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On Saturday they’re having a key party where half the proceeds go to a local foster care charity. Not only can I meet and hook up with someone completely anonymously in a safe place, but I’ll be doing my philanthropic duty at the same time. Can it get any better?
I fill out everything they need online for the Wicked Temptation party and find myself relaxing and looking forward to something in Phoenix for the first time. I’m sure as hell not looking forward to going to work, but I have some time before I need to face Monday morning.
And before then, hopefully, I’ll be able to blow off some steam.
I can only wait and hope I get a key in the mail. If I don’t then I’ll be going to a club to find some stress relief. It’s not ideal, and still dangerous, but the club brothers made sure to teach me how to defend myself over the years.
If Club Ecstasy has these kinds of parties regularly, or if I like it there and become a member, maybe I won’t completely hate my time in Phoenix.
Maybe.
CHAPTER 2
LACHLAN
Most people start their day off with a cup of coffee. Maybe while scrolling on a news site or social media. I don’t.
I should be preparing for my day while I’m sipping coffee in my office, but I’m not. Instead, I check in on what our stepsister, Lennon, has been up to.
Is it obsessive? You bet your fucking ass it is.
Do I give a shit? Not even a little bit.
I haven’t even met the woman, which I realize makes the obsession I share with my brothers seem a little unhinged, but I can’t shake the need I have to know everything about her. I need to know she’s safe. I need to know where she is. I need to know what she’s doing.
I can’t always answer all those questions, but I do the best I can and have zero fucking issue spending my money to ensure I know as much as I can about her.
It’s been this way for a few years now. Ever since Abigail, Lennon’s mom, married our dad and showed us her picture. Maybe if there had been a wedding instead of an elopement, we would have met her when they tied the knot.
I can’t begrudge them the fact that they fell hard, fast, and didn’t want to waste any time in getting married. I get it because I would have thrown Lennon over my shoulder and run away with her the moment Abigail showed me her picture if I could have. I wasn’t the only one who felt that way.
I remember staring at the photo Abigail was showing me and my brothers, Kemp and Jordan, and it was like I couldn’t breathe. Not only was she gorgeous, but there was a ferocity mixed with sadness in her eyes. I wanted her instantly.
There was just something there I couldn’t shake. I wanted to know everything about her. Then I wanted to take her sadness away.
When I looked up at my brothers, I could see the same emotions flowing through me written on their faces. I knew right then that they wanted Lennon just as much as me. Fury that I had never felt before filled me along with a lot of jealousy.
Later that night, when we stepped into our home, I rounded on my brothers and snarled, “I know what you both are thinking, but Lennon is fucking mine.”
Jordan, the youngest between the three of us, grinned at me from ear to ear before taunting me, “Are you sure about that? She’s fine as fuck and there’s just something about her.”
I wanted to knock him the fuck out, but I couldn’t. Jordan, while being the baby and milking that sometimes, was always the best of us. There’s always been a kindness and a happiness about him which makes it difficult to stay mad at him.
From the way he was grinning at me, I knew he was going to be using his charm to disarm me. I was a little bit afraid it was going to work, but then the picture Abigail showed us flashed in my mind and I knew I couldn’t let it happen.
Who doesn’t want to spend time with the fun one out of the three of us? Especially considering I’ve always been the classic eldest child and the serious one.
Kemp leaned back against the wall of the entry way and smirked at me. He knew exactly what Jordan was doing. His smirk grew into a feral grin as I stared at him, and he shrugged. “Not gonna lie, I want her and her sexy ass too. Even if we are family.”
Those words should have felt like ice water being poured over me. “Abigail and Dad will be pissed,” I mumbled, more to myself than my brothers.
Jordan chuckled like the whole situation was amusing to him, probably because it was, before he brushed past me into the living room. He called out, “Abigail is nice and I’m glad Dad is happy and all, but their relationship is not going to stop me.”
Kemp and I had no choice but to follow him into the living room. I wasn’t surprised to find him sprawled out on the couch, not caring about how much room he was taking up. I rolled my eyes and ran my fingers through my hair, trying to tamp down the frustration I was feeling at my brothers while I took a seat in the corner of the room.
“Look,” Jordan started, “we’re all adults and we’re not really family. It’s not like we grew up together or something. Our parents just happened to get married.” His eyes began to fucking twinkle. “Maybe it’s fate.”
I snorted, “Fate? Are you serious right now?”
