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“What if she wants a man that’s getting engaged?”
His eyes sharpen with a bittersweet pain. “Sorry, love. Maybe not any man.” He kisses me again and walks to the door. “Stay. Sleep in. Enjoy yourself.”
“I wish I could, but I have work in a few hours.”
“Ah, right. The manager.” His eyebrows raise. “Still think he’ll fire you?”
“If I’m lucky,” I say, grinning.
“Goodbye, Dara.”
“Goodbye, Finn.”
He hesitates, looking at me for a long moment like he’s memorizing my face, then disappears.
Leaving me alone in the hotel room with only the smell of his sex and the memory of his touch.
Chapter6
Finn
“Well, bro, you look like shit.” Carson grins at me as I enter the Crowley mansion through the side door. My oldest brother is sitting in the breakfast nook with an espresso on the plate in front of him and a copy of theNew York Timesin both hands. If I didn’t know any better, I’d think he was some overprivileged, self-indulgent gentleman, not a back-alley bruiser with a taste for violence. “Stayed out all night on the eve of your engagement?”
“Something like that.” I walk over, grab the espresso off his plate, and down it. Black and bitter, just how I like it.
He scowls at me. “You’re late. Dad’s pissed.”
“He’ll survive. I’m here, aren’t I?” I sink down in the chair across from him. I keep thinking about Dara, about her kiss, her taste, those little whimpers and moans she made.
I’ve had women before. I can’t pretend like I’m some saint. Living hard and dangerously comes with being a Crowley, and I push those limits more than some of my brothers.
But Dara was the first woman to make me want tostay. To lie in bed with her, order breakfast, listen to her laugh, listen to her talk.
Fuck her again, obviously. Feel her lips wrapped around my cock. Watch her come, over and over.
God, I could do that for my whole life.
If I were getting engaged toher, I might not mind this so much.
Carson’s face softens. “I know this isn’t easy for you.”
A rare display of empathy from my eldest brother. “I notice that Dad didn’t make any of you get married.”
Carson grunts. “You’re the youngest.”
“I’m aware of that.”
“I’m the heir. Nolan’s my second. Liam is—” Carson puts the paper down and rubs his face, leaving a small ink smear under his right eye. “Liam’s Liam.”
“Yeah, Liam is fucking Liam.” Strange, psychotic Liam. My favorite brother, if I’m honest with myself, mostly because he leaves me alone and doesn’t give a shit what anyone does.
“You’re going to be fine.” Carson drums his fingers on the table. “She’s here too, you know.”
My eyebrows raise. “Really? It’s barely past eight. I thought I had at least an hour of Dad lecturing me on my responsibility toward the family before I met the girl.”
The girl. Also known as my future wife.
“Got here ten minutes ago. You just missed her.” He glances at me, a little smile on his face. He knows what I want to ask—but he’s not going to say it outright.
