The gleam in his eyes melted softer, friendlier, and his smile turned pleading. “I know someone, just the person.” He bounced on his knees and the bed rattled so much my teeth clacked together. “Oh, he’d get such a kick out of this. He’d be really gentle with you, Hunter. Let you top, or bottom. Whatever floats your boat.”
My tongue wouldn’t move. I wasn’t sure I wanted someone to be too sweet with me. When I did think about sex—and it was on my minda lot—easy fucks on a soft bed weren’t the only things I imagined. The sex itself could be anything, really, whatever my fantasy man wanted. It was more in how the person would treat me.Like I meant something to them.Like I was worth having. I took a long, juddering breath. But maybe I was being stupid. My chest seemed overinflated, and I closed my eyes. My face heated hotter than the metal on a seat belt buckle during a heatwave. I thought I might pass out.
“Oh my, did I strike a nerve there? What is it, what did I say?”
“I… you can’t ever, and I meaneversay anything,” I whispered. Again, that sense that I should keep my mouth shut smacked into me, but I took one look into his excited eyes and felt myself wanting to talk. “I… haven’t been trying to meet anyone, especially recently. This kind of fucked with me. It’s… part of the reason I’m so goddamned mad. At King.”
Forrest’s golden eyebrows turned into a confused little furrow. He tilted his head to the side. “You just told me you’re a virgin, so… this isn’t about to get freaky, is it?”
Oddly, he didn’t seem concerned about that, but my heart nearly stopped. “No, no. But… he wastreatingme—he kept me close. He kept me around. He paid attention to me.”I’m fucking stupid.My gut knotted every single time I thought about the low-grade obsession I’d had for King before he dropped his bomb on me—well, on Forrest and me. I still couldn’t believe he was my dad. Looking back, the way he’d been protecting me made sense, as a man attempting to keep his son out of harm’s way.
“So you thought he wanted you.” Forrest’s eyebrows rose, one at a time, until they were stuck near his hairline. “Oh, that’s fucked-up.”
“Thankyou, Forrest.”
“Well, it is!”
Slapping my hands over my eyes, I growled. “Shouldn’t’ve said anything.”
“No, no, that makes sense. He’s an attractive man. Nice silver fox in the making. Probably has something to do with our good looks. We know we’ll age well. The way he drinks and smokes, he should look like shit and doesn’t, so that’s something to look forward to.” He bounced again, sending me tumbling around.
Grunting at that, I allowed him to pull my hands down from my face.
“How many times did you?” He was having way too much fun with this, his eyes sparkling with a rottenness that was still nice enough that it didn’t piss me off.
“Did I what?” I asked, my voice a low scrape of sound.
“Don’t play coy. How many times did you salute the sunrise to dear old Dad?”
He guffawed while I struggled away from him and scooted off the bed to stand in the middle of the floor with my arms crossed. He howled with laughter until he lay there gasping, barely able to pull in air. There was a light knock on the door, and Rourke—the pot of Irish gold Forrest had landed, with his tall, dark good looks—stuck his head in to stare at Forrest, and then he looked at me. He was wearing a clean tan summer suit, which was usual for him.
“What’s so funny?”
Forrest pointed at me, but all I did was stomp my foot in his direction, and he started snickering all over again.
“Family woes,” I murmured, and Rourke shook his head at us, not quite smiling, but his expression lit up when he stared for a few more seconds at Forrest. Longing struck me out of the blue, and I hated that. I’d seen the way he watched Forrest, and I wanted what they had. Nothing good would come from being jealous of my twin brother, though. I wasn’t so stupid that I didn’t realize that.
“Forrest, get your brother packed up if he’s coming. I just got a call from home. If you’re going with us, you’re doing it today,” he directed at me.
Being put on the spot wasn’t something I enjoyed. “Oh… well, maybe I’ll just—”
“We can do that,” Forrest chirped and managed to spring from the bed and land on his feet in one smooth motion. “Do you mind if Hunter fucks Angel?”
“No,” I hissed under my breath, leaning toward Forrest.
“Fine.” He winked at me. “Do you mind if Angel fucks Hunter?”
I hung my head. “That’s not what I—”
“Does… Hunter want that to happen?” Rourke asked, and I could feel the weight of his curious gaze pressing down on me. There wasn’t a chance in hell I could meet his eyes, so I stared at his shiny brown shoes.
“Course he does.” Forrest rested a hand on my shoulder. I fought not to shake him off.
“If he pays—”
“The money will find its way where it needs to,” Forrest said, prissiness in his tone I hadn’t heard before. “I would never expect anyone in our establishment to work for free without a damned good reason, and I’m well aware doing favors for me isn’t one.”
“Then I’ve got no problems, but move your pretty ass.” Rourke’s shoes disappeared, and the door clicked shut again. Downstairs there was a loud thump, and cheers reached us even on the second floor, at the back of the house. I edged away from Forrest, but he slid his hand down my shoulder to my elbow and got a good grip there, holding me in place.
