There's No Going Home--Sample (Book 1 of The Triad Series)

3. At First Trance

A/N: Alex pictured above

Emmett's POV

I was at the bar with a couple of buddies from the resort when a flash of purplish blue material caught the corner of my eye. I looked over towards the bar and saw - her.

A pouty faced brunette with long silken hair who seemed to unconsciously tug at her short, revealing skirt in a self-conscious way. The buxom blond next to her playfully swatted at the offending appendage, but quickly finished her cocktail and headed to the dance floor. The pouty faced angel turned away from me to face the bartender, Adonis. Ick. Why couldn't they come up with better ideas than to nickname all their servers and bar staff after ancient Gods. It was-

Oh God.

My cock twitched in my pants as the seductress cocked her hips to the left and her slim figure became clearer to me.

I must have her, I thought as I slowly walked towards the end of the bar, opposite the lithe temptress that was threatening to test the fabric of my pants.

******

Earlier that day

Ethan was finally talking to me after an hour of stewing in his bedroom. What a pussy. In love with this Callie person - or whoever she was - and too afraid to admit it even to his own brother. I knew though. He didn't have to tell me. I could tell his deep feelings from our bond that she was something special to him. I could tell by the sudden slight warmth that came to my chest that was inexplicably and suddenly there, that he was still thinking of her. I rolled my eyes.

"Well, I'm heading out with Jamie and Adam to the club." I wiggled my eyebrows suggestively and Ethan finally laughed.

"Emmett, you are such a man - whore," he declared.

I shrugged and said, "Just because you are too hung up on the girl next door doesn't mean someone else can't get some tonight." I didn't wait for his smart ass response and walked out the front door still lightly chuckling.

*****

I had been at the club with Adam and Jamie for about 45 minutes and Adam couldn't stop needling me about my love life.

"Come on dude!" He joked. "You get more pussy than anyone I know. Let me at least live vicariously through you." He had had way too many beers already and I rolled my eyes.

"You're like my brother," I said. "He called me a man - whore before I left the house today." Jamie laughed. He had known Ethan for a couple of years now and he knew it was just the type of thing that Ethan would say.

Jamie continued to laugh as he said, "I can't understand how twins could be so different. You're like two sides of the same coin," he said as he smiled and shook his head.

I was a bit irritated at my new friends. Yes, I liked to have a good time and I've been dubbed a player, but I let every single date I had know exactly what this was. Sex only. I wasn't ready to commit to anyone. I knew both my brother and I were considered good looking. We both had dirty blonde hair and green eyes. We each had a single dimple in our cheeks, his on his left cheek and mine on my right. If smiling next to each other, your might think we were mirror images of  each other. We were both fit, years of high school and college sports keeping us in top physical condition.

Where I was the 'player', Ethan was a hopeless romantic looking for his soulmate. In fact, up until the past week, he was practically celibate. Ever since hearing that Callie would be returning from abroad, Ethan had been in a frenzied state. He was worse than a nervous bride with cold feet the day of the wedding and had spent each night after work going to bars and clubs and ending up in bed with a different woman each night.