I swim closer, and we both tread water.
“Because I want you here.”
“It feels like it’s a game of here and there. Want me… don’t want me…”
“I’ve always wanted you,” I tell her sincerely. “That has never changed.” I swim closer and my hands go under the water and pull her to me. Her legs go willingly around my waist, as if this is a natural move, and I step us back so I can touch the bottom but still be under the cover of the water.
“You’re having a baby with another woman.”
“I am.” There’s no denying that and no point trying to.
“You are engaged to her.”
“I am, but I’m going to work a way out of it. You saw that she no longer wants me.” Sailor brushes my hair from my face, and I can’t help but lean into her touch.
Why does she make me feel like I’m a fucking god when she’s around? It’s like a high I never knew I wanted to chase, but I am chasing it with her.
“But she does, because she wants you. Regardless. And until that’s finalized, I will not fuck you.” She tries to push back from me, but I tighten my hold, pulling her back. “I will not be the other woman, Keir.”
“I don’t want you to be. I want it to be you, and only you.”
“You just want me to suck your cock.” She smirks.
“I’d rather taste your pussy. Oh, how I’ve missed that.”
Sailor bites her lip and pulls farther out of my arms. “Sort it out with your fiancée,” she calls out, heading back to the beach.
Fuck! I can’t get out of the water because my cock is hard as a rock right now, so I swim and burn it off.
It’s late, everyone is asleep, but I’m pacing. Pacing because I need to work out what to do. I can’t do this any longer. This is not what I want.
My life has been planned out for me for so long, that I’m afraid to step off the path that has been set for me in some sort of fucking concrete. I could ruin it all because I’m falling in love with someone I shouldn’t.
My mother wants me to end it with Paige. I can deal with whatever is to come, whatever the fallout might be. I’ve been the boss for long enough that not many would turn against me.
I hope.
But what if they do?
That would not only mean I wouldn’t get Sailor in the end, but I would lose everything—possibly even my life. Then what?
A knock comes on the front door. It’s late, so I’m not sure who it could be at this hour. I pull the door open to see a man is standing there with a bag. “Delivery for Keir.”
“Who the fuck ordered something this late? And why are you even delivering this time of night?” I ask.
“Look, man, are you Keir? Because I have to go on to my next delivery.”
“Yes. Fucking hand it over.”
My eyes are on the bag.
What the fuck did someone order this late? Pizza?
I watch as he pulls something out of his bag. I get the first glint of something black and look up to notice the man is dressed in all black with no indication he’s a delivery driver. His hand moves fast, but mine does as well. His gun goes off, but I manage to hit his arm just in time so the bullet goes wide, but it makes a loud noise as it hits the security screen.
“Fuck.” He turns and starts running.
I’m already hyped up, so I start chasing him, and before he gets to his bike, I tackle him to the ground. He turns and manages to punch me, but it’s not enough to stop me. I pin him and then knock him out cold with a hit to the face.
“What the fuck!” Joey comes out dressed in a pair of shorts. “You’re shooting the Uber driver now?” He shakes his head. “Did he at least bring pizza?”
“Get the fuck over here and help me.”
“Seems you have it under control,” Joey says, shrugging.
For fuck’s sake, I’m going to shrug those fucking shoulders right off of him soon. He huffs and walks over, then hits the guy in the face. I give him a look, honing in my last ounce of patience.
“What? You did it, why can’t I?”
Lord help me.
Pulling the guy up, we’re dragging him inside when we turn to find a car driving up the driveway. When it stops, a woman gets out, high-heeled boots click on the ground. As she gets closer, she smiles. “Heya, boys.”
Joey groans and I shake my head.
“What do you want?”
“First, tell me what you’re doing with the delivery driver.” Piper, with her black hair and dark eyes, stares at me. She used to annoy me so fucking much growing up, and she still does.
“Your brother is inside. Go annoy him,” Joey comments as we walk inside and throw the dude to the floor. Joey goes to get more help while Piper stands there smiling at me.
“I’m a bit sad you never invite me to your gatherings anymore.” She waves her hand around the room.
“Why are you here this late?” I ask.
“I just flew in from Italy. Seeing family. Thought I would come see more since Paige is blowing up social media about you.”
“What?” I ask, confused.
“Do you ever check your Instagram?” She holds her hand up. “That’s right, you have people to do that now, don’t you?” She gives me an eye roll.
Piper’s always been full-on. Some would say she has bigger balls than her brother, Roberto.
“Anyway, you have well over one million followers on there at this point. Seems being an eligible bachelor makes all the girls horny for you.” She winks.
She’s right, I do have someone else control all social media for me, so I haven’t been on there for ages and I just don’t want to be. It’s not something I planned to keep, but in this day and age, social media is king. And it’s smart to have my finger in it because it’s great advertising for my businesses. If my followers know I’m going to be somewhere then they will come.
“Where is Phillip? I need help with my bags.”
“He isn’t your slave, get your own bags.”
Piper rolls her eyes and walks out.
“Fuck, she’s here.”
I turn to Roberto as he catches sight of his sister. I would laugh at his discomfort, but my delivery driver makes a weird sound and starts to wake.
Chapter Eighteen
Sailor
It’s noisy and people are yelling. That’s my first thought when I wake up in the morning. What the hell is going on? I check on Wren to see her still asleep, then pull open the door to raised voices, and I’d know one of those voices anywhere.
That voice haunts me and excites me. Keir. But the others, I’m having trouble working out who is who. I creep closer to the disturbance, being sure to keep the door open to Wren’s room in case she does wake.
“No, you need to leave. Fucking hell, Piper, what are you doing here?”
I step around the corner so I can see them all, including a woman I don’t know, sitting on a chair, with one heel kicked up in the air, crossed over the other. And she’s smirking as Roberto leans down and yells at her.
“She isn’t staying, right?” Joey asks, raising a brow.