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“That’s not the first time Owen and I have ever duked it out. That’s how I earned my nickname from you, remember?”
I chuckle when I recall a six-year-old Claudia standing in a chair on the patio watching Owen and I go at it on the ground over something mean he and River had done to her.Duke him, Bram. Duke him good.And that’s how I became Duke.
That’s the same day she earned her nickname from me. Little dove: peacekeeper extraordinaire—which she obviously was not since she was rooting me on to beat up her brother.
She grasps my chin and turns my face to the side so she can inspect me. “Baby, you’re bleeding. Come with me so we can clean you up.”
I follow her into the bathroom and sit on the lowered toilet seat so she can easily reach my face. I wince when she dabs a wet washcloth to my split lip. “I can’t believe Owen did this to you. And you just let him.”
“He needed to vent his anger. I was giving him that.”
“Well, he could have accomplished that in a different manner without busting your handsome face.”
She doesn’t get it, and I don’t expect her to. “Girls get mad and hold grudges. Say catty things to one another. That’s how your gender argues. Not us. A fist to the face lets someone know you feel like you’ve been wronged and you’re pissed off about it.”
“I don’t like seeing two men I love go at each other with fists.”
“You used to like it.”
“That was before either of you could do any real damage.”
It’s a bloody split lip. No real damage. “Owen vented. It’s over now.”
“It better be over because I’m not watching anything like that again.”
“Owen is going to be okay with this. I could see it beginning to sink in before he left. But I could have another punch or two coming from River.”
“You most certainly do not.”
Try telling him that. “I don’t know. He was pretty pissed off that night in my dining room when he saw us holding hands and professing our love.”
“He has no say.” She forms a circle with her hand. “Zero.”
She finishes washing and inspecting my face. “The bleeding has stopped, but you’re going to be bruised and swollen tomorrow. That’s just freaking great since we’re going to see my parents. Makes me want to put my foot up Owen’s ass for doing this.”
I look at her standing over me in my white undershirt. Nipples poking through the thin cotton fabric. Hem barely covering her ass. And I can’t resist wrapping my hands around her cheeks. “You look good in my shirt.”
“Do I look better in it or out of it?”
“Out.” No question about it.
She clutches the hem and pulls it up and over her head before tossing it to the floor. “And the panties?”
“Off. Now.” My fingers are already dragging them down her legs before the second word is out of my mouth.
I was thinking I’d have her get on top and ride me but the shitter is not the sexiest place for fucking. I think we can do much better. “Hmm… what should I do with you this time, little dove?”
“Anything you want.”
“Mmm… love that attitude.”
I get up and use my hands to turn Claudia around. “You walk, I steer.” I place my palms on her hips and navigate her into the living room toward the sofa. I place my hand between her shoulder blades and push her face down toward the cushions over the arm of the sofa. “I want you just like this, bent over.”
She hesitates and I imagine what must be going through her mind. “Don’t be afraid. We aren’t doing that tonight.”
“I want to do that at some point… maybe after I’ve had time to get used to the regular way. I want to make you happy.”
I glide my hand up her spine to her shoulders and she lowers her head so she’s perfectly positioned for the taking. “You make me very happy. Never think you don’t.”
