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she knew he could give intense pleasure, but this time she wanted to be in control.

Pushing him onto his back, she grabbed his hand and placed that arm above him so his fingers gripped the post on the headboard, then she secured the other hand. “I’m trusting you not to move those hands,” she said, eyeing him warily.

“And if I do?” His eyes sparkled with sizzling defiance.

She shook her head. “Don’t make me have to tie you up, Mr. Nash.”

He laughed. “Now that would definitely be something worth trying. For tonight though, I promise to be good, but only because I already proved myself right.” He winked.

She didn’t care what the reason was. She had him at her mercy. Her body tightened at the thought and, without further talk, she straddled his thighs.

He stood thick and erect and she bent her head, taking him into her mouth. He tasted salty and male as she moved her lips up and down over his hardened member. His hips bucked and he grew impossibly harder.

Suddenly he lifted her, pulling her over him. “Another minute and I’ll explode, and something tells me you’d rather I be inside you when I come.” Arousal and need darkened his face and beckoned to her. He quickly reached for protection, then sheathed himself and stared, waiting for her to take control.

Once again, he understood her. Words wouldn’t come, so she spoke with her body instead. Poising herself over him, she slid down hard at the same time he pushed up and into her.

He filled her completely and her breath caught in her throat, the emotion of the moment taking her by surprise. Then his hands wrapped around her waist.

“Ride me,” he said, his words a command she couldn’t deny.

She closed her eyes and rocked her body against his, a movement guaranteed to bring her to orgasm. Except this time when she did, not only did he come along for the ride but so, she feared, did her heart.

THE MORNING ARRIVED too quickly, especially when the persistent ring of the doorbell woke Riley from a deep sleep. Considering the events of the night before, he wasn’t surprised he’d slept so soundly. He was, however, surprised he’d stayed in bed with Sophie.

He usually preferred to sleep alone.

Since she was no longer beside him and her side of the bed was cold, he figured she was handling the door. He took a few minutes to pull on his jeans, brush his teeth and splash cold water on his face before seeing which of his relatives had decided to pay them an early-morning visit. His money was on Amy.

He was wrong. As he stepped out of the bedroom, he heard Darla’s distinctive voice coming from the kitchen.

“I’m just so embarrassed. I came to apologize and of course to thank you for trying to bail us out.”

“People make mistakes,” Sophie said. “And of course we came to help. You don’t need to thank us.”

Riley could envision Sophie patting Darla’s hand and reassuring her. Instead of joining them, he hung back.

“Some people make more mistakes than others. In our family it seems to be genetic.”

“Lay off the alcohol, stop throwing parties and you and Rose should be fine,” Sophie said, laughing. “I think the police just wanted to teach you a lesson.”

“There were hookers in the tank with us,” his aunt said dramatically.

Riley bit the inside of his cheek.

“But when I spoke of mistakes, I wasn’t talking about last night’s,” Darla said. “I was talking about Riley.”

He froze, every muscle in his body taut.

“No child is a mistake,” Sophie said to Darla, her voice frosty.

Despite everything, he smiled. This feisty woman had come to his defense again.

“Oh my! I didn’t mean that at all. Goodness, what you must think of me. Then again I haven’t given you much reason to think anything good-”

Darla was rambling again, Riley thought. But she wasn’t condemning him for being born.

He stepped into the kitchen, joining Sophie and sparing her from having to deal with Darla alone.

“Why don’t you tell us what you meant?” he said, with more patience and warmth than he was feeling.

Darla forced a smile. She didn’t look well this morning. In fact she looked hungover and embarrassed, but she’d cleaned up since last night and without the heavy makeup, he realized she was a very attractive woman.

“I shouldn’t have pretended not to know who you were yesterday. That’s what I meant when I mentioned making mistakes.” She glanced down.

Sophie took that moment to slip her hand into his. The silent but sweet gesture of caring and support filled him with gratitude.

He glanced at his aunt. “Go on. Please,” he said gently. “I’d really like to understand.”

Darla swallowed hard. “Well, your father was always somewhat of…an individual. He did things his own way.”

Sophie chuckled. “Like father like son, apparently.”

“It would seem so.” The older woman eased herself into one of the kitchen chairs and gripped the armrests. “Except in Spencer’s case, he was an athlete, a guy who loved everything masculine and sports oriented-including other men. It just wasn’t an accepted thing back then.” She shook her head. “So he did what I suspect many gay people did. He tried not to be what he really was.”

“And that’s when he met my mother?”

Darla nodded. “Rose and I hoped he could make it work. He hoped he could make it work. He loved her, he really did.”

“He just couldn’t be in love with her,” Sophie murmured.

“Exactly. This isn’t my story to tell, but that’s exactly why I pretended not to know who you were yesterday. It’s what Spencer always did and I thought it wasn’t my place to change things.”

“Amy did,” Riley said.

“Amy’s smarter than I am. Anyway, that’s behind us now. I want to know you, Riley. I want us to try to be some sort of family.”

Riley stepped closer to this strange but obviously loving woman. “I am not angry with you. I couldn’t be. You didn’t put this whole thing in motion, like you said. But…”

She glanced up. “What?”

He hated to hurt her, but what choice did he have? “But things have to go on as they always were.” They couldn’t have the relationship she wanted.

No family barbecues, no bailing her out of jail, no getting to know each other. He went on to explain about his mother and stepfather, the family who’d raised him and the career aspirations that couldn’t possibly accommodate these wacky, eccentric, unconventional people related to Riley by blood.

Darla nodded. Then she said all the right things and claimed to understand. But when she left, her shoulders were slumped and her eyes damp. He’d disappointed her in a soul-deep way, something Riley understood all too well.

He turned to Sophie. “How the hell did I become the bad guy?” He’d only requested they maintain the status quo, something her brother had put into place.

She touched his arm. “Hey. Everyone involved here understands the idea of protecting family. Look how Darla just protected Spencer. She won’t hold this against you.”

“I don’t care if she does.” The words slipped out before he could censor them.

“Forgive me if I don’t believe you. Still, you did what you had to do,” she said with complete understanding.

“And now we can leave. I’ll see about a flight home.”

“I already did. There’s nothing until tomorrow. I booked us an early flight in the morning.” She shrugged. “It’s the best I could do.”

He paced the kitchen, uncomfortable in this house and in his own skin. “I can’t spend the day here wondering if any of the family is going to show up,” he said, more to himself than to Sophie.

“If it helps, Spencer’s already left. He went standby and was able to take the earliest flight to New York.”

He exhaled hard. At least he wouldn’t have to run into his father.

“I could be persuaded to walk Worth Avenue,” Sophie said of the ritzy street in Palm Beach lined with exclusive shops.