Page 83 of A Song for You

We descend the stairs that lead from the bar area to the main floor, and a voice calls from behind. “Where you guys going?”

I groan as I turn to find my brother and Kevin ambling toward us. “This place sucks. Want to go somewhere else?” Carter asks, his hands in his pockets like he’s bored.

“Fucking cock block,” Jay mutters under his breath, covering his mouth with his hand so that only I can hear his words.

I press my lips together to keep my laugh from escaping. “What happened to your friend?” I ask Carter.

He shrugs. “Wasn’t feeling it.”

Kevin smirks and shakes his head. “No. Turns out Cindy wasn’t thrilled when she realized Carter didn’t recognize her. He fucked her a few weeks ago, and she thought he remembered.”

Jay chuckles beside me, and I find myself wishing he would pull me against his chest so I could feel the way his deep laughter rumbles through him.

Carter throws up his hands. “It was a year ago, asshole. I’d remember her if it was only a few weeks.”

I groan. “You’re disgusting.”

Carter lets out a heavy sigh. “Don’t let these two fool you. One of you probably fucked her after me. Maybe together.” With a brow cocked, he scrutinizes Jay and Kevin.

I close my eyes, trying to unhear that comment. The last thing I want to think about is my brother and Jay fucking the same girl. Or Jay fucking anyone but me.

Jay grips my hip and mouths “never,” as if he knows precisely where my thoughts have gone.

I take a deep breath.

“Stop hitting on my sister,” Carter says, although there’s no real heat behind his words. He waves a hand and heads for the exit. “Let’s get out of here.”

Jay presses behind me as we follow him. In my ear, his steady voice grounds me. “He should be a hell of a lot more worried about me spanking you, don’t you think?”

I laugh out loud as we step out into the cool night.

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Carter did find a girl he hadn’t hooked up with and forgotten, so not long after we ordered drinks at our second stop of the night, he disappeared. Kevin called Nikki and went to her place, probably realizing I wasn’t going to let him follow us home. So I brought my girlfriend back to my apartment, where I made good on my promise to fuck the sass out of her mouth. Her ass was red from the spanking I gave her, but she was drenched when I finally settled between her thighs and made her come repeatedly until neither of us could keep our eyes open.

Unfortunately, I can’t spend today in bed with her like I want. Cat has brunch with her family, and I’ve been summoned by my father.

I press my thumb to her bottom lip as she stands at the door, ready to leave. “Dinner?” I ask, nibbling on her lip before slipping my tongue in her mouth. I fucking can’t get enough.

She hums as she kisses me back, and I snake my hands around her waist, pulling her closer. My other hand runs through her hair. Fuck, I need her.

She pushes me away. “Can’t. I need to focus on this idea that Sophie and I are working on for Jolie. I really want this internship in Paris.”

Cradling her face, I give her a half smile, then press another kiss to her lips. “And I want it for you. Come over when you’re done with Sophie, then? Please, Kitten. I need you in my bed at night.”

She smiles softly and puts her hand on the doorknob. “So needy, Mr. Hanson.”

“For you. I’m everything for you.”

And I don’t even try to hide it.

My father is dressed in a suit when I arrive for lunch. He takes one look at my jeans and grimaces. “What the hell are you wearing?”

It gives me sick pleasure watching him twitch over a pair of jeans. Holding my arms out wide, I look down at my outfit like I don’t understand the issue.