“I still want to punch you,” Drew says, glaring at Kai ten minutes later when we are all seated around the conference table, nursing steaming cups of coffee.
“Do I need to sanitize the table?” Xavier, unhelpfully asks, and Drew growls, his hands fisting into balls on top of the table.
“Chill out, Drew.” I pin him with a cautionary look. “I’ve heard you fucking too many times to count. This room is soundproof, so at least you weren’t subjected to that.”
“With the way he fucking dragged you in here,” he says, prodding his finger in Kai’s direction, “it didn’t take much imagination.”
“I happen to like angry makeup sex,” I admit, blowing on the top of my coffee.
Drew pales. “Not helping, A.” He glowers at Kai. “Not helping at all.”
“You have an issue with the fact your sister enjoys sex, or it’s just Kai you object to?” Jackson asks, his eyes locking on mine in a way that lets me know he’s thinking about what went down in Kai’s room between the three of us.
“I have an issue with my sister being manhandled,” he snaps.
“So, you’ve never had rough sex with Jane?” I ask, knowing full and well he has, because with the way Jane used to scream the house down, it couldn’t have been anything else. I don’t like bringing her name up, because it hurts my brother, but this needs to be put to bed. Kai and Drew have been renewing their friendship and I don’t want this coming in the way of that. Now, more than ever, we all need to be tight.
His nostrils flare as he glares at me, purposely not answering.
“Are we done with this yet?” Sawyer asks, drumming his fingers off the top of the table. “Because I’m pretty sick of the way every conversation we have ends up in the gutter.”
“Have we offended your delicate senses?” Xavier asks, smirking as he kicks his feet up on the table. I swear he’s done that purely to mess with Sawyer.
Sawyer’s eyes zoom to Xavier’s feet and the layer of mud caked to the soles of his boots. “Someone has to try and keep things on track.” He glances at Drew. “Drew is usually our guy, but someone seems to have removed his brain from his skull tonight.” His gaze drills a hole in my brother’s head. “Your sister has rough sex with her husband. Big fucking deal. Get over it.”
Xavier grins, and Jackson chuckles. Drew flips Sawyer the bird, while Kai gloats like he’s King Big Dick.
I sigh. Because he pretty much is.
Not that I’d ever tell him that. Kai’s got a healthy enough ego as it is. No need to send it into orbit.
I squeeze my thighs together as my mind conjures up images of said big dick and my panties are flooded.
Man, I have it so bad.
I look sideways at him, and he grins knowingly. As if he has laser vision and can see how soaked I am for him.
I clear my throat and shake off my sex-obsessed thoughts. “Now that we’ve gotten that settled, what have you discovered about our father?” My gaze skirts between Sawyer and Xavier.
“Hearst Senior, the man who apparentlyadoptedyour father, was actually his biological father,” Sawyer confirms.
Drew frowns. “But I thought his mother was a prostitute and her pimp was his dad?”
Xavier shakes his head. “Because that’s the fake story he’d rather have people believe. It’s better than acknowledging he’s the illegitimate bastard son of a wealthy man who was screwing prostitutes behind his wife’s back.”
“I can’t imagine that going down too well within the order or with the council,” Kai says.
“It wouldn’t,” Drew agrees. “It’s one thing to be a down-on-your-luck quasi-orphan and a ward of the state and quite another to be an illegitimate child and dirty little secret. If this was common knowledge, it would cast more doubt on his campaign.”
“Maybe we should release that info anonymously,” Jackson suggests.
“It could be a useful distraction,” I admit, thinking out loud. “But he’ll know someone is on to him then, and we risk exposure before we’re ready.”
“What if we pinned it on this other faction?” Kai says. “Whoever this guy is pulling my dad’s strings?”
“We’d need to know who it was in order to set it up, so the blame falls on him,” Drew adds. “Have you asked your father about him?”
Kai shakes his head. “Not yet. I’ve only started worming my way back in. If I start asking leading questions, he’ll smell a rat. This has to be played carefully.” Kai absently runs his thumb back and forth across the back of my hand, and it’s enormously difficult to concentrate, because his touch does amazing things to my body.
