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I stay quiet. What am I even supposed to say to that? The man literally caught me red-handed.
“I’m not normally such a voyeur,” Michael tells me, “but given his . . .” He searches for the right word. “Inexperience, I thought he might sleep harder than normal.”
I nod because it’s true. Even with us talking, the man behind me has yet to stir.
“You leaving would hurt him, Charlie.”
Michael’s words make my eyes fill and my chest ache, the notion physically painful to me. And I hate myself just a little bit more.
So instead, I just nod.
But Michael’s not finished. “There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to protect my brother, Charlie, even if it was something he didn’t want.” I swallow at the vague threat. “Do you understand?”
I nod again. But just like his brother, a raised brow is all he needs to get what he wants.
“Yes, I understand,” I whisper. “Will you tell him I tried to leave?” I ask, needing to know if I’m in trouble with two brothers or just the one.
I ignore the part of myself that worries about Daniel’s feelings rather than any punishment he may give.
“Do you want to eat? I brought eggs, bacon, French toast, and normal toast.” He lists off what’s on the tray, ignoring my question. “They’re still warm.”
Before I can answer, Michael disappears, my vision blocked by Daniel’s wide shoulders.
The hand on my tummy slides around farther, a solid leg is thrown over both of mine, and I find myself quickly tucked beneath his big, sleepy body.
“Leave us,” Daniel grumbles from where he’s buried his face in my hair.
I breathe in deeply, taking in the comfort that being so close to him brings.
Michael’s chuckle sounds farther away, and I know he’s heading for the door.
“Don’t forget to feed her.” Those are his parting words like I’m some kind of dog rather than a semi-willing hostage.
Asshole.
The smell of bacon hits me again.Okay, so maybe he’s a sweet asshole just this once.
I feel movement along the curve of my ass as the T-shirt is raised to my hips. All thoughts of breakfast are gone, and I find myself more than happy to remain beneath him a little longer.
My body disagrees loudly. My stomach rumbles, and the fingers between my legs quickly disappear.
“No,” I complain.
His hand taps my ass as his body releases mine.
The bed groans under us when his huge body vaults over the end. His bare feet slap at the hardwood floor on his way into the adjoining bathroom.
I wet my lips as I look him over from my position on the bed. It’s bright out, the morning light floods the bedroom, and I get a good look at Daniel’s body. Last night, I had been distracted, too busy taking in the feel of him.
Besides, I spent most of the time I was awake here last night attached to him, literally. His back ripples, his muscles shifting as he shakes off and tucks himself back into his sweats.
My mouth waters at the memory of what he’s hiding in there.
He side-eyes me as he washes his hands, grinning when he catches my eyes roaming his exposed flesh.
“Eat first, we’ll fuck later.”
I blink at his blunt words, and again, I’m reminded that Daniel is a man of few words.
