His question gives me pause. Do I forgive her for leaving? No. Will I stop fucking her? Probably not. I enjoy the feeling of her wrapped around me, the sounds she makes and how she looks when she comes apart beneath me. She’s an addiction, a drug that I can’t kick and honestly, I don’t think I want to.
“Her being here changes nothing between us,” I say instead. His shoulders droop and the tense expression vanishes from his face. I feel like a prick for not realizing that he was worried that with her being back I would end things between us. I close the space again and cup his cheek. “I’m never going to give you up. Imay have loved her once, but it means nothing in comparison to how I feel about you,” I admit.
Trent’s brows raise in surprise. “I think that’s the first time you’ve ever told me you loved me without saying the actual words.” I release him with a growl, which only makes him laugh. He knows I can’t say those three words. She ruined their meaning. It’s her fault I can’t commit to Trent or tell him what he wants to hear. I’ve tried, I really have, but the words always die on my tongue.
I stalk out of his room and head into my own without glancing toward Taylor’s. I don’t want to see her right now. Falling into fucking bed with her is easy. Living with her and seeing her daily isn’t. She’s only back here because she needs our help, not because she wants to be.
I take a shower and change into some clean clothes before heading downstairs. Dad’s in the kitchen in a pair of jeans with no shirt, his hair wet, telling me he just showered. When he hears me approaching he looks up and grunts, then returns to rubbing down the baby back ribs. I pull out the stool and sit down, then rest my elbows on the counter. For a long while I just sit there and watch him as he prepares the ribs, then gets on to peeling the potatoes. He never uses frozen fries, he says making them from scratch is better.
“I can feel you thinking from over here. Whatever you have to say, just say it, Son.” He’s always had an uncanny ability to know when there’s something on my mind.
“She’s running fromsomeone.”
“What makes you think thatsomeoneis something we should be worried about?” he counters.
I shoot him a look that has him chuckling beneath his breath. “She wouldn’t be here otherwise. She’s only come crawling back because she needs our help.” He continues chopping the potatoes as he looks at me.
“Are we gonna keep talking about this and act likethatdidn’t just happen.” My brows bunch in annoyance as he hands me a glass of water that I leave untouched in front of me.
“There isn’t anything to talk about. We all fucked her. You saw Zav play with my dick. End of story,” Trent says as he comes into the room and stands behind me rather than sitting on the vacant stool.
Dad nods. “Okay.”
“That’s it?” I hedge.
He shrugs then looks between me and Trent before smiling. “Yeah. No need to complicate anything. Like you said earlier, we all want her.”
“Great. Now, let’s get to the point. Why is she really here?” Trent does a miserable job of hiding his dislike. Much like me, she broke our fucking hearts when she took off like a damn pussy.
“Why not just ask me?” At the sound of her voice, I stiffen but don’t turn. Trent doesn’t either. Dad’s the only one looking at her. He’s trying to appear relaxed and nonthreatening, but he’s fucking failing. He isn’t the prez of the BCB because he looks like the guy from next door.
“Fine, why are you here, Taylor?” Trent asks from behind me as I take a sip of water.
“You gonna look at me or just keep standing guard over Zavier in the hopes I don’t accidentally fall on his cock again?” I choke on the water and spit it out. Dad jumps back a step and glares at me.
“Jesus Christ, Zavier!” he shouts. I’m still trying to fucking breathe and get my shit under control, and all that motherfucker is worried about is me spitting water on his damn potatoes. Taylor walks around the counter and stands beside my father with a smirk on her face. I shoot the bitch a glare as I guzzle more water to clear the burn in my throat.
“Old habits die hard,” she mutters.
“The fuck does that mean?” I snap.
“I can’t help fucking with you both, it’s too much fun,” she says, as if her answer was obvious.
“We aren’t fucking with you, Taylor,” Trent hisses.
The second a smile stretches across her face, I know she is about to spew some shit that will have Trent growling. “No, but you did just fuck me.” Her and Trent start fighting like fucking children, which just annoys the hell out of me. This is how it has always been with them.
“Enough!” Dad roars. Both of them snap their big ass mouths closed instantly.
“Thank fuck,” I mutter beneath my breath, earning an elbow to the back from Trent and a scowl from Taylor.
“Why are you here?” Dad asks her, his tone firm and leaves no room for her to evade his question. He’s slipped into the role of the President of the BCB now.
CHAPTER SEVEN
TAYLOR
The false bravado inside me flees.
