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“Now she can come,” Bryant said, stroking her hair. “Look at me, sweetheart. I want to watch your face as you come all over your Daddy’s cock.”
Lifting her head, she met his gaze just as James pushed her over the edge. Her core tightened, and everything inside of her shattered, sending waves of pleasure washing over her. James followed her over, slamming his hips against her aching bottom as he filled her.
“Come here, Livvy.” Scooting down the bed, Bryant pulled her into his arms and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “You were such a good girl.”
“Thank you, sir.” Snuggling into him, she yawned, and James wrapped his arms around her from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder.
“Sleep, little one. You earned it.”
Grinning at her Daddy’s praise, she fell asleep cradled between them.
Chapter25
Once Olivia’s soft snores reached them, the brothers carefully untangled themselves from her and slipped out of bed, dressing as quietly as they could before tiptoeing out of the room. James paused in the doorway, looking back at his wife, sprawled out on her bed, worn out from their play. His heart did a slow roll in his chest at the sight.
“You okay?” Bryant whispered from the hall.
“Yeah.” Leaving the door halfway open, he turned and headed for the stairs. “She’s out like a light.”
“We wore her out.” With a grin and a wink, Bryant headed for the liquor cabinet and poured them each a finger of scotch. “Thanks for inviting me over.”
“She needed it.” Because it was Bryant, the confession came easily. “She needed harsh, and I don’t know if I would have had it in me to give it to her without you there.”
“Sure you would.” Bryant sipped his scotch, studying his brother over the rim of the glass. “But I was happy to help. Think she’ll sleep the rest of the night?”
“I hope so. She hasn’t slept well since Shannon was attacked.”
It was interesting to watch the emotions play out across his brother’s face. Olivia was right; there was something there between him and the pretty blonde.
“I hate sitting here, waiting for the cops to find this guy. I wish there was something we could do.” Frowning as if surprised to find his glass suddenly empty, Bryant went to pour himself another.
“Me too. But anything we might try would put one or both of them in danger.” Swirling the amber liquid, James studied his brother. “Maybe Tracy had the right idea, getting out of town.”
“None of us can afford to just disappear. And when would we come back? We have to accept that the cops may not catch him, and then what?” Scowling, Bryant sipped his drink. “We all move away, start over? Let him chase us out of town? Fuck that.”
“Point taken. I just want them safe, Bry.”
Bryant’s expression softened with understanding. “Me too. So, we keep them safe. You enforce the rules with Livvy and, well, I guess we hope she can talk Shannon into following along.”
Laughing, James shook his head. “Good luck with that. The best we can hope for is that her brush with death has scared her into being more careful. And her firm, for that matter, since they seemed to think it was no big deal.”
“Fuckers.” Bryant’s grip on the tumbler tightened. If it hadn’t been solid crystal, James might have worried it would shatter. “They deserve to be in that hospital bed, not her.”
“No argument from me.” It still grated that he hadn’t been able to make them see how important it was to protect her from the start. Maybe if he’d pushed a little harder, Shannon wouldn’t be lying in a hospital bed with a black eye and fingerprints on her neck.
“Hey. Cut it out.”
Looking over, he found Bryant glaring at him. “What?”
“I can see you blaming yourself. Stop.”
He didn’t even bother to ask how Bryant could ‘see’ something like that. Despite being fraternal and not identical twins, they still had a connection even he couldn’t explain. “It’s hard not to feel like there isn’t more I could have done for her.”
“Well, like the cops told Livvy, this is all on the asshole who attacked her. Nobody else.” Pausing, Bryant shrugged and smiled what James always thought of as his ‘Lawyer Shark’ smile. “Well, maybe the assholes at her firm, too. But not you. Got it?”
The lecture helped to settle his nerves as much as the scotch had. “Got it. You staying the night?”
“You need me to?”
