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My cheeks heat, and I lean back a little. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to offend you. I shouldn’t have said anything.”
He’s quiet for a beat before saying, “It’s my brother dropping by. Cameron.”
“The one you work for.”
“Yeah. He’s my only sibling.” He glances at me. “You got siblings?”
“A brother. Jack.” I swallow around the sudden lump in my throat. It’s been so long since I’ve actually spoken his name. When we were first separated, I used to ask Tony about him all the time. But eventually, I realized he would never give me the answers I was looking for.
“How old is he?”
“Five years younger than me. Fifteen.” It’s also been five years since I’ve seen him. Five years since Tony took me away from him, to the cabin in the woods. Five years since Tony started training me.
“You sound sad when you talk about him,” Parker says. “Do you guys not get along?”
“I just haven’t seen him in a while.” It’s all I can say. There’s no way I could tell anyone about what happened to separate me and Jack. Tony would kill me.
“Does he know where you are?”
I look up at him. “You mean, does he know what I do for a living?”
Parker nods.
“No. If you were doing that, is it something you’d tell Cameron?”
“Probably not.” He hesitates before saying, “But maybe Jack would want to hear from you.”
The words sting even though he didn’t mean for them to. I want to talk to Jack, and I’m sure he wants to see me too. But Jack has no idea what I’ve been doing with Tony all this time. All I can hope is that Tony hasn’t turned him into the same thing he turned me into.
Six
Parker
Even though Cam won’t be here for an hour, I don’t reach for Rhys again. The way he shut down when he thought I was inviting someone else over to be with us bothered me. Not that I have anything against threesomes, but it was the way Rhys seemed to think he had no say in the matter.
But Rhys doesn’t seem as bothered as I am because when I get up to get some water, he follows me. He’s still in just his jeans with no shirt on, and I try not to stare at the healing bruises along his stomach and chest.
I offer him some water, but he shakes his head before taking my hand and pulling me back out of the kitchen. “Rhys, we don’t have to do this.”
“You are the only client I’ve had to talk into fucking me,” Rhys says, his voice blunt.
“You were upset at the thought of me inviting someone over, but you didn’t say anything,” I reply, letting him guide me back into the bedroom, but I stop in the middle of the floor, and he does the same reluctantly. “I don’t want you to do something with me because you think you have to.”
His lips press into a thin line, and he sounds a little irritated when he says, “If I promise to ask you to stop, will you let it go?”
I nod and wait for him to actually make the promise. He looks like he’s barely resisting the urge to roll his eyes, but he says it. And only then do I feel like I can really touch him.
My hands are unsteady as I glide them against Rhys’s skin so I can pop the button on his blue jeans. Then my hand is inside Rhys’s briefs, and the feel of his skin against my palm steals my breath away.
Rhys’s hips buck as he presses against my hand, and then he lets out the sexiest moan I’ve ever heard.
Without breaking his mouth from mine, Rhys backs me up until my legs hit the bed behind me. Then he pushes me gently, guiding me to sit on the mattress, pulling my hand halfway out of his underwear.
I start to protest because all I want is to feel him against me, but Rhys drops to his knees in front of me. Then he’s running his fingers over the zipper of my slacks.
I suck in a breath, trying not to come immediately. I can’t remember another time when I was so turned on by a man.
Slowly—too slowly—Rhys slides my zipper down and pulls my cock free. Then he glances up at me, his blue eyes lit from the lamp on the side table. He’s flushed pink, and the wariness that was in his eyes when he first showed up here is gone. Replaced with lust.
