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“You have to be bored out of your mind at that diner,” Cas says, his smugness reminding me just how different the two of us are. “What’s the harm if you jump ship early? I could use your help around there.”
I cross my arms, surprised by these words. Unable to trust them because I don’t fucking trust my brother. I search the kitchen for Dad, but he’s probably taking a call. “Really?”
“I’ll be taking over as CEO soon. Could use a solid VP.”
My blood goes from neutral to boiling in three seconds flat. I’m sure I’ve heard wrong. “What did you say?”
“Dad didn’t tell you?”
“Tell mewhat?” I sense Kinley at my side, but the usual calmness I feel at her presence isn’t there. I’m too fucking worked up. Is this why we’re having a family dinner? So Dad can announce his retirement and Cas taking the reins in the same fucking breath?
“I thought you knew,” Cas says, a flash of remorse in his eyes that almost seems genuine.
I storm out of the kitchen, determined to have this out with my father once and for all.
CHAPTER17
Kinley
Iignore the warnings from everyone in the kitchen and immediately run after Rowan. I’m shaking I’m so damn mad. Cassius has always been a little arrogant. But that was a low blow, even for him. He knew damn well Arthur hadn’t told Rowan about his retirement. He just wanted to rub it in.
“Rowan,” I call out, running down the familiar halls. It’s been years since I’ve been inside this log mansion, but I remember it well. Especially the hiding spots Rowan and I used to seek out.
I turn a corner down a narrow hall and nearly run into Rowan’s back. “Kin, what are you doing?”
“You can’t talk to him like this.” I reach for his hand, threading my fingers through his. If Rowan could just calm down, he might realize that this announcement, though an unexpected gut-punch, is really a blessing in disguise. It’s an opportunity to tell his family what he really wants for himself.
“Kin,” he says, his voice a warning.
The narrow hallway leads to an expansive deck. As kids, we used to hide from Reena in the powder room when she was driving us nuts. I tug him forward by the hand, leading him into the small but elegant bathroom. He only resists for a few seconds. Until I look over my shoulder, flashing him a seductive grin. “Can you think of a better way to blow off some steam, babe?”
“Kinley.” The warning isn’t as strong. His feet shuffle forward.
I pull him into the bathroom and close the door. “Fuck me, Rowan. Please?” I undo the button of his jeans and tug down his zipper. He watches me intently as I drop my hand inside his boxers, wrapping my fingers around his cock. Precum coats my fingers with each slow stroke.
“I’m not going to use you, Kinley. You mean too much to me.”
“Use me?” I let out a quiet laugh. This wasn’t how I pictured my confession, but I’m going for it anyway. “We’re way beyond that possibility, Rowan. I’m in love with you, and I’m pretty sure you’re in love with me too.”
“What?”
I squeeze his cock hard. “I said what I said.”
Rowan moves with such stealth, his lips crashing to mine as he backs me against the vanity. Before I know what’s happened, I’m dizzy. Standing on wobbly knees as I face the mirror. My dress is hiked up on my hips and my panties are at my ankles. Rowan steps up behind me, his cock pressing at my entrance.
I close my eyes, anticipating the moment when he fills me.
“No,” Rowan growls against my ear. He shoves my dress up higher, taking the bra with it. Exposing my breasts. “Keep your eyes open, babe. You’re going to watch us both the whole time I fuck you. I want you to see how damn beautiful you look when you come on my cock.”
Wetness drips down the inside of my thighs at his firm, dirty commands. It was like a dirty little secret I kept all those years since the creek incident, wondering what Rowan might be like with a woman. Wondering if he was slow and methodical or rough and dominant. Turns out, he’s all of the above and everything in between.
“Can you do that, Kin?” he whispers against my ear, his breath hot on my cheek.
“Yea—yeah.” I’m so damn worked up for this man I can hardly stutter a single word. “Eyes op—open.”
“Good girl.” He grips my hips, bends his knees, and plunges into me with such force I lift off my toes. I bite down on my lip, desperately trying to swallow my cries of pleasure. Rowan’s smirk promises he knows exactly how hard I’m trying to be quiet. He reaches a hand around my waist, fingering my clit as he thrusts into me repeatedly.
I watch us in the mirror, so fucking turned on by everything I see. It’s not just the dark, hungry look in his eyes. It’s the way my tits bounce with each slap of our bodies. The way his hand looks between my legs as he takes me over the edge.
