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How could he know my body and what I needed better than I did?
It was muddling everything up in my brain.
Where did the good sex end and where did he begin?
Sex.
Shane.
One I liked and wanted more of—if it wouldn’t hurt me.
The other one… I still couldn’t bring myself to like.
I needed to keep these two things separate in my mind. Or else I needed to stop having sex with him.
Before I let myself enjoy it so much that my feelings of sexual ecstasy overflowed into warm but misguided feelings for him.
* * *
The next night, I found myself hiding out in the kitchen, trying to eavesdrop on Mom, Jacob and Jacob’s sons, who were gathered in the living room, chatting. Jacob’sthreesons. Dinner was already over, and Shane had not appeared.
There was no place set for him at the table. Which meant that either he wasn’t invited or he was invited but told Jacob, or Mom, that he wasn’t coming.
I’d sat through dinner trying to be polite and friendly with Jacob’s sons, and act just like a girl whose mom was marrying their dad. You know, like, totally normal. And not like I’d secretly screwed their other brother.
Multiple times.
I was pretty sure I pulled it off.
I mean, I was as normal as I got. Which was slightly shy, awkward, and mildly annoyed with my mom for trying to sing my praises too hard to try to impress a bunch of men who were miles more successful than I was. Joss and Brandon were both businessmen, plus Joss was almost forty and Brandon was stinking rich. And Darcy was a hockey player who was going pro and would have panties flying at him every time he came off the ice. If Margot Vola seriously thought they were gonna be impressed with the likes of me, the girl who worked in a thrift store and whose job highlight was getting to style the window display, she was sadly mistaken.
They were really kind, though, and treated me like a member of the family.
Which would’ve been nice, but actually just made it weirder for me. I couldn’t believe how guilty I felt about the whole secret sex thing.
If any of them ever found out… I’d be mortified.
Especially if these guys knew the kind of stuff their brother was into.
As I sat across from Brandon eating dinner, him in his dress clothes with the designer watch and expensive haircut, I couldn’t help morbidly wondering:Do they know Shane likes to boss girls around and make them call him Daddy?
Guys didn’t talk to their brothers about stuff like that. Did they??
The questions in my head had eventually driven me so crazy that I’d stuffed my face with dessert as quickly as possible and excused myself, under the pretense of wanting to contribute to the dinner that Mom had made by clearing the table and washing the dishes. Jacob had a housekeeper coming in the morning to take care of that, but I’d insisted, and Mom had given me a proud look like,There goes my independent daughter again.
Which gave me the opportunity to graciously duck out of there.
I was now elbows deep in sudsy dishwater as I tried to listen in on their conversation—about hockey, it seemed—just in case my name came up. Because I was paranoid like that.
And suddenly something touched me. I yelped, and a hand closed over my mouth. I screamed into it as a hot, heavy body pressed me to the kitchen counter. “Is that how you greet Daddy?” murmured a familiar voice. Hot breath touched my neck, and then his hot lips.
Heat washed through me and I started to soften into him.
Then his teeth sank into my neck and I stiffened. I wrenched my face away from his hand. “Shane!” I whispered. “When did you get here?”
“Just now.”
My heart was thumping in my chest. He came to see me first? “Do they know you’re here?”
