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“Tell me.”
“Cami, I want ya, but I can’t.”
I wrap my arms around the back of his neck and arch my back so my breasts are inches from his mouth.
“Why? No one has to know.” I commence rocking against his erection, grinding my pussy against him as he clenches his jaw, his sense of morals diminishing by the second.
“It’s wrong. I won’t do that to Rory. Oh, fucking hell,” he groans when I lick the seam of his deceitful lips.
“I suppose fucking your sister is also wrong,” I state, reaching between us and unfastening his zipper. When I wrap my hand around his hot shaft, he throws his head back and moans. “Okay, I’ll stop.”
But the reason behind why I started this is finally revealed.
“Naw…yer not. Yer not my…sister. Sean is my dad. Not Brody.”
Tonguing my cheek, I shake my head, unbelieving I had to find out the truth from two immoral pieces of shit, and not Punky.
“I know,” I spit, angered. “I just wanted to hear you say it. I wanted you to admit that you’ve been lying to me this entire time, you fucking asshole!”
Jumping off him, I rip the towel from the rack and wrap it around myself.
Punky’s passion is soon replaced with confusion. “Ya knew? How?”
“Brody called me to the pub to tell me he wasn’t your father. That’s why he said I shouldn’t trust you, for you to keep such a life-changing secret from me proves thatyoudon’t trust me. He wanted to make amends and thought by ratting you out, I’d see you were the bad guy, not him.
“He thought by telling me, my alliances would shift, and I would be onhisside. I would lay my claim to being a Doyle just like he’s always wanted me to do. He knows I’m an enemy he doesn’t want to have.”
Punky quickly does up his jeans before coming to a stand. But it’s my turn to talk.
“I didn’t want to believe Brody. I mean, making me believe that you were my brother is just cruel, especially since we were moments away from fucking at my engagement party! Do you know how fucked up I’ve been?
“Having these sorts of feelings for someone who I believed was my brother?”
“I’m sorry,” he says, trying to explain, but the time for explanations has come and gone.
“But when your father called me and confirmed what Brody told me, I knew it was true. That’s why Sean called me. To pass on the message to you, but to also tell me the truth—thathe’syour father! You’ve lied to me this entire time. How could you?”
“Baby—”
I can’t stop myself and slap his cheek—hard. The moment I do, I instantly regret it because this won’t be solved with violence. That’s why we’re in the position we’re in.
“You’re nothing but a liar.”
“Aye, that I am,” he replies, rubbing his cheek. “I didn’t want to tell ya ’cause yer better off without me. Trouble only follows me. I don’t want that for ya. I want ya to be happy. I want ya to be safe.”
“Oh, grow up!” I snap, not accepting his excuses. “I’m a grown-ass woman and can make my own choices. I don’t need protecting. This isn’t nineteen twenty. Chivalry is fucking sexist.”
Punky exhales loudly. “I fucked up, so I did. But yer happy with Rory, and I knew if I told ya the truth, ye’d—”
I chuckle, incredulous. “I’d what? Swoon at your feet? Follow you around like a lost little puppy? Please. Give me a little credit.”
“Ye can’t deny the attraction is still there. It never went away,” he states, which has a bubble of happiness floating to the surface. I soon pop it, infuriated.
“I was afraid if I told ya, I’d fuck up everything. Rory is my mate, and I didn’t want to hurt either of ya.”
“Are you even listening to yourself?” I question, arching a brow.
“Tell me y’ll go back to Rory, now that ya know the truth,” he challenges, but the joke’s on him.
