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“Not like that,” I tell her as I stand behind her and adjust her grip on the paintbrush. “You’re getting that shit everywhere. Do you like flinging paint all over the place for Aiden to have to clean up?”
She rubs her ass against my dick that’s been at half-mast ever since I saw her at work today. Last night, fucking her twice in the shower, had been just what I needed. Having her in reality is so much better than any fantasy I ever concocted.
“I haven’t made that big of a mess,” she huffs.
Aiden snorts and waves his wet rag up at us. “All I’ve been doing is cleaning up after you. See all those baseboards?” He points at the unpainted wood. “I haven’t even gotten to paint them yet because all I’m doing is cleaning.”
She grumbles but adjusts the way she’s painting. I leave her be after a quick kiss to the top of her head and go back to taping off the fireplace. When I got home last night, I had words with Aiden. My thoughts drift away from me.
“I’m sorry,” I tell him as I sit on my bed.
He tosses his phone away and glares at me. “You were an asshole.”
I scrub my palm over my face. “I know. It’s just that…she’s…”
“Your girl?”
My head jerks up and I nod. “Yeah.”
He sits up and rests his elbows on his knees now that his legs hang off the side of the bed. “Look, I appreciate you wanting to help me experiment. And last night after we left the hospital and went to Stephanie’s, that shit was intense. I kind of lost my head in the moment touching her. But…” He sighs. “Even as fun as it was, it wasn’t what I wanted.”
“What do you want? Still thinking you’re into guys?”
He frowns. “Not exactly. I really like Alani. She’s gorgeous. Her tits are perky as fuck and I want to bite them.”
I snort and he laughs.
“But,” he says with a groan. “Then, all I have to do is look over at Jaime and then my dick is throbbing. I want to maul him. To taste him. I think I want to fuck him.”
“Do you want to fuck Alani too?”
He nods. “See why this is so fucking stupid? I can’t even make up my mind if I’m straight or not. And then, tonight, I didn’t even want to do anything with Steph. I kept thinking of how good it felt having Alani in my lap as we kissed with Jaime’s stare on us.”
“I’m such a douchebag,” I mutter. “I shouldn’t have pushed. I thought you wanted to sort that shit out.”
He shrugs. “I do but not with Steph. I mean, she’s pretty and all, but she’s not who I want. But then you had to go off being a dick.” He glares at me. “She wants you clear as day. You want her. And then you had to do your normal hero bullshit to try to save me. What would you have done if I’d fucked her?”
A furious grumble escapes me. “Busted your lip with my fist.”
He laughs. “Exactly. Plus, I told you I was saving myself for the right moment. Tonight wasn’t the right moment or the right person. I felt pressured.”
Guilt gnaws at me. “Fuck. I’m sorry. I don’t know what the fuck got into me.”
“Stephanie Greenwood. That woman is so far under your skin, I don’t think you’ll ever get her out. The last thing you need is to try and do your brother a solid by letting him do your girl. I mean, come on, how fucked up is that?”
“So fucked up. Jesus, I’m a dick.”
“Agreed,” he says with a chuckle. “Did you finally claim Stephanie, because if you didn’t, I’ll go over there right now and do it myself—”
I throw my pillow at him. “Don’t even finish that statement. And yes, I fucked her.” I smirk. “Twice.”
“Will she be coming back for thirds?” he teases.
My heart hammers in my chest. “I really like her, man. Like really like her. Now that we’ve had sex, it’s like she’s burned herself inside my brain.”
He gives me a wolfish, knowing grin. “You look like Dad right now.”
My brows crash together in confusion. “Huh? Why?”
“You’re falling for her.”
“I barely know her.”
“Dad fell hard for someone he barely knew and look where that got him.”
I think about my other two brothers and sister. Yeah, Dad got himself three more kids by falling fast and hard. A thrill shoots through me. Tonight, I kept thinking about what Stephanie looked like when she was pregnant. Every time I touched her silvery scars, the image would surface. It was hot as hell. In fact, I know I’ll be jerking off to that thought the next time I’m alone.
“I guess it turned out okay for Dad,” I agree with a stupid grin on my face.
“It sure did. Now tell me what the hell I’m going to do about my dilemma.”
Snagging my phone from my pocket, I search some threesome porn and toss it to my brother. “Do them both.”
His face lights up like I have all the answers. “Now that’s an answer I can get down with.”
“I’m out. Alani just texted me,” Aiden says, jerking me from my thoughts. We’ve been painting for hours. My shoulders ache, but if little tiny Stephanie can keep going, then big-ass me can keep going too.
Steph turns to regard him. “Be careful, honey.”
I smirk and can’t help but like the way she babies him. As if he’s her kid and not some guy who had his mouth on her cunt last night.
“Okay, Mom,” he jokes as he gathers his things. “Her dad isn’t home. Apparently he just left for a date.”
“Thank God,” she grumbles. “But seriously, be safe. Use a condom.”
“I’m not going to have sex with her,” he says, laughing. “Not everyone is like you two, fucking like bunnies at every turn.”
“Aiden Blakely!”
I snort as she attempts to admonish him. Her cheeks are bright red and her hands are on her hips. We’ve only fucked the two times last night, but he doesn’t know that.
“Go away, asshole,” I tell him as I set down my paint roller in the tray. “And if you see Damien, tell him I said ‘fuck you.’”
“Don’t tell him that,” she argues.
She walks over and gives him a friendly hug before pulling out some cash. “Thanks for helping me today.”
He nods as he accepts the cash and then leaves. Once I know he’s gone, I saunter over to her and pull her into my arms. “You smell good today.”
She lifts her chin and smiles. “So do you.”
“It’s been hard not to bend you over every surface and take what’s mine,” I say with a teasing grin.
She bites on her bottom lip as lust swims in her gaze. I’m about to kiss her when the doorbell rings. “Oh, what did he forget?”
I laugh as she hurries to the front door on a mission to help my little brother. I’m just picking the roller back up when I hear voices.
“What are you doing here?” Her shrill voice has my muscles tensing.
“I thought we could pick back up from where we left off the other day—” A snarl. “What the fuck is he doing here?”
I swivel around, my fists curling at the sound of his voice. When Damien’s disdainful glare skims over me, I ice him out with a hateful stare of my own.
“He’s helping me,” she snaps. “I already told you.”
I try not to let it affect me that she’s told him I’m hired help and not more. We’re so much more, though. We’ve barely scratched the surface to just how much more we can be.
“He’s helping you all right,” Damien sneers. “Does Howard know you’re fucking the intern?”
She gasps in shock. I’m poised, ready to beat this fucker down when she screeches at him.
“Get out of my house, Damien. You’re being an asshole and what I do in my home is none of your damn business.”
He gapes at her as if she slapped him. “Really, Steph? Him? He’s what? Like sixteen?”
She doesn’t humor him with a correction of my age. “Go. Now.”
“I just want to talk—” he starts, but I interrupt him.
“You heard her,” I snarl, my tone dripping in venom. “Get the hell out of here before I drag your ass to your car.”
He pierces me with an evil stare. “I’m watching you, punk. Watching your every move. I’m watching your little pussy brother’s every move too. Don’t forget, I know the sheriff around here. And what is he going to say when he finds out you’ve been messing around with my teenage daughter? That you’ve both been messing around with her?”
Sheriff McMahon hooked himself a young wife, so I doubt he’ll say shit on the matter. I poke the bear. “Maybe he’ll say you need to be a better father. I wonder what little Alani is doing right this second,” I taunt. “And with whom.”
Understanding washes over him and he storms from the house, the door slamming behind him. With a frustrated sigh, I grab my phone and call my brother.
“Damien’s headed back. Don’t do anything I would do,” I tell him.
He laughs. “I picked up Alani and Jaime. We’re going to the movies. I’m safe from her daddy’s wrath.”
For now.
“Have fun, kids,” I tease before hanging up.
Stephanie shakes her head at me. “You really enjoy riling up Damien, don’t you?”
I stretch and give her a playful grin. “It’s truly the highlight of each day.”
“Insufferable,” she groans.
One of her favorite words to use on me. I’m beginning to think of them as compliments now.
“Come on,” I tell her as I wave at our work. “We’ve got a lot done for the night. Get dressed. Wear something sexy. I’ll be back in an hour to take you out.”
Her eyes widen. “What? Really? Like on a date?”
The fact that she’s so surprised and excited has me wanting to do just that. “Like on a date, teacup. I want to show off my woman.”
“Your woman, huh?” she challenges, her cheeks turning pink.
“Mine.”
She laughs. “Fine.”
“I tell you you’re my girlfriend now and that’s your response? Fine?” I tease.
Her eyes narrow at me. “Your girlfriend?”
I want to tell her she’s everything. Gorgeous. Funny. Smart as hell. But instead, I settle for a nod. “I won’t take no for an answer.”
She runs over to me and throws her arms around my neck to kiss me. I wrap my arms around her waist and spin her light body around the living room, reveling in the way she laughs. Musical and whimsical. My own little fairy—so tiny and delicate she could fit inside a teacup. When I stop spinning, she stares up at me with such an innocent expression.
“I’m throwing caution to the wind with you,” she murmurs, her nose crinkling. “Isn’t that what you young people do? Live for the moment?”
I kiss her soft lips again. “I don’t care what other people do. I only care about doing all of it with you.”
She sighs. “You really are a romantic.”
“And all you’ve officially met is my dick. Just wait until I wine and dine you, baby.”
Her giggles are infectious. “I take it all back. You’re just another brute.”
I nuzzle my nose against her hair and inhale her. “I’ll manhandle you later. After our date. That’s a promise, teacup.”