This was the life, Eric Sin Gant thought to himself as he stocked another row of ten-inch Caucasian toned dildos. The store he co-managed with his twin, Ellison, was simply called Pleasure. Three years of employment bliss, it was a dream job, and the best part was he got to work every day with his twin. Even if the little shit was as straight-laced as Ellison could get. There was a reason Ellison was called Saint. Being good was such a drag though. He left that bullshit to Saint.

He grabbed the display model and headed for the counter where Saint was huddled over his laptop doing the weekly accounting.

“Saint,” he called his brother’s name and was ignored. “Saint,” he repeated as he tapped his zoned-out brother’s cheek with the tip of the dong. “Saint, are you listening to me?” he drew out the last word until he had to catch his breath. He giggled as he smacked Saint harder with the silicone.

Saint slapped at the silicone. Sin watched his twin’s ice-blue eyes widen and then narrow.

“What the fuck do you…asshole, fucking stop!”

“Take a break.”

“No. Fred wants all this done for tomorrow, and I can’t play with the toys all day like you. I have to upload the new merchandise to the website.”

“You know what toy I want to play with, but you won’t let me attack him!”

“What is it I keep telling you about handcuffs and police records?”

“That it sounds like a party?” He smirked as Saint rolled his eyes. “Just because you’re all goody-goody and won’t join me in the kidnapping plot of having a hot Sheriff handcuffed to our bed, doesn’t mean I’ve given up on the idea.”

“Have you forgotten we’re a hundred and thirty pounds and too pretty for jail?”

“I’m not the one with the Biker Daddy Fetish, but the morals of an eighty-year-old nun.”

“I don’t have the morals of a nun. He doesn’t like us, Sin, or didn’t he make that clear enough when we asked him out?”

“He just doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“He practically ran from us.”

Ah fuck, he hated when his twin was sad because they fought a lot, but that’s just what they did. Their mother said they’d been fighting since conception. Saint was always the quieter and shyer of them. Their teen years were hell on Saint. Although, he’d tried his damnedest to make it as happy as possible for Saint. They’d tried modeling, but Saint always had an issue with losing weight, and took the brunt of nasty comments about some non-existent, okay, not to non-existent muffin top. So his twin didn’t have zero body fat, there wasn’t anything wrong with that.

“We just have to make him see us as mature.”

Saint arched a perfectly groomed brow, and he couldn’t help cackling as he noticed he was waving the dildo around as he talked.

“Mature, when have we ever been seen as mature?”

“It’s just a fucking thought.”

Saint jerked the toy out of his hand and slammed it down on the counter, and the suction cup caught. It swayed a few times before settling.

“Well, forget about it. I have to—”

The obscene moaning coming over the PA system signaled they had a customer. They both looked toward to the door and groaned in unison as the object of their obsession walked into the main room. Two-hundred-fifty pounds of prime, mature male in a Sheriff’s uniform swaggered in. His dark chestnut skin, perfection.

A well-aimed smack to the back of his head made him growl.

“Wipe the fucking drool,” Saint ordered. “Hello, Sheriff Pelter, what can we do for you today?”

“Cock rings, anal beads, we just got in—”

“Shut up,” Saint muttered under his breath.

“Eric, Ellison.” The Sheriff’s voice was like rough silk. It was a voice meant for dirty talk.

“We’ve told you to call us Sin and Saint.”

Camden ignored them and continued on, “Your neighbor came to see me again this morning.”

“She shouldn’t be looking in our windows.”

“I don’t think your stained-glass window installation in the backyard technically qualifies as your windows.”

“Naked Yoga is not against the law, and it is our backyard. There’s a fence. She shouldn’t be looking over it.”

“I’d appreciate it if you kept your yoga clothed or at least in the house. That old lady is driving me crazy. Last week it was your music. The week before it was—”

“Yes, sir, we’ll make sure we purport ourselves with a little more decorum in the future.”

Sin tried not to snort. Saint might be innocent as could be, but the man could bullshit with the best of them.

“Ellison,” Camden spoke.

With the authority in the Sheriff’s voice, Sin couldn’t mistake his twin’s almost invisible shiver. Anyone else wouldn’t have noticed, but he knew his brother and the man’s fetish for dominating men. If only his twin would just give in and not let his shyness get in the way of them getting what they wanted.

“Sorry, we promise to try?”

“With the crews y’all hang out with that might be as good as I’m going to get.”

“Would you like to have lunch with us, Sheriff?” Sin asked.

He batted his lashes and tried to move in close to Camden, but the man took a step back.

“No, I have work to do. You’re not the only troublemakers I have in town. Behave.”

It was the last thing Camden said before he left like his sexy, muscular ass was on fire.

“I swear that man fills out a pair of uniform pants like no other.”

“He’s going to arrest you for sexual harassment one of these days.”

“As long as that man puts me in handcuffs, I don’t care.”

He smiled in victory as his twin giggled and closed his laptop.

“I’m serious, though. He’s not interested.”

“He so is.”

“And what makes you say that? Every time he tells us no when we ask him on a date? Or when he turns on his toes and heads in the opposite direction when he sees us?”

It may seem weird to most people, but he wouldn’t get into a serious relationship without his twin. They’d never spent a day or night away from each other in twenty-three years. They’d slept in the same bed their entire lives. They’d always known that whoever they ended up with would have to take them on as a package deal. Their mother raised them alone. She was everything to them, and never questioned or tried to discourage their loyalty between them. It would kill him to be away from his twin.

“He’s an older man. We’re a lot younger than him. It doesn’t help we keep hitting on him.”

“Hold up. You keep hitting on him.”

“Semantics. If I’m hitting on him, it’s us doing it. We’re a package deal.”

“But, Sin, I’m holding you back. Do you know how much easier your love life would be without you having to deal with my hang-ups?”

“I won’t leave you. Men come and go, you’re my twin, I loathe you some days—”

“Thanks.”

“Shut up. You know what I mean. You want him. I want him, and that’s the end. We’ll get him. It’s just going to take more finesse. Maybe you should take the lead on this one. You’re a helluva lot less threatening than me.”

“You definitely don’t want him as much as I thought if you’re trying to put me in charge. You’re the confident one.”

“Then we just have to change tactics.”

“If you say so. Now, get back to work. If I don’t have all the paperwork done for Fred tomorrow, he’s going to get bitchy.”

“Then back to work.”

He smacked a kiss on his twin’s cheek and went back to the stack of boxes he had to finish. Once he was hidden, he observed his brother. Saint was staring at the front door, his pointed chin rested on his palm, and Saint sighed heavily. The one and only experience Saint had, damaged him. He’d shown up in time before things went too far. He still remembered his brother telling the man to stop. If he hadn’t come back from the store in time—he didn’t want to imagine what could’ve happened.

He just wanted his brother happy. He was positive the Sheriff could do that. And it wasn’t like he didn’t want Camden too. He’d lusted after the man since he’s spotted him the first time, so had Saint, but his brother was terrified of trusting someone. No matter what, he’d make sure it never happened again. He needed to get his twin and the sexy Sheriff on board with the plan. A relationship between the three of them was a done deal, Saint and Camden just didn’t know it yet.