I glare at Linc. The only time I talk about my life is when he pushes me to. “Don’t worry about it? I cannot believe you. What if he presses charges?”
Linc doesn’t miss a beat, his privileged life a precursor for all his bad behavior. “My father’s lawyers will handle it before he makes it to the police station. And I let him know that.”
“Jesus, Linc.” Colt runs his hand through his soft, brown waves. “It still wasn’t your place.”
“You’re right, little brother.” Again with the male dominance game, Linc crowds Colt’s body that has recently caught up to his size. They’re evenly matched now. “It should have been you.”
“Linc . . . don’t,” I warn because I see the fire in his eyes. I know he won’t hold back, and things are quickly getting out of control.
“She asked me not to. I respect her enough to trust her.”
“Bullshit. We all know it wouldn’t have stopped. He would have done it again. Or even worse, what if he comes in drunk and horny?” He nods in my direction. “You think P isn’t going to look good to him then?”
“Don’t talk about her that way.”
“Your girlfriend has developed into a fine piece of ass, Colt. You’re going to have to grow a fucking pair and keep men away from her.”
Before I can get one word in or even call Linc an asshole for his description of me, Colt lunges at his brother, knocking him to the floor and throwing a fist that Linc dodges.
This is not good at all. I’ve seen them wrestle before, but this is driven by rage.
Colt throws another fist, and this time, it lands on Linc’s jaw before Linc punches him in the stomach and pushes him off, but Colt jumps back at him as Linc stands up. I do the only thing I can do. I move right between the two brothers, hoping I don’t get punched in the face, but not caring because I can’t watch them kill each other.
“Stop!” I shout as Colt pulls his arm back and thank God stops the trajectory of his fist before he connects.
“Pea, move.”
“No. This isn’t about you two assholes. Stop this. Now.”
“This has been brewing for a while, P.”
I turn to Linc. “Don’t do this. You had no right to go after my foster father. End of story.”
Colt is out of breath, and I hear Linc panting with rage from behind me. I lock eyes with my boyfriend, begging him to stop this. I’ve never seen him act like this before, and it’s frightening. He’s always so calm and under control.
I turn back to Linc, his face already swelling where Colt hit him. Part of me wants to bruise the other cheek. “Do not fuck this up for me, Linc.”
“Fuck what up for you, P? A home where you’re getting beat up?”
“Like I said, there are worse things.”
“What the fuck could be worse than that?”
“Just drop it.” I turn back to Colt. Standing a foot from him, I brush his cheek with a kiss. “I’ll see you later.”
“Pea.” He takes my hand in his. “You don’t have to stay there.”
I’m so furious at Linc for pushing this, for showing up at my house. I just needed a day or two more to heal. “I’m okay, Colt. It’s fine. Two more years, and I’m free.”
The worry won’t shake from his face, and I hate the concern I see there. I look at Linc, so fucking angry I could scream. “Stay away from where I’m living. Stay out of my life.”
His eyes darken, and I see the challenge in them.
“I mean it, Linc.”
I turn and leave his room, feeling angry and embarrassed and unsure how to handle it without imploding.
I catch the bus and go to the only other place I love as much as the Sterling house.
I need to fix the distorted image.
“You’re such a fucking asshole.”
Of course, the one fucking time I’m the good guy and step in, I get the brunt of her anger. Nothing’s changed. I should have just let her fuck the frat douchebags. What the hell do I care if she’s thoroughly unsatisfied by two dicks this time?
Because what she’s searching for, none of them can give her.
I toss my keys down on the coffee table and sit on the couch.
“Just go to bed, P. Sleep it off.”
She moves to where I’m sitting, standing directly in front of me, her eyes full of something ominous as she kneels between my legs, tipping her chin up to look into my eyes, both hands resting on my knees. “You owe me an orgasm. Or two.”
Is she fucking kidding me right now? “Doubt either of them could have gotten you off even once. But if you want to come, I guess I can help you out.” I lean forward, getting into her pretty face. “You want a vibrator?”
Her hands slide up my thighs. “I think we have all we need right here.”
I stand up, pushing her away. “Go to bed.” I start to walk away, stopping to look out at the lake, and she comes behind me, her hands on my shoulders.
Her mouth is at my ear. “Come on. Just do it, Linc.” I feel her breasts pressing against my back. “I need this.”
I turn around, facing her, forcing her to walk back a step. “What are you, a sex addict or something? You need rehab?”
She looks offended, her eyes widening as she steps back again, my body crowds hers as her ass meets the back of the couch. “Don’t you dare pretend like we’re different. You’ve been having sex with random girls for years.”
“That is different.”
“How?”
My hands rest on her hips. “You’re not having a good time. You’re trying to fuck Colt out of your system.” My lips dance over hers. “I was a whore long before he was gone.”
I notice her wince when I say the word “gone,” and my own heart strongly squeezes in my chest when I say it. But then she squares her shoulders and leans into me, her hand resting on my chest.
“So then, help me.”
Her hands land on my belt, yanking it lose quickly, undoing my pants at lightning speed as her eyes meet mine with determination and hunger. “You can’t offer sex, P. I’m not a good guy. I’m not him. I’ll fucking take it and won’t feel bad the next day.”
My hands move to her belt, flicking the metal through the hole and looping it through the buckle opening it, gauging the amount of hesitance I see in her eyes.
There’s none. “Fuck me like you did the first time.”
Christ. My dick hardens just being reminded of the first time we were together.
I flick the button on her shorts and lower the zipper, looking into her eyes. “Now’s the time to say ‘uncle’ if you’re bluffing.”
“Now, why would I do that? That would end all the fun.”
I push her shorts down partially over one hip enough to allow me to shove my hand into her panties, cupping her pussy in my hand as I look directly in her devious eyes. “You really fucking want this?”
My free hand cups her ass over the shorts, bracing her as her hips move forward, bucking against my hand. “You feel how wet I am?”
I swallow, as I run two fingers through her wet folds, and lean into her, my body molding to hers as I use one finger to slide over her swollen clit. “P,” I breathe against her mouth as my hips thrust forward, pressing against her thigh. One of my fingers enters her and then another, sliding in and out and then spreading the wetness over her clit, bringing her closer and closer to an orgasm.