austin said. “I don’t mind bunking with this guy.”
“Speak for yourself,” his brother retorted. “Last night you must’ve been dreaming of wrestling mountain lions because you were thrashing all over the place.”
“If that’s a problem, it’s easily solved. You can go back to your bed and Emma can come sleep with me.”
Heat coursed through me at the thought even though he was obviously joking.
Denver shook his head. “She’s already settled. Maybe I should just share my bed with her. Your bed’s so lumpy.”
The word lump somehow reminded me of the bulges in the twins’ shorts as they pressed against me today. And then of the way those tiny thongs had showcased their dicks at the club. And that reminded me of their signature move, when one of them did a split on the ground, his huge package resting on the stage, and the other jumped up and touched his toes with his fingers, his package hanging free in midair.
“There’s nothing sweeter than the blush of a true blonde,” Austin observed, and Denver nodded in agreement.
“I, um, I have to go,” I said, all but dashing for the stairs.
“To work on your job applications?” Austin called, somewhat skeptically.
“Right,” I stammered, reaching Denver’s room and closing the door behind me. There was something I really needed to do, but it definitely didn’t involve searching through job listings.
8
Emma
“You two are weird, you know that?”
Since I had my head buried against Knox’s chest, I couldn’t tell which twin had said that. I shrugged it off, but one of Knox’s large, strong arms moved away from my back. I twisted my head in time to see him raising his middle finger in the twins’ direction.