I’d had sex with many beautiful women, but I wanted him more than anyone. Maybe it was because he wouldn’t let me fuck him. The hunter in me loved the chase—the thrill of the hunt. And with Bastian, I was always begging him for more.
I moved behind him and rubbed the soap up and down his dick, nibbling on his neck.
He pushed my hand away and spun around to face me. “We’re going to be late.”
I scowled in response.
“Don’t give me that look. Dad will kill us if we’re not downstairs in the next fifteen minutes.”
I rested my forehead against his, the water drizzling into our eyes. “I need you, Bash. I need this. Just give me a few more minutes in our little bubble before we pretend we’re different people.”
“Come on, D,” he groaned, stepping back. “I already got you off. What more do you want from me?”
Bastian acted this way almost every time we fucked around. He went with the flow in the heat of the moment, but after we both came, he felt too much shame.
“I want everything.” I instantly felt the loss of his body heat and hated that he was keeping his distance from me. “I want all of you.”
“We don’t need a marriage to get into The Founders Society,” Bastian said with sadness in his gray eyes that softened around the edges. “But this is important to our family.”
I considered his words for a moment. Without Arlo Salvatore adopting us, we would have had miserable lives. After only three weeks with Bastian’s abusive grandfather, I almost lost my mind.
I thought he would kill us.
The old bastard was the meanest piece of shit I had ever met. And that was saying a lot. For fuck’s sake, I killed bad men, ridding that scum from the world, and felt no remorse.
“We’ll go to The Mansion on Saturday.” Bastian clutched my face and smiled. “Just you and me. We’ll fuck all the women we can get our hands on.”
Bastian was an entirely different person at the sex club owned by our father. He lowered his inhibitions and didn’t think about what we were doing. If only I could get him to stop fearing what sex would mean between us.
“Whatever makes you feel less disgusted by what we’re doing.”
He shut off the water, turning his back to me with a sigh. I stared at his muscular ass for a moment, wondering how my cock would look shoved between his cheeks. All I could do was dream. Until Bastian stopped hating himself, I would never get to fuck him.
He would never fuck me.
It didn’t matter that I’d sell my soul to the fucking devil to have his cock inside me. There was no amount of begging that would get me what I wanted.
I couldn’t even pay for it.
Bastian owned half of Atlantic Airlines. Once we were old enough to collect our trust funds, we would run the company our parents started together.
We were not just adoptive brothers and best friends. This was a marriage between us. Our lives were so intertwined that I couldn’t untangle myself from him. So, if Carl Wellington’s granddaughter gave Bastian hope for a different life, I wanted that for us.
I wanted him.
I wanted her.
I wanted an us.
I followed Bastian out of the shower and towel-dried my hair. “Do you think Alex can fix us?”
Bastian dabbed at his wet skin and wrapped the towel around his waist. “I think she’ll be more accepting of us. She’s had a rough life and won’t judge us. I have a feeling about her. A good one.”
“Is that why you’re so excited about meeting her?”
He rolled his broad shoulders and smiled. “I can’t explain it, D. Call it intuition. Alex is the one for us. She’s from the right bloodline. One my grandfather approves of.”
It was always about his grandfather’s approval. Fitzgerald Archibald Adams IV was the only person standing in my way.
