STRIPTEASED (Roommate Reverse Harem Romance)

“See? They’re good, aren’t they?” Sonia’s taller friend asked me.

“God, yes.”

Sonia laughed. “Don’t forget about my brother, but yeah, you’re right. They’re fucking incredible.”

It might have been the first time in our short acquaintance that Sonia and I genuinely agreed on something. The dance was absolutely mesmerizing. Women roared as the twins tossed their caps out into the crowd, revealing light brown hair that stuck up in a stylish but unpretentious way. Their faces were tan, with honey-colored eyes that gleamed. Both had strong, aristocratic noses and clean-shaven jaws.

In spite of the way their hips were moving, the men looked, somehow, like real people. Well, hot as hell, but like the kind of guy you might see at the grocery store. Sure, you’d drop your purse and crash your cart into something after seeing him, but you wouldn’t be surprised he was there.

They had a kind of boy-next-door and all-American vibe to them. But then one of them would flash a knowing grin or run his fingers suggestively across the bulge in his pants, and the illusion of normalcy vanished and he’d become the personification of lust.

The women in the crowd certainly agreed about the lust part. Many were reaching out to them, shouting at them to take their clothes off. One twin moved behind the other and began unbuttoning his brother’s camouflage shirt from behind. The screaming reached ear-damaging levels even though the twin in front appeared to have on a t-shirt or undershirt underneath.

Once all the buttons were undone, the man in front grabbed the base of his shirt, pulling one side down over his shoulder, then the other. He dropped to his knees, grinding his hips as he teased the shirt off slowly. Suddenly the other twin jumped over him, landing on his knees in front of his brother. He ripped his shirt open, and now they were teasing the audience in unison, manipulating their shirts off their massive biceps and down their forearms.

A roar of approval signaled the moment both outer shirts came off and flew out into the crowd. My body heated at the thought of them taking more off. Somehow, I hadn’t been affected by the men who’d been on stage before, but with these two it was a different story. The music wasn’t the only thing throbbing. My pulse seemed to be beating to the rhythm, and I could feel it all through my body. My entire body.

What was with me? I was getting married. The only man I should feel excited about was Clint. Prior to tonight, he was the only man I’d even seen with his clothes off. And while sex with him was okay, and occasionally gave me an orgasm, I couldn’t remember feeling this excited when I was with him.

It must be the alcohol.

Speaking of which, since every woman in the place had her eyes glued to the twins, that meant the line for the bathroom probably wasn’t too long. I shouted over the noise to tell my companions I’d be back. Sonia’s eyes never left the identical men who were now dancing and gyrating at opposite ends of the stage.

I made my way from the table, pretty sure that no one had even noticed I’d left.

2

Emma

After emerging from the restroom, I pushed through the crowd of excited women, in no hurry to rejoin my future sister-in-law. Though I tried, I didn’t really feel comfortable with Clint’s family. We were staying with his parents until we found an apartment, which, well, wasn’t much fun. They still had a framed picture of Clint and his high school girlfriend on the mantel. Every time I entered the living room, I had to see his arm around a gorgeous young woman who looked like a prom queen.

Still, it had been decent of Sonia to step up and host my bachelorette party, even though I never would have dreamed I’d be in a place like this. I hardly ever went to regular clubs, let alone strip clubs. I was still a bit surprised that Clint hadn’t objected, but I suppose that since it was his sister’s idea, it was okay with him.

“Emma, over here!”

The shorter and friendlier of Sonia’s two friends was over by the bar. She was twisting one brunette curl around her finger when I joined her.

“I wanted to buy you a drink because I haven’t yet. I figured with everyone watching those two, we could actually get near the bar.”

She was right. While it was by no means uncrowded, we were able to slip through the throng of women to hover at the end of the bar. The bartender, a handsome dark-haired man, was serving some tipsy women at the other end.

“Those guys are pretty incredible, aren’t they?” she asked.

I glanced toward the stage. Both twins had their belts off and were twirling them around in well-rehearsed unison. Once the belts were gone, it seemed it was the t-shirts’ turn. However, this time they weren’t in lockstep. One twin tugged his shirt up slowly, revealing the most impressive abs I’d ever seen. His brother, however, reached one hand behind his head, grabbed the neck of his shirt, and ripped it off. Both the slow tease and the more direct approach were pretty damn effective.