Page 208 of Five Brothers

She expels all the air in her lungs, tears welling, and I can see the smile hiding behind her stubborn mouth.

Her eyes drop to my lips again, she comes in, and then …

Red lights flash across her face.

She pulls away, and I look behind me, seeing the fucking red and blue gumballs of their neighborhood rent-a-cops.

I turn back to her, but she’s moving away, a coy look in her eyes. “I don’t think you have these cops on your payroll,” she taunts.

I match her steps. “Call them off.”

“And let them think they can leave me alone with you?”

She backs up, around the stairs, and I stalk her. The front door hangs open, the frame splintered. It’s an obvious break-in. They will take me in.

“Krisjen …” I scold.

She smirks. “I’ll tell Trace.”

Like he’s her protector now. She’s daring me.

I arch a brow. “I raised that boy to share.”

“You just want your turn, is that it?”

My turn? I break into a smile, the police lights getting closer.

She falters, seeing my amusement. “What?”

I shake my head. “Nothing.”

She continues to back up, and I match her step for step. “What if I’m pregnant?” she asks.

I pause, my heart beating faster. “Are you?”

“I could be,” she says. “It would be one of your brothers’.”

No.

It wouldn’t.

“It would be mine,” I tell her.

She breathes out a laugh. “Do you think Trace would agree that his child belongs to you?”

She better stop fucking talking about having anyone else’s kid.

“It would be mine,” I bite out. “Trace had a vasectomy as soon as he turned eighteen. He doesn’t want kids.”

She slows her steps. She didn’t know that.

“And Iron and Army always wrap it up,” I inform her. “I had to feel you.”

“But you didn’t come inside of m—”

I cock my head, and her chest caves.

I didn’t come inside of her … tonight.