Joy has been absent for almost two years.
Squish is gorgeous, and my sister—she will always be mysister, no matter what—is now almost seventeen...another fucking reason to laugh-cry if you ask me.
Because she's over that crush on Luke, and they're friends. He's her bodyguard, too, and she knows it. But after getting into Juilliard, there's no way she's heading into the world unfettered without some kind of chain attached.
I breathe out and straighten my tie.
"Dude, I need that drink."
Cade shakes his head. "I'll get a bottle, but you can't get drunk. No one can get drunk."
He leaves and is back in minutes.
A high-pitched scream follows him as he walks into the games room at Dad's Hamptons home.
"Here."
"Thanks, man."
I take some deep, long pulls. Enough for the whiskey's heat to burn through the cold of fear inside me and to warm my belly. Enough to drown some of my nerves so I can act like myself.
Cade takes the bottle and helps himself, then hands it back.
He leans against the wall and folds his arms. "Nervous wreck suit you."
"I'm not a nervous wreck."
"You're the Titanic at the bottom of the ocean. Once mighty, now fish food. Or is that Lola food? That girl eats you for breakfast."
I almost laugh.
He has no fucking idea.
She does it after crawling to me, dressed in her tight secretary clothes. Sometimes, I come on her exposed tits. Or in her open mouth.
Once I came on toast, which I told her to eat.
And she fucking licked her lips.
Damn, did I go down on her and then fuck her hard.
Of course, I fed her some toast with whipped maple butter I'd prepped earlier.
She wanted to know why my cum tasted suspiciously like butter and was sweet.
I told her that was me, and next time, if she talked back, I'd feed her cum toast for real.
And she laughed.
Fuck.
I love her. And our games.
Actually, knowing Cade, he probably has a good idea. And I don't think Cade would be shocked. I know how kinky and exhibitionist he and Vi are, how he watches her, plays out her deepest rape fantasies.
We don't go there. Rape fantasies aren't my thing. Control is. And after Lola's ordeal...
Shit. I don't want to go there. Not today.
