Once I’m dressed, I head downstairs to the kitchen and am met with a breakfast buffet and a scowling Clyde.
“Morning, sunshine,” I say, smirking like I spent the night fucking his favorite person and just got my dick sucked off by my brother. “Sleep well?”
“Fuck you,” is the response I get.
“Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed.” I grin. “Don’t like the guesthouse? I can get you a new bed since you’re about to be spending a lot of time here.”
God, if looks could kill.
“Someone needs to get laid.” I pop bacon into my mouth, crunching down hard, enjoying his annoyed expression. “It does wonders for the soul.”
He shoves his plate laden with food away. I turn to the two women in the kitchen, scurrying to lay out more food than all of us and the staff combined would ever need.
“Thank you,” I tell them. “Please give us some privacy.”
They both nod and exit the large kitchen through the sliding glass door leading to the veranda overlooking the water.
I fucking love this house. It’s huge, grandiose to the point of perverse. I take a moment to look at the dark wood cabinets and the dark green walls, and I wonder if we should decorate the kitchen back home like this. Knock down a few walls to expand it and fill it with all those shiny appliances so Reaper could cook in one of those fancy kitchens.
“Did I lose you?” Clyde asks.
I drag my eyes to him. “Just reliving the feeling of Cora’s ankles on my shoulders.”
His lips purse at my words, making satisfaction zip down my spine. Clyde has been pretty decent considering we hate each other. I should probably be nicer to him considering.
I load up a small plate and sit next to Clyde at the island. His glare doesn’t leave his face.
“Which part are you pissed about?” I ask. “The fact Cora is now mine, or the fact you’re stuck to her side as her guard dog, which means you’re stuck with me?”
“Neither,” Clyde says. “You’re going to treat her well. With respect. With kindness.”
“With some great dick.”
His teeth grind. “I can’t fucking stand you.”
“Feeling’s mutual,” I say. “Should have killed me when you had the chance.”
“Stupid me and my soft spot for dumb teenagers,” he retorts.
“Dumb?” I ask, brow quirked. “We both know I was not a dumb teenager, and we both know I could have taken you that day.”
That day.The day I barely made it out of those woods alive. I wouldn’t have if it weren’t for Clyde.
“And we both know that’s complete bullshit,” Clyde says. “Just like we know your attempt to keep Cora will not happen.”
“We will keep her,” I say. “Both of them.”
Clyde narrows his eyes and shoves his plate farther away. “All four of you?” he asks, then shakes his head. “Never mind. Don’t answer that.”
“Tell me, old man,” I say. “When did you become such a prude?”
He gives me a withering look.
“Is it the fact that your little Cora was pleasured by not one but two men last night?” God if looks could kill. “Or the fact you know damn well we can take care of her better than you ever did?”
The jab definitely lands as intended. Clyde sits upright, crossing his arms. “I don’t care how many of you she fucks,” Clyde says, eyes darting to the doorway. “It’s her body. Besides,” he relaxes and places his elbows on the counter, “that girl needs an entire fucking army to protect her.”
“Good. We’re on the same page,” Breaker says as he enters the kitchen and grabs a plate, loading it with food. He’s dressed once again as Ben, in linen slacks and a white shirt open at the neck. I greedily drink him in, debating dragging him back to bed just to have his mouth on me again.
