I had been hoping I would see her again because we had A LOT of unfinished business to get down to but to find her here, engaged to my douche of a brother?
I remembered the way she had adamantly said ex-fiancé after my tongue had been in her mouth and my dick jumped back to attention. There was no willowy dress today. She wore thin tan linen pants and an off the shoulder white blouse.
My eyes swept down her body as she finally came to the table. The hips were still there, hips I could imagine myself grabbing as I thrust into her, biting down on that freckle dotted shoulder as I did so.
“Liam, I mean Havoc.” An eye roll from my brother, but I didn’t turn to him. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. “This is my fiancé Darcie.”
“Ex fiancé.” She spat it out. Her eyes were even puffier than they had been yesterday, but that could have been because of a tequila induced hangover and not from crying. She hadn’t been crying when my tongue was in her mouth after all. “Well, isn’t this just the cosiest family reunion ever.” I waited until she met my eyes. “I think we should celebrate.”
Lucas narrowed his eyes, pulling out the third chair. Darcie fell into it with a sigh.
“Hey, sweetheart.” I grabbed at a passing waitress’s wrist, fingers curling around her white buttoned-up sleeve. “A round of tequila for the table.”
“Don’t you think it’s a little early for that?”
I didn’t even turn to him. My eyes were still trained on Darcie Summers.
My brother’s fiancé.
And the woman had been making me hard since the moment I had first set eyes on her.
“Oh, I don’t know; Darcie looks like she enjoys a tequila, or five.”
Her eyes flashed, anger making her face tight as she glared at me.
I grinned right back.
Gotcha.
***
“Have you two met?”
I watched, amused as Darcie blushed scarlet. Before turning my face to my brother. My lips curled up in a sneer as I let my eyes meet his. “What makes you think that, Lucas?”
It was obvious she hadn’t told him of her little adventure in town, how she had walked into a biker bar looking like every guy’s wet dream of the girl next door. Or how her body had pressed against mine for just a second as I plundered her mouth with my tongue.
What had she done? Come back here after kissing me and climbed into bed with my brother? Had he fucked her?
“The tequila comment.” Lucas flicked his eyes to Darcie, who raised hers to meet his without flinching.
Maybe she wasn’t so sweet and innocent after all. There was no sign of submission in the look she gave him. “Does it matter?”
I watched as my brother’s face closed down. Anger making the skin tight. “You had been drinking last night. Were you drinking with my brother?”
“Half brother.” I chuckled unhelpfully. Maybe I was an asshole, but I liked the look on my brother’s face as the realisation hit him. “I would rather people not know we are related.”
“Same.” He spat it out between clenched teeth. “Fuck, did you sleep with him, Darcie? What did you do? Ask around until you found out who I was related to, so you could have a quickie in some alleyway?”
Hiding my grin behind my hand, I turned to her. Cocking my head to the side as her own anger bubbled up to meet his.
I was enjoying this, probably a little too much. But hey, any chance I got for getting one over on my brother, I would take it. And I wasn’t above wanting to press his cute little fiancé up against an alley wall. Hell, if she hadn’t disappeared last night, that was exactly what I had planned for us.
“One.” She held up a single finger. “I didn’t even know you had a brother Lucas. But then again, I know nothing about you at all, do I? Even after two years together.” She took a deep breath, and the movement made her chest rise and fall, and my eyes darted to breasts I didn’t look away, not straight away anyway. A woman with curves like that deserved to be looked at. Looked at, admired and fucked.
“And two, we are broken up. Who I sleep with has absolutely nothing to do with you anymore.”
I chuckled. And both of them turned to me with a frown.
