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My blood pumps. This gets my adrenaline spiked.

“Are you being serious?” I ask him.

His face is hard as stone. The same stone-cold look I always have. “Yeah, man. No one will know. I’ll stay down here for a bit and be all serious and brooding. Just go upstairs and do your thing. Come down and get me when you’re done, and we’ll trade spots, then I’ll go for round two.”

I shake my head but can’t shake the throbbing in my dick. “Maison man, I appreciate the thought, but that’s over the top, even for me.”

He always worries too much about what I might do when I get into my moods. He places his arm on my shoulder. “Come on, Micah. She will calm you down and you know it. She’s so drunk she won’t even know the difference. And who’s to say if it was you hitting on her first, it wouldn’t be you she’s spreading her legs for right now?”

Fuck. This is so crazy it might actually work. And it will be worth it because Olivia is seriously hot. Maison and I do share everything. Why not this? Plus, it will feel good to fuck the ex-girlfriend of that asshole Fitzgerald. I’ll shit talk him about it next time we play them. That will fucking distract him on the ice.

I bite the inside of my cheek. “I don’t know, Maison. This feels wrong.”

He cocks a brow and gives me his usual smirk. “Last chance, bro. She is seriously hot. She’s in bed naked, waiting for one of us. Might as well be you first.”

My dick is beyond excited now. All my pent-up adrenaline shoots right to it. I shake my head and walk past him, back toward the house, ignoring his shit-eating grin. “You’re such an idiot, Maison.”

I can’t believe I’m about to do this.

The party has died out. People are either stumbling home, passed out, or still drinking in the kitchen. No one noticed Maison and I switched personas the second we walked back in.

I grab a couple drinks and head upstairs, and Maison heads directly into the kitchen toward a couple of drunk chicks left at the party. I shake my head at him—chances are next time I’ll have to at least pretend to remember their names. Whenever we do this, I seem to get a bit more attention and smiles the next few days. I never ask what he says to them, and they never question whether it’s him or me.

He seems to be better at being me than I am.

I plant a grin on my face to channel my brother and take a deep breath to control my raging heartbeat. Our whole lives, no one can ever tell us apart unless we want them to. When we turn on the twin thing—it’s on.

We mean serious business.

My dick’s already throbbing when I hit the top of the stairs of Ezra’s dad’s mansion. Ezra and his family have relied on our reputation for a long time, and their house isn’t as big as ours. His dad’s always borrowing money from mine to fund business deals.

The upstairs veers off into two wings, and I hang a left. It’s the third guest bedroom in, and always the one Maison crashes in. I make my way through the large hallway, the arched ceilings echoing the voices down below. But I’m alone up here—no one else in sight, which makes me feel better about what I plan on doing.

The bedroom door is open a tiny sliver and I nudge it, trying not to spill the two drinks in my hand. As I step inside the room, she’s laying in the bed just as he said she would be, and fuck me, she looks like perfection. A blanket is draped over her stomach, and her tits are hanging out. She has a small smirk on her heart-shaped face. The dim lamp is set on low beside her, and her blonde hair is still damp. She looks at me with her lips over her bottom teeth, and her eyes are glassy.

I can tell by the way Olivia carries herself that she knows what she’s doing. And unlike Naomi, at least she’s my age. The more experienced, the better. Not a lot of girls in this town can handle my shit, so usually I resort to one-night stands when we travel.

Maison knows me too well. He knows I needed this tonight, and it’s much easier for everyone if they catch feelings for him. He handles emotions better than I do, almost like I lost my capability for feeling when I lost all sensation in my hands, toes and ears from being stuck on that lake. I had to turn everything off just to survive it. I never turned it back on. I barely have any emotions, let alone dealing with other people’s shit. I’m a terrible boyfriend, but I love getting my dick sucked, so this is a win-win.

Her green eyes blink at me as I walk in. “What took you so long?” she asks.

Yeah, definitely a slur in her voice. Which is a good thing. It’s not like she knows Maison all that well. She won’t realize we switched. For a tiny second, I pause, and my heart ticks an extra beat. My fucking moral compass is setting off.

Fuck—can I actually do this?

She shifts a bit, causing her tits to bounce, and she smiles at me as my eyes move to her perfectly perky nipples. I’m more of an ass guy, but she’s got that going on, too. She has the whole package.

Yeah. I can definitely do this.

I walk over to her and slide in next to her, placing the drinks on the nightstand. “Sorry for keeping you waiting, baby. Micah was leaving, and I wanted to see if he was alright.”

Her eyes spark as she picks up the drink and takes a sip. “What’s wrong with him, anyway?” she asks.

I tense slightly. What does she mean what’s wrong with me? I shrug it off, just a momentary slipup. She wouldn’t notice my break in character or how much that fucking stings.

“He gets moody sometimes,” I explain, feeling a need to defend myself as I pull off my shirt.

She narrows her eyes but keeps them glued. “But why? He’s so mean, but he has so much going for him. Isn’t he the star of your team? He shouldn’t be like that.”