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“I don’t know how to talk to anyone, not really.”
“None of us do. Gregory fucked us up. But I know Morgan would appreciate it if you tried.”
“The two of you…you’re getting close?” Rhett goes to the fridge and gets more water.
“No. Not really. I don’t make that easy.”
Rhett huffs out a humorless laugh. “You and me both, little brother.”
A lightness makes my chest flutter as I snicker in response. For a moment, one fleeting moment, we’re joking and talking the way brothers are supposed to. The spell is broken the second Rhett’s cell rings, like a stretched rubber band pulled too tight that splits and snaps back against my skin.
Dadflashes on the screen.
Rhett is talking to him again. Of course he is. And he has that right. Why should he give him up for me?
Rhett snatches the phone off the table and rejects the call.
“You can take it if you want.”
“I haven’t taken one call yet, but he won’t leave me alone.”
Ah, so he’s still trying to be in touch with Rhett, but not me or Morgan. That doesn’t surprise me. “You can, though…talk to him. It shouldn’t matter how he treats me.”
He cocks his head, a look in his brown eyes I can’t read. “It matters. It’s always mattered. I was just too weak to do anything about it.”
Silence weighs heavily on us again, two brothers who don’t really know each other, or hell, maybe even ourselves.
“I should go,” I say, then turn and head for the door. Rhett doesn’t follow me, and when I get there, I stop, back to him, hand on the knob. “Thank you.”
“I don’t deserve your thanks. I’m not a good brother.”
“None of us are good brothers. We were taught to be the opposite of that, but for the first time, we’re trying.” And then, with my body shaking so hard it’s difficult to move, I walk out the door.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Archer
Acall fora car accident made my day run longer than it should have. Things like that are always difficult, but I do my best to check my emotions. I texted Easton to tell him, but he didn’t respond, and I can’t say I’m shocked. Still, I hurry home to change, grab everything I need, stop for hibachi takeout, then go to his house.
The second I knock, he pulls the door open and is on me. It takes me by surprise, and I almost drop the bags. Easton’s arms are around me, his hair dripping, skin slick from a shower as he slips his tongue into my mouth. I melt into it, let him inside to taste me because he’s East and he tastes so damn good, I can’t get enough of him. It only takes a minute for my brain to catch up and slow things down.
I tilt my head back, breaking the connection between our mouths. “Hey…why we in such a hurry here?” I try to kiss my way down his throat.
He’s shirtless and smells like soap, but those aren’t the things I concentrate on. East is shaking, damn near vibrating out of his skin.
“Want you to fuck me. Fill me.” He unbuttons his jeans, not making eye contact.
“What’s wrong?” I set the food on the table by the door and drop my bag. Pretty Girl and Casanova scoot around us to go outside and lie down on the porch.
“Nothing’s wrong. I just want to fuck. If you don’t want to, that’s fine.” He tries to turn away, but I hold on to his wrist and don’t let him.
“I want to fuck you. Jesus, it’s all I’ve thought about all damn day. I just don’t want to do wrong by you. I don’t want to take advantage of a situation.”
He rolls his eyes. “Stop being so fucking perfect. You’re not taking advantage of anything. I’m the one who mauled you the second I opened the door. If you want me, then fuck me, Archer. That’s what I need.”
Any control I had left snaps, fucking disintegrates into nothing as I grab his face in my hands and slam our mouths together again. My tongue finds its way into his mouth, East feeding me soft moans as we make out. We stumble backward into his living room, our mouths jerking apart again when East almost falls onto the couch. He catches himself, before grabbing the hem of my shirt and pulling it over my head.
“You’ve been waiting for this all day, haven’t you?” I ask, pushing his jeans and underwear down to free that beautiful fucking cock of his.