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Faster.
Closer.
“Danny!”
Faster.
Closer.
“Oh my God.” She exhales over the words and starts twitching against me, and my dick detonates, my knees go weak, giving, and I slump forward, pinning her to the wood.
“Fucking hell.”
She pants and gasps, arms holding my shoulders, head dropped back, looking up at the sky. I take her chin and direct her face back down. Kiss her far more gently than I just fucked her.
She feels my face, her fingertip dragging from my eye to my lip across my scar. “Come back to me,” she whispers, still a little short of breath.
“Where else would I go?” I turn my face out slightly, latching on to her finger, and suck it into my mouth. Maggie stirs, and I laugh under my breath. “Hard and fast has a whole new meaning these days,” I whisper, slipping out on a suppressed grunt. I look down at Rose’s chest. “As does getting you wet.”
She pouts down at her leaking boobs as I pull my jeans up and button the fly.
“Sore?” I ask, the strain of them against her dress making me wince on her behalf.
“Not as much.” She pulls her dress back into place and wanders over to Maggie as I follow, doing up my belt. “Hey,” she coos, leaning over the stroller. “Is someone hungry?”
“Starving,” I mutter, one hand claiming the handle and pushing Maggie back to the house, the other claiming Rose’s hand.
Brad’s coming down the stairs as we pass through the hallway, and I stop, evaluating his persona. I fucking hate what I conclude. White-hot rage. “The office,” he says as he stalks past, his thumbs working across the screen of his phone. “Everyone.”
“How’s Pearl?” Rose calls.
“Alive.”
“I need to thank her,” she says quietly, looking down at our baby girl. I can’t even let my mind go there. It would be Armageddon.
“Mum will watch Maggie.”
“I need to feed her first before my boobs burst.”
“Or she bursts,” I say dryly, looking toward the office, kind of worried about what I’m about to find out. I remember all too vividly the emotions that flooded me the day Rose shared her past with me. She’d been sent to seduce me. Sent to get information, set me up. Get me killed. We can’t argue Pearl was serving a similar purpose for the enemy and Brad took the bait. No one sends a fucking virgin to loosen a man’s lips with her power of seduction, for obvious fucking reasons. Pearl was here because she was terrified of the alternative. Brad’s simply an additional layer to the messy situation. He’s not going to be in a good place.
I walk Rose to the kitchen and nod to the others, who all get up and follow me to the office. Brad’s arms are braced against the drinks cabinet, the glass James poured for him empty.
“You’d better sit down,” he says, facing the room. Everyone, quiet, apprehensive, looks at each other as we all find a seat. “I’m going to give you the shorter, less graphic version, because I don’t think I can hear it all out loud again.”
My heart thuds hard, and I shift in my chair, trying to get comfortable as James flicks wary eyes my way.
“Pearl’s father was Bernard King’s brother.”
“He’s her uncle?” James breathes.
“What was her father’s name?” Otto asks.
“He was known as Arnold Kennedy. Before that, he was Arnold King. He changed his surname.”
“Why?” I ask.
“To try and disassociate himself from his brother.”
