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My knees trembled. My will was weak.
“Have something to say to me, little sister?” Tobias demanded.
I tried to control my panicked breaths. “No.” I licked my lips. “Not at all.”
A nod, and he reached down, shoved his cock into his jeans, and zipped up. “Nick?”
Cum coated the inside of my thighs. God, I almost whimpered when Nick stared at the mess his brother had made. “Not yet.” He licked his lips as he answered. “Although, seeing you bent over the sink like that is making me reconsider.”
Tobias leaned forward and braced his hand against the wall, earning a scowl from Nick.
“I came to tell you the food is ready.”
Tobias nodded, then met my stare. “You go eat, princess. I’ll be right behind you.”
“T,” Nick warned.
“I said I’ll be right there.”Tobias bared his teeth.
Something passed between them. Something I didn’t understand. I reached down, tugged my panties and jeans upwards. “What’s going on?”
Nick stared at T.
T just looked at me, shaking his head. “Nothing.”
But it didn’t look like nothing. It looked like a whole lot of something. But no one pushed Tobias. No one told him what to do. He was too damn stubborn for his own good.
“Fine,” Nick answered.
“Fine,”Tobias answered back.
“Men,” I muttered, buttoning up my jeans and shaking my head. “No,brothers.”
They both started after me as I pumped the soap dispenser and washed my hands, tearing off a piece of hand towel and eyeing them as I went. Nick followed me out, and the moment I did, the smell of food hit me.
I hadn’t eaten in that place and barely had anything to drink. But I wasn’t the only one. Caleb sat waiting, the massive plate of food in front of him untouched. Rebel chewed and gnawed a thick, raw steak on the floor as I slipped into the booth opposite him.
“Better?”
I met Caleb’s stare as he searched my face. I knew he saw the marks his brother had left behind. “Not even remotely,” I answered, lowering my gaze to the massive cheeseburger and fries waiting. “I’ll be better when we’re safe and I hear from my dad.”
He picked up his knife and fork and carved into his steak. He attacked his food with complete precision, carving, chewing, never once making a mess. I knew he must be starving. He hadn’t eaten himself after that one bite of the sandwich.
That place corrupted everything. Nick strode toward us, but instead of sitting down, he kept walking. I took a massive bite of the burger and moaned with the taste, licking the grease and sauce that dripped down my hand, and glanced over my shoulder, watching as Nick spoke to the woman behind the counter.
She lifted her hand and pointed to something in the shadows next to the door. I barely saw my plate as I reached, just grabbed two fries and dragged them through the ketchup before sliding them into my mouth and turned back.
It was a phone. One of those old landlines that stranded motorists with no cell phone reception used. But Nick’s phone sat on the table in front of us, with full bars of service.
I chewed, swallowed, and grabbed more, this time without even looking. Instead, I watched my brother as he punched in numbers and spoke into the handset, to who, I didn’t know.
“Who is he talking to?”
“Hell if I know,” Caleb answered.
I didn’t believe him. I met his stare, searching those hazel eyes for the truth. “What’s going on?”
One brow rose as he chewed and swallowed, then grabbed the napkin and dabbed the side of his mouth. “Do you want the long version or the short version, little sister?”
