“Morning,” she said. “I’ve washed up but haven’t gotten dressed yet. Um…do you have like a brush I can use?” She pointed at her hair, and I could only notice now that it was disheveled. Sexy disheveled as if a guy’s hand had messed it while…
My heart in my fucking throat, I clenched my teeth. Her eyes were all innocence. She didn’t even know what she was doing to me, standing with disheveled hair, wearing nothing but my clothes.
“I’ll get you a brush and some pants,” I gritted. “But we’re not going anywhere. The roads are still closed.”
She let go of the sweatshirt. It bounced farther up for a second long enough to show me the black lace of her underwear. “What? No. I can’t stay here any longer. I really have to go to work.”
“Not going to happen today. The storm got worse. Go see for yourself.”
She twisted, her hair swinging behind her back, and her ass jiggled in that scrap of underwear I could clearly see when she ran to the windows.
The next thing I did was get inside the dark room and shut the door. Her head whipped from the curtains toward me. “What are you doing? Why did you close the door?”
Because I want to kiss you wet and hard, fuck your lips with my tongue and strip you off my clothes, push you onto that bed, fit myself between those silky thighs and rub my aching cock into your wet little panties, and then tug that scrap of lace to the side and get myself right into that hot, virgin pussy.
But I wouldn’t do any of that. Because, overnight, she’d become my brother’s girl.
Her teeth dug into her lip “Brandon?”
“If I had been the one kissing you last night, would that have made you happier?” I dared.
Her lashes fluttered. “I…I…don’t know. What I know is that you didn’t kiss me. Zach did. And…I did like it.”
I sucked in a hard breath and spun, cursing at the door. “I just want you to know that I will never forgive myself for waiting too long.” I took my anger out on the doorknob, almost yanking it out of place when I stormed out. “My brother is a good man. He’s going to take good care of you.”
Her footsteps ambled behind my back, but I darted away before she could reach me. Before I did something stupid I’d regret even more.
A muffled sound of broken glass and Kyle cursing stopped me short before I’d reached my room. I ran downstairs, calling out for him. When he didn’t answer, I looked for him in the living room. He wasn’t there either.
A shadow twitched outside. What was that crazy fuck doing out in the storm?
I threw a parka and a scarf on me and opened the front door. Snow whipped my skin and ears as it barged in. I tucked my hands under my armpits, barely seeing anything.
“Kyle, what the hell happened?” I blinked through the storm.
He trudged through knee-deep snow, lurched up the wooden steps and plopped on the porch, blood streaming down his fingers.
“What the hell?” I dragged his drunken ass. “Kyle get inside. You’re hurt.”
He didn’t move with me, snow collecting on his hair. The bastard wasn’t even wearing a coat, his face so pale, his eyes glazed, sunken holes, but if he was freezing his ass off like I was, he didn’t show any sign of it.
I pulled him up with more force. “C’mon, Kyle.” Then Zach, with no shirt on, came into view as I spun us to the door. “I got him. Get back inside before you freeze to death,” I told him.
“What the fuck happened here?” My brother shut the door behind us, and I was immediately grateful for the warmth. “How long have you been out? And what happened to your hand?”
“It’s Jessica.” Kyle shivered as I took him to the guest bathroom downstairs, Zach keeping pressure on the wound.
Alarmed, I helped Kyle of his wet sweater. “Is she okay?”
“Yes,” he hissed, gripping the sink. “The bitch is okay.”
I exchanged a glance with my brother. His gaze dropped to the blood staining the porcelain of the sink and the bathroom floor. Then he examined Kyle’s hand. “You’ll need stitches. I’ll go get a kit.”
Chapter Ten
Keera
A loud, manly scream boomed from downstairs. I fixed my dress quickly and dashed to the hall. I followed the second scream, my heart leaping. When I reached a small bathroom, I found the three guys crammed inside, Kyle seated in only his boxers, blood on several parts of his body, Zach hunched over, a needle in his hand.
