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She was trying to burst a vein in his head. Just trying to take him down and out for the count. “Jesus fuck, Jem.”
“Don’t ask a stupid question if you don’t want a stupid answer.”
“Ain’t the first time my brother woulda taken what was mine.”
Her green eyes narrowed. “What was yours?”
“You know what I mean.” Fuck.
“I’m not yours, Chris.” She pointed to Dyna. “She’s yours.”
Like he needed that fucking reminder. He stopped grinding his teeth to ask, “Why you here?”
“Do I need a reason to bring your daughter to see her family?”
That wasn’t why she was here. “Nope. Why you here?”
She sighed and glanced toward the garage. “Reilly texted me and asked if I wanted to go to lunch.”
She smiled over his shoulder and Cage glanced that way. Reilly and Rook were coming out of the garage together, beelining toward them.
If his brother started sniffing around Jemma, they would both end up fired. He was not going to sit back and watch Rook fuck another woman Cage had his sights on. Or one he already fucked, like he had in the past.
Rook thought it was fucking funny when he could steal one of Cage’s women. Cage never found it so funny. Especially when Rook would use the excuse that he was doing Cage a favor by showing him what a “cheating bitch” she was.
Unfortunately, Rook wasn’t the only one using that excuse. It seemed to be the family motto.
Once when he was seventeen and had managed to nail a woman four years older, he came out of his room to check why it was taking her so long in the bathroom only to find her on her knees in the kitchen sucking off his father.
That time was the last time he brought any women home.
Dutch said—after the bitch swallowed his load, of fucking course—he hadn’t realized she’d come from Cage’s room. Like women just magically popped up in their kitchen to help him with his morning wood. As if Dutch was the Pied Piper of horny women just out there searching for stray hard-ons.
They’d almost come to blows.
But there’d been plenty of times when Cage and Rook had gotten into brawls over pussy. Until they remembered women weren’t worth fighting over. Then they’d wipe off the blood, put a bag of ice against a swollen eye or jaw, and go share a beer and a bowl.
It was one thing to share a sweet butt, it was another to share a woman who wasn’t.
If Rook had known about Sarah, he probably would’ve tried to do her, too.
Fucking motherfucker.
While he loved his brother, he fucking hated him sometimes, too.
He swung his attention back to the woman his brother better not dare touch. Not if Rook wanted to continue breathing. “You bring me lunch?”
“No,” was her answer as Rook and Reilly joined them.
“Hey, baby,” Rook said softly, leaning in to kiss her cheek.
Jemma turned her head and rolled her eyes again. “Really, Rook?”
Rook stepped back and let his gaze slowly slide down her from top to toe. “Fuck yeah. Lookin’ smokin’ hot today, Jem.” He shook his hand like it had been burnt. “Hard to believe you’re that big ugly fucker’s blood.” He said to Reilly, “This is how you should dress for work, woman. Shorts could be a little shorter, though.”
If Jemma’s shorts were any shorter, her snatch would be feeling a breeze.
“I’ll make a note of it,” Reilly said dryly.
“Is he always an asshole like this?” Jemma asked her.
Reilly grinned. “Yep. One hundred percent asshole, one hundred percent of the time.”
“I don’t know how you put up with it,” Jemma continued like Rook wasn’t standing right next to her.
“It’s easy. You do things to get him all worked up, then tell him to his face he won’t ever get a piece of this.” Reilly swept a hand down her body. She snagged her bottom lip between her teeth and gave Rook a sexy, slow wink and blew him a kiss.
“Saved your fuckin’ ass from that psycho motherfucker who wanted to bat your head right out of the park with a home run. Don’t forget that, woman.”
“It doesn’t give you the right to be a dick.”
“Ain’t a dick. Can’t help but appreciate a hot as fuck woman. If you ladies wanna make a Rook sandwich for lunch, I’m available.”
Both women looked at each other, then burst into laughter so loud it woke up Dyna.
Rook grinned and shrugged. “Just puttin’ it out there.”
Cage ignored his asshole brother, pulled Dyna out of the stroller and held her against his shoulder, murmuring nonsense to settle her.
Reilly pressed herself against his side and just about squealed. “She’s so adorable. Oh my God! How did you make such a cute baby, Cage?”
“Probably ain’t his, that’s how,” Rook teased, even though his brother knew the DNA test proved Dyna was.
