Page 117 of Worth Loving You

He arched a brow at Jonas. “Try Congressman Alberts.”

We both jolted, bristled, and snapped our attention to the golden boy, Jack Pampinella. He was gay?

“No fucking way,” he chuckled, shaking his head while sitting straight again.

“I had no idea he was gay.”

Meyers looked at Jack and cleared his throat. “He swings both ways.”

“Well, yeah,” Jonas snorted, waving a hand in the air. “Isn’t she knocked up right now?”

Meyer’s spine snapped straight, checking our surroundings. “No one knows about that, so keep your fucking mouth shut. The Pampinella’s don’t even know yet. I’m not even supposed to know.”

My lids narrowed, my pulse slowing, alarm bells ringing in my ears. “Why the fuck do you know?”

He thumbed his nose, refusing to look at either of us. “Because it might be mine.”

“Jesus Christ!” we both hissed in unison. Jonas punched his arm, and I cradled my forehead, looking at a dead man. It never dawned on me one day one of my brothers would die. It was always a possibility, seeing as how we were born to offer our lives to protect the Pampinella we were assigned to, but I never thought it would happen.

Now he was going to die, and not because of outside forces. Jack Pampinella would slit his throat if he found out he even looked at Amanda, much less got her knocked up.

The fact that I knew this, and I still made the same mistake with Chastity baffled me. Fucking her one time was what Milo was expecting. I had bagged many of his girlfriends in the past, and as soon as I had proven they couldn’t be trusted, he ditched them.

I wasn’t supposed to have her more than once, but how the hell could I stay away? The last few days, living in the same goddamn house, hearing, seeing, smelling her perfume and not touching her had been tortuous.

She pushed her chair away and stood. The black dress she was wearing was a bit unorthodox but on Chastity, it was perfection. The bodice was form fitting with a heart shaped collar that hugged the top of her breasts perfectly; a leather waist corset cinching her frame to accentuate her curves, the top veeing between the bottom of her cleavage to define the roundness of those fantastic tits.

A sheer black fabric with sporadic lacey flowers embroidered across her chest and down her arms, a tiny ruffle at her wrists and around her throat. The main skirt was somewhat fitting with several layers of the same black sheer material flowing over it to her knees. Her legs were shimmering to the shiny black heels that laced around her ankles.

Her hair was swept up, held by a black crystal barrette, a few strands framing her face and neck. Dark shadow surrounded her eyes, and she had a shimmery, clear gloss before their sweet little kiss smeared it away.

She was stunning. The most beautiful woman in the room. She was leaving.

I took a quick gulp of the coffee and hopped to my feet. Not even aware Jonas was chastising Meyers, I grumbled, “Gotta piss. Be right back.”

It wouldn’t be suspicious to Milo that I was following her. When he came home to hear about the threats from the lovers he cut off, he actually told me to never let her out my sight until he dealt with the troublemakers. I was only doing what he asked.

Around the corner and down the dark hallway toward the bathroom, I grabbed her elbow, spun her, and shoved her against the wall, pinning her with my body.

She started to scream so my palm slapped over her mouth. When she saw it was me, the fear did not dissipate.

I removed my hand, placing it on the wall beside her head.

“What are you doing?”

“I wanted to congratulate you,” I hissed, curling my lip with disgust.

She pouted and took a jagged breath. “Thank you. I’m a little surprised, I wasn’t expecting it—”

“I knew. He told me last week he was planning this tonight.”

Her lids rounded and she pulled in a slow gasp. Looking left then right, she whispered, “And you still…s-still…”

“Fucked you?” I finished, rubbing against her. “Hell yeah, I did. Many, many times.”

Her eyes rolled back a bit and glossed, her cheeks turning pink. “Many…” she breathed, arching toward me.

“I think we set a record, kitten. Never had so many orgasms in so little time in my life.”