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Chapter 8
My neurons were firing slowly from the sex. The amazing sex. But I stared at Cain for a good ten seconds before the implication of what he was saying sank in. “Wait. That means there is no way to know who is the biological father.”
“Ding, ding, ding.” Cain gave me a smirk. “Glad I didn’t have to spell it out for you. You’d be amazed at how many people have no idea twins have identical DNA.”
I was stunned. “Cain. That’s horrible.” I started to apologize but stopped myself. He didn’t want that. It was obvious. Written all over his face.
“Yep. It’s the town gossip. Good times.”
I thought about the pain that betrayal must have caused him, and his barstool bravado made a lot more sense. “I fully appreciate now why you hate your brother. I hate him, too, on your behalf.” I didn’t understand that. How could someone do that to his own brother? “That’s just bullshit. I seriously doubt that if he wanted to fuck someone, he couldn’t have found a hookup. Tourist or local. It’s just not that hard.”
That was what always bewildered me when people behaved in ways so clearly designed to hurt others. It wasn’t just selfishness. There had to be a certain malicious quality to it as well.
My words made Cain laugh. “Right? Well said, Sophie. But I doubt shit like this is ever really about sex. It’s about power or revenge or whatever fucked-up reason people have for being horrible human beings.”
I laced my fingers through his, wanting to comfort him, but knowing that wasn’t my place. I wasn’t his girlfriend, or even his friend. “And it’s a child who gets caught in the crossfire.” I wanted to ask why Christian got to claim the right to be his father but I was hesitant. I didn’t want to find myself thrown out of Cain’s house. I was enjoying lying naked with him, our bodies still warm and sticky with our mutual pleasure.
My tears had been somewhat embarrassing but I had been honest with him. The intensity of the physical pleasure had just overwhelmed me.
Cain ran his fingers idly through my hair and caught my gaze. “You’re kind of fucking perfect, do you know that?”
That made me give an involuntarily scoff. “Whatever.” Intelligent, yes. Perfect? Far from it.
He gave my ass a light smack. “Don’t ‘whatever’ me.”
“Why not?” I asked, genuinely curious.
“Because I don’t want you to be that girl who can’t take a compliment. That’s not you.”
“That wasn’t a compliment. That was an outrageous blanket statement.”
He laughed. “Smart-ass. Fine. But here’s the thing—I don’t talk about my brother, okay? And I don’t know why I did just now. But I do know that you didn’t make me regret it.”
“Good,” I said sincerely. “Sometimes it’s easier to talk about things with a total stranger.”
The look Cain gave me made my toes curl. “I don’t think I can say you’re a total stranger.” His hand was resting on my hip.
My leg was still lazily thrown over his. “I guess not,” I said, feeling warm and sore in very intimate places. “But you know what I mean.”
“Yeah. I do.” He started stroking between my thighs.
I was amazed that I could still get aroused. Maybe I had years to make up for. But I did reach down and stop him. “I think my clit has had enough for one night.” It felt a little overstimulated.
His eyebrows rose but he dropped his hand back onto my thigh. “Disappointing, but I respect that.” Then he surprised me by kissing me hard.
I was toying with the idea of letting him continue anyway, despite my swollen and sore body, but he pulled away and gave a very predictable, “I’m thirsty. You want some water or anything?”
“Sure.”
I started to sit up but Cain said, “Stay there. I’ll get it.”
Feeling physically drained, in the best way possible, I was perfectly willing to do just that. “Okay, thanks.” I idly watched him leave, appreciating again how fantastic he looked without clothes.
I figured I had to absorb the view and lock it into my memory banks because when was I ever going to get to see a guy this muscular naked again? Sure, there were doctors and physicists and chemists who worked out, but in my experience they were the exception more than the norm. And the ones that were? They had hot girlfriends, those women somehow blessed with both intelligence and beauty. I’d studied those girls. Wondered at their ability to flirt and laugh and do makeup and be a rational girlfriend all while doing advanced genomics.
Maybe not every woman wanted to be like those chicks, but I did. I wanted it all. Not the fashion sense or the long legs. But to be socially savvy. To have a hot man slipping me the D a few times a week. My nipples tightened. Or every night. That would be even better.
It occurred to me this might be it. My last orgasm at the hands of someone else for a while. Why had I turned Cain down? That was stupid. After tonight I was going to be drowning in wedding events, then back to school. Back to celibacy.
