Page 81 of The Bad Brother
“Yeah.” I nearly choke on the word, feeling like the biggest prick that ever lived because hearing my brother’s name come out of her mouth doesn’t change a thing. I’m still hard for her. I’m still going to lift her up and impale her on my cock so I can watch her ride me until she comes all over it, as soon as she stops talking. “You told me.”
“Well, on my way out, I ordered them the bananas foster.”
I swallow hard, my hands gripped tight around her hips again. “You did?”
“Yeah, but that’s not the best part,” Sloane tells me, laughing a little. “I paid the waiter to tell them that it was with compliments from Jensen and Sloane.”
Shit.
“Sloane—”
That’s as far as I get before she’s leaning over me. Her long, dark hair closing around us like a curtain, a single, breathless moment before she’s kissing me, hips rolling against mine, silently begging me to do what we both want. What neither of us can seem to stop doing.
God help me, I want her.
I can’t stop.
Can’t deny her.
I don’t even try.
I KNEW.
As soon as Sloane told me what she did at the club, how she humiliated Ethan—I knew.
So, when my phone buzzes on the nightstand about twenty minutes after she finally falls asleep, I’m not surprised. The only surprise is that it took so long for him to hit me back.
Colt: come downstairs
Me: coming
Heart in my throat, I lean down to press a kiss to Sloane’s cheek before carefully easing myself out of bed. We made plans over root beer floats. Since we both have the next two days off, we were going to drive down to Austin. There’s a brewery there I’ve been wanting to check out. We were going to stay overnight. Maybe catch some live music somewhere.
We were going to do things a normal couple would do. I was going to tell her I’m in love with her, right before I do my damnedest to explain to her who I am.
What I am.
But that was before I knew what Sloane did.
That she said my name to Ethan. Linked it with hers in a room full of people.
Pulling on my jeans, I zip them up before taking the stairs as quietly as I can because I don’t want to wake her. She’s had a long day and?—
That’s not why you don’t want to wake her up, you goddamned liar. You don’t want to wake her up because she’ll askyou where you’re going. Why you’re sneaking out of her house in the middle of the fucking night and you’ll have to tell her the truth.
The truth you should’ve told her the second your brother’s name came out of her mouth.
Downstairs, I snag my T-shirt off the floor and shove my feet into my boots before walking out the door, every step of the way praying that it isn’t River. Isn’t Cade or Sera. That whatever Ethan did to hit me back, it’s not something I’m going to have to walk myself into traffic over.
By the time I disarm the system that’s turned my bar into Fort Knox and open the door, I’m so sick to my stomach with worry that I almost throw up on Colt’s boots, the second I see him. It’s not just him.
Cade’s standing behind him.
That leaves River or Sera.
“What did he do?”
Neither of them says a word.
