Obeying them should not come this naturally, especially because one of them has been lying to me for months, and the other disappeared for years despite knowing how deep my abandonment issues run.
Pride stares back at me, and my mind wanders back to the night at the Scarlet Lounge. How didn’t I see it? It was so obvious. He and Asher have the same eyes, and I was staring into them more than once that night. At the very least, I should have clocked that the two of them were related, but maybe my nerves stopped me from looking any deeper than what they were telling me.
They lied to me,I remind myself.
I turn my head out of Rowan’s hold and stare down at my hands in my lap. Both men linger, their steady presence giving me more strength than I would like.
Goddamn it. Why am I not kicking and screaming and finding a way out of this house right now? Logically, that’s what I should be doing, and yet I can’t bring myself to move.
It’s probably the shock still keeping me in place, but when Rowan steps away from me to tend to whatever he’s cooking, I feel the loss immediately.
Asher takes the stool beside me, remaining close as if he thinks I’m about to make a run for it, which, in fairness, is what I should be doing.
Once I get over the initial surprise, I’m going to find a way out, and then I’m going to…
What am I going to do?
I didn’t pay enough attention to where we were going to be able to find my way back to the city, and on top of that, I have no car.
There’s always a taxi, but getting into a stranger’s car this far out of the city feels a little dicey.
If there’s one thing my family taught me that’s stuck with me, it’s to be untrusting of people I don’t know.
A bowl of tomato soup and a toasted sandwich oozing with gooey cheese appear on the counter in front of me, causing my heart to do a stupid little flip.
My favorite comfort food.
Rowan remembered.
I look up at him, tears clouding my vision.
I’ve spent years thinking every moment we shared was a lie. But if that were the case, would he remember such a niche fact about me? Something that not even Asher knows?
“Have something to eat, and then we’ll answer some of your questions.”
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
ROWAN
Watching Hannah eat something I provided her does shit to my brain.
Despite practicing BDSM all my life, I never considered myself a caregiver. It’s not an instinct that I had before I met Hannah, but everything I’ve done since certainly falls under that umbrella.
The need to take care of her every need is always at the front of my mind, always my driving force, and everything else that used to matter to me about being a Dominant doesn’t feel so important anymore.
From what I’ve seen of Asher and Hannah together, my son is the same way when it comes to our girl, and my heart clenches at the knowledge that she’ll never want for anything. Between us, we’ll be able to give her everything she wants and needs, everything she deserves.
She stares at the food in front of her for long seconds before she reaches for the spoon and dips it into the soup.
Asher and I watch as she brings the first mouthful to her pouty lips and moans when the flavors explode on her tongue.
My dick hardens at the sound, but she’s oblivious to what she does to us as she takes a bite of the perfectly grilled sandwich, letting out another happy sound.
Asher tears his eyes off her to stare up at the ceiling, likely trying to will his own reaction to settle down, but we both know it’s pointless.
There’s nothing Hannah could do that wouldn’t have us on the brink of popping a semi.
I busy myself tidying the kitchen while Asher idly scrolls through his phone. We both have shit we need to be doing for the fight on Friday, but that doesn’t matter right now.
