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“Fuck, this isn’t slow, Paige. This is so not slow,” I said forcing my mouth from hers.
Without a word, she pulled my mouth back to hers. Our first kiss was nothing like this. It was awkward, messy. Unexperienced tongues trying to figure out how to move together in a fluid motion. This kiss said a million unspoken things.
I love you. I’ve always loved you. I want you. I fucking need to be inside you.
“Son-of-a-bitch, Paige.”
I pressed my cock to her as she wrapped her legs around me, a moan moving from her mouth to mine.
“Lucas.”
“Stop saying my name like that or I’m going to fuck you right here. And then there goes slow right out the window.”
She bit down on my lip. My hand slipped up her shirt and teased her nipple through the lace of her bra.
“Don’t stop, Lucas. Please don’t stop.”
“We said slow.”
“Just a little more. Please.”
Who was I to deny her?
“I want to make you come, Paige.”
“I won’t argue with that,” she panted, her hands moving over my hard cock and making their way to what I hoped was her hand in my pants.
“I will.”
I froze, as did Paige.
We drew our mouths away from one another and turned to find Tom Miller standing in the middle of the attic.
Her fucking brother. Holy shit. I had stopped by the Miller ranch to talk to him, but he hadn’t been there. And now he was here. Watching me dry hump his sister.
“Oh my god!” Paige whispered, pushing me off of her. “Tom!”
I stood, not even bothering to hide the raging hard-on. The way he was looking at me, I had no doubt my dick would shrink by the second.
Yep. There it was, the ultimate cause of a deflating cock. The brother. The father would do it, too.
Paige frantically looked at me, then to her brother.
“What, why are you, I didn’t know you were coming over,” she finally managed to say.
He stared at me with pure anger. Or maybe it was hatred. I wasn’t sure. Either way, things were not looking good for me.
“After this dickhead stopped by the ranch to talk to me, I tried calling your cell, and I haven’t heard from you. I got worried, so I came over.”
“Sorry about that. I must have left my phone downstairs. Everything is fine.”
“What are you doing up here?” he asked, his gaze and words directed solely to me.
“We were, uh, trying to find a chest.”
He raised his brow. “Seems like you found it.”
“Tom, please. Let’s go back downstairs. I’ll make you some tea.”
“What is your game, Foster?” he asked.
“There is no game, Tom. I stopped by to talk to you. Tell you I was sorry about how things happened between me and Paige.”
Paige looked at me with a stunned expression. “You did?”
I gave her a soft smile. “My dad told me Tom was angry with me.”
“Ha,” Tom said. “That’s putting it lightly. If you think I’m mad, just be glad you didn’t run into my father.”
Walking toward her brother, Paige said, “Tom, let’s go downstairs.”
He turned to her. “He has a girlfriend, remember? Have you forgotten how he treated you? How he hurt you?”
Guilt clawed at my chest and into my throat.
“We’ve talked about things, and he doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“Why is he here?”
Paige looked at me, utter panic in her eyes. Holy shit, she hadn’t told her family yet.
“He lives here.”
With that statement, I quickly looked for an escape because Tom Miller was fixin’ to kick my ass.
I leaned against the counter in the kitchen and tried not to let my fear show. Tom was currently sitting at the table, shooting me death rays from his eyes.
“When were you going to tell us he’s living here?”
“The next time I saw you and Daddy. You know he owns half of the house.”
“Yes, just like I knew he lived in Austin with some fancy model in some fancy apartment and dressed like a damn hipster. I also knew he couldn’t have been bothered to show up for his own granddaddy’s funeral.”
“That’s enough, Tom. You don’t know the whole story,” Paige said in a matter-of-fact tone.
It felt like déjà vu. Except the last time I stood in a kitchen with a man staring at me like he hated me, I was much younger. Paige was trying then, like she was now, to convince her father I had only good intentions. The only problem was, I had been well on my way to stripping her naked and taking her, and if her father hadn’t showed up, things would have gotten complicated. Now it was her brother in the role of her dad.
“Then tell me the story, Paige. Because what I just saw didn’t look innocent.”
“We got caught up in old memories,” I said.
He glared at me, and Paige shot me a look that said stop talking.
