Jesus.Keane has a way of knocking the oxygen right out of my lungs. He never spoke of his mother often. She died when he was a little boy, but he was old enough to remember her. I once heard him talk to Kellan about her. It was Keane’s sixteenth birthday, and the guys had gotten roaring drunk. Of course, I had to be the snooping little sister, wanting to be a part of everything the boys did. I sat outside Kellan’s bedroom in the hallway and listened to the guys talk. Keane started rambling about a memory of him and his mom. She had taken him to the beach. He recalled seeing the ocean for the first time. How scared he was of the crashing waves and refused to play in them. How his mom built sandcastles with him. How she held his hand and showed him how to jump the small breakers that rolled to shore. How much he missed her.
My violet eyes raise to his. “The honor would be mine,” I tell him.
Keane grips my neck and jerks me to him, kissing me like the world will end. He leaves me breathless and wanting, as his fingers slide both rings onto the fourth finger of my left hand just as his cock slides into me in one smooth thrust. I should be too sore to take him but tell that to my already soaking pussy. She can’t seem to get enough tonight.
“Andie Agosti. Has a nice ring to it,” he says as he pulls out, ever so slowly, before sliding his cock back in, the scrape along my sensitized nerve endings making my toes curl.
I burst out laughing. “Oh, hell no.”
“Hell no, what?” Jax asks, walking over to the bed, seeming to forget he’s holding four mugs of coffee by the handles between his fingers of both hands. He watches with heated interest as Keane fucks me.
Panting out my words when Keane picks up the pace, I try to get out, “Looks like… there’s going to be... a wedding.” Instead, I moan it because I’m two seconds away from coming.
“Over my dead fucking body,” Liam growls at the doorway, but I can’t reply to that because I’m crying out Keane’s name as we both come at the same time.
Oh boy.
Chapter 26
“Will you stop giving me the silent treatment?” Andie says from the passenger seat, staring holes into the side of my head.
I’m livid. I’ll kill the motherfucker first before I ever let her marry that pompous jackass. Andie is mine. I may have shared her tonight, but only because it was what she needed to deal with the trauma that bastard Rossi had inflicted on her when she was just a kid. I’ll never deny her anything. Well, anything but that, I snarl in my mind as I side-eye those goddamn rings on her finger.Hisrings.
As I watch the glow of the yellow lines marking the divide on the road blur by as I drive, I stew in my murderous rage. We left the Rossi estate fifteen minutes ago and are about another twenty from the city and Falcon Tower. Declan is going to lose his shit when Andie tells him her plan to marry Keane Agosti so he can take over the Rossi syndicate. Her screwball idea does not align with what Declan has in store for her, and he won’t allow Agosti or anything else to fuck it all up.
“I get that you’re mad, but—”
Taking my eyes off the road, I glare at her. “I’m not fecking discussing this with you right now.”
Those damnable cupid-bow lips tip up at the corners, and I realize that my Irish brogue is coming out.
I turn my head back to the road, my dick already hard just from her teasing smile. This woman will be the death of me.
She turns in her seat to face me fully. “Liam,” she says, but I keep driving. “Liam, we need to talk about this,” she says more sternly.
Needing to distract her because I don’t want totalk about it, I ask, “Did you tell them about the plan?”
Silence, then, “Shit! Turn the car around.”
Shaking my head, I press the gas pedal down, increasing the speed. “Not happening. Declan wants us back. He’s already pissed that we’ve been gone so long. You need to keep a low profile until we find Ortiz.”
Tessa has been working nonstop trying to locate where that cocksucker and his father are hiding.
“I completely forgot to tell them about that and about Rita. I also left Kellan’s journal. We need to go back.”
“No.”
“Turn the car around, Liam,” she threatens.
“They can send it to you or bring it themselves, and you can tell them then.”
“It can’t wait—”
“There’s also this thing called a phone,” I quip, and I can sense her glare. “Your ass is going to stay at home until we find Alejandro and his sperm donor.”
Her back slams into the seat, her irritation with me evident. “What’s your fucking problem?” she hurls out, crossing her arms over her chest.
I ease my foot off the gas, and the car slows. “My problem?”
