Page 15 of Rayne
He tilts his head. "Same thing."
I wearily gaze at him on the other side of the jacuzzi, the jets sending strong streams of water into my abdomen. Realizing I'm not going to get my beloved towel, I turn around, sinking into the water.
"Tell me something about your life," Jett asks. "I want to hear all about what you've been up to."
Raising an eyebrow, I scoff. "We're not exchanging pleasantries."
"We just landed a multi-million dollar contract yesterday," he interjects, ignoring me. "In Miami."
"Congratulations," I mutter sarcastically. "Did you force them to sign?"
He grins. "It seems everyone likes our charm except for you. I'm not sure what we ever did to deserve your hatred."
"Oh, really," I huff. "Deleting my projects, chasing me through the house, stealing my belongings… ring a bell?"
Hawk laughs. "All harmless pranks. Isn't that what siblings do?"
I nearly snap my neck to look at him. "You tore the head off my stuffed teddy bear and put it in the microwave."
"Teddy Bear Picnic," he muses.
"You chased me through the dark house in masks," I shoot back.
Jett lets out a sigh happily. "Good memories. I still have that mask somewhere."
"You are evil," I snap. "Pure evil."
He feigns looking hurt. "What about all the other good times? Like Christmas in Australia?"
I blink at him. "You literally took a knife into the water and when you saw a fin, you cut your own arm, and dashed out of the water while screaming 'shark' while leaving me in a pool of blood."
"It was just a dolphin," he waves at me. "No big deal."
"You're a psychopath," I tell him, before looking at Hawk. "Both of you."
Hawk nods in agreement. "And yet… we still made you come," he adds with sick, pathetic pride.
My cheeks flush with anger. "I can't control my body. Besides, who does that to their sister? You are sick. You need mental help."
Jett reaches through the water, grabs my leg, and yanks me toward him. I can't grab onto anything, and when I finally do manage to clench my fingers around something, I'm stuck straddling him with my fingers on the edge behind him.
"Mental help?" he asks with a raised eyebrow. "Please. We're not actually blood related, Tempest."
"It doesn't matter," I argue, trying to move back.
His arms grab my waist and I jerk, bubbles dissipating around me. Blue eyes narrow on the side of my body, and his fingers trace the tattoo on my ribcage curiously.
"I like this one too," he says. "And the one on your thigh."
I cover my chest with my right arm. "They aren't yours to look at."
"They are tonight," he responds warmly.
"Never," I growl, trying to push away.
Jett's arms tighten around my waist, pulling me flush against his naked chest. I gasp when I feel his cock floating through the water touching my leg.
"I'll make you a deal," he says as I struggle against him.
