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My head tilts. “How come?”
Lee shrugs. “We don’t have the typical brotherly relationship since he had to take me under his wing after my dad died and my mom checked out. In a lot of ways, he was like a father to me. Plus, he was always kinda shut down emotionally. But all that’s changed now.”
“Because he’s married?” Just google either Lee or Kane Burrows and you’ll see Kane Burrows married Jana Gerhardt, the heir to the Florida Fury. I wonder how their relationship was viewed. The coach and the owner getting married.
Lee nods. “Yeah, Jana really brings out the best in him and I feel closer to him now that he’s not hell-bent on telling me how not to live.” He rolls his eyes at his brother’s expense.
“And your mom? Do you talk to her?”
Tension coils in his shoulders.
“I’m sorry. We don’t have to talk about her if you don’t want to.”
He puts down his fork and wipes his mouth. “It’s fine.” After a long sigh, he continues. “I talk to her here and there, but we’re not close. My aunt keeps an eye on her, but honestly, it’s usually just a cycle where she’ll be doing well, then stops taking her meds, then she has a big episode and ends up at the hospital, goes back on her meds… rinse and repeat.”
“That must be really difficult.”
He glances out the window at his million-dollar view. “It is. Sometimes it feels like it would be easier to not deal with it at all, not check in on her and stuff, but… she’s my mother.”
I doubt Lee shares information about his mother with anyone. I’m honored he feels he can trust me, so I squeeze his hand.
Peeling back the layers of Lee is only sucking me in further.
Twenty-Five
Lee
The way Shayna is looking at me now… God, I’d do just about anything to have her look at me that way for the rest of my life.
I meant what I said earlier—she has no idea how amazing she is. But she’s right when she says that’s not what this is.
Time for a distraction.
I finish off the remains of my wine before pushing back from the table. “Time for dessert.”
“Please tell me it’s that cheesecake from your favorite bakery. I swear that was the best cheesecake I’ve ever eaten.” She eyes me funny as I walk around the table to her side.
“Even better, actually.” Taking her hand, I pull her up so she’s standing in front of me. Then I pick her up by the waist, walk to the far side of the table, and deposit her on the end.
“What are—”
“Did you forget?” I lean in close, my breath tickling her ear. “You’re dessert, shy pie.”
She groans, and I gently press on her chest so she’s lying on the table. I remove her shoes one by one and set them on the floor. When I run my hands up her jean-clad inner thighs, she gets up on her elbows, watching the hunger in my eyes. I keep my eyes on her, flicking the button and lowering the zipper of her jeans. Fuck me, she’s wearing red lace panties. My hands hook on either side of her jeans and she arches up, lifting her ass so I can pull off her pants.
“I see you still like nice lingerie.” I arch an eyebrow.
“Problem?” She licks her bottom lip, her chest rising and falling.
I shake my head and continue pulling down her pants. “Fuck no. I used to love knowing that underneath your prim facade, you wore sexy lingerie. I was practically hard all through biology class.”
She chuckles when I finally get her jeans off and toss them onto the floor behind me.
I dip my finger under the waistband of her panties. “These will stay on for now. But let’s put the heels back on.”
She bites her bottom lip. My dick grows excruciatingly hard while I slip her black pumps back on her feet.
“Time to dig in.” I fall down on my knees, which puts me at the perfect height to feast on her pussy.
