“Lot to ask of a female.” He didn’t understand women. At least with men he knew what motivated them—power, money, and their dicks.
Women were a whole different breed with their emotional needs, their gentler temperament, their soft, fragile bodies.
He looked down at his large, worn hands. That was him. Oversized, and rough around the edges. Not exactly a catch.
But Max was. Women flocked to him.
Max rested his elbow on the window frame. “That’s part of the reason we’ve moved back to Haven; ménage relationships are practically the norm around here.”
They’d lived in Haven until they were fifteen, and their mother married Gary. Then they’d moved to a small town just outside Dallas that Logan and Max had hated. Of course, they’d probably have hated anywhere they’d had to live with Gary. That asshole had made all their lives hell.
If their dad hadn’t died, their lives would have taken a very different path. Logan had taken a job on an oil rig as soon as he turned eighteen and Max had joined the armed forces. They hadn’t wanted to leave their mom—she was the only reason they’d stayed as long as they had—but they couldn’t bear staying with that jerk any longer.
Being separated from each other had been hard. They’d always had a special relationship—closer than most brothers.
Their dad had been a good guy. He’d shown them how to treat a woman. How to care for her. He’d cherished the ground his wife had walked on. If he’d still been alive, she wouldn’t have ended up so frail that a winter cold had turned into a bout pneumonia.
Logan knew Max still felt guilty that he hadn’t been there for her. He’d been overseas and hadn’t managed to return home before she died. Logan had arrived in time to say goodbye so at least she hadn’t died alone. Gary had been too busy to sit by his dying wife’s bedside.
“We discussed this, Logan. You agreed that sharing a woman was what we both wanted.”
Because Max had wanted his agreement. Logan didn’t like to argue. Many an idiot had tried to pick a fight with him because of his size, only to be disappointed as he walked away. Nope, arguments weren’t his thing. If he didn’t want to do something, he didn’t do it. And if a woman didn’t want him then he wasn’t going to force her to take him on just because Max thought they came as some sort of damn package deal.
They’d shared women before. Just sexual encounters, but he couldn’t deny how right it had felt. Oh, it had been a little weird in the beginning. Logan had been worried about accidentally touching Max’s cock. He might like sharing women with his brother but that didn’t mean he wanted to be up close and personal with his brother’s love snake. But he liked how much pleasure they could bring a woman when they worked together.
“Most women won’t want two men. Not permanently.”
“I don’t think we’ll have any problems finding a woman who’ll want us,” Max said arrogantly.
Logan didn’t share his confidence. “You won’t. Women like you.”
“Maybe if you talked to them instead of just grunting or ignoring them, women would pay attention to you as well. If you don’t watch out, you’ll get RSI in your wrist, because I know damn well you aren’t getting relief any other way.”
Logan snarled at his brother.
Max just glared back at him. “Women aren’t evil, you know. You can let one get close to you.”
“I’m not ready for a relationship.”
“So that means you can’t get laid? That you have to be a damn monk until you find ‘the one’?”
What was wrong with that? He’d had his share of meaningless sex when he was younger. It didn’t interest him any longer. The women who hung around Max didn’t even get his dick hard. He was starting to wonder if there was something wrong with him.
But he wasn’t going to tell his brother that.
“Sharing a wife is what we’ve always talked about, Logan. Taking care of her together. Giving her twice as much love. And pleasure.”
She’d have to be a pretty special woman.
“And what if she doesn’t want me?”
“Then she’s not the one for us.” Max sighed and ran his hand through his dark hair. They weren’t identical twins. Logan was taller and wider with light-brown hair and hazel eyes, whereas Max’s eyes were gray, his hair darker.
“Why are we talking about this? We agreed to wait until the ranch was making good money to even think about looking for a woman to settle down with.”
That was one thing they agreed on. Because any woman of theirs was going to be protected, pampered and cherished. No working herself into an early grave just to put food on the table.
“Yeah, I know,” Max said. “We’re not in a place to care for a woman right now. But eventually we will be, and I need to know you’re with me on this.”