That thought is like a bucket of ice water over me.
“Fuck,” I bark, taking a huge step back and turning around so I don’t have to look at her. Although my imagination is good enough to have a very vivid image of how she might look with her swollen lips and heaving chest. “Fuck.”
My skin burns where she’s staring at me. She probably thinks I’ve lost my goddamn mind with how I’m acting toward her. I’m starting to wonder if I have. I’m meant to be the oldest here, the wisest, the one with the most life experience to give me all the skills I need to do the right thing, but fuck, we may as well swap places because while she seems to know exactly what she wants, I’m the one fucking up and ruining everything.
I want her, I can’t deny that. But I shouldn’t have her. She’s too young for me, too good for me. I’ll end up breaking her heart, because I can’t allow even the possibility of it being more than a bit of fun. The fallout would be too painful, and I already know I wouldn’t survive it.
But I can’t just play with her and have some fun like I would any other woman. She’s Zach’s little sister. She should be forbidden, untouchable. Yet I touched, and all I can think about is doing it again. Over and over.
“Spike, you need—” Whatever she was going to say is interrupted as a knock sounds out on the door.
“Spike, your client is here. Are you both decent?” Biff calls out.
I spin on the spot, pinning Kas in place with my hard stare.
“She knows?” I whisper, panic starting to build within me. If she knows, then there’s no way she’ll keep it from Zach. That’s not how those two work.
Kas shrugs as if it’s not a big deal.
“You told her?”
“Chill the fuck out, Spike. She guessed. I wasn’t about to lie. So we fucked, it’s really not a big deal.”
A bitter laugh falls from my lips. “That’s it? We just fucked?”
“Was that not what it was? If you were making love to me, then I didn’t get the memo.” She rolls her eyes and it pisses me off further.
A storm begins to swell within me. I shouldn’t fucking care about any of this. I shouldn’t care that she only thinks what we’ve shared was nothing more than a quick fuck to get what we both needed. At the end of the day, that’s all it was, right?
“I don’t make fucking love,” I spit, taking a step toward her.
Instead of looking all intimidated by me, she takes one of her own, her eyes holding mine, heat still filling them. It makes my cock twitch.
“Well, there you go then. What the fuck are you trying to argue about? We fucked, it was fun, you were… okay.”
“Okay?” I ask, my eyebrows almost shooting into my hairline.
“I mean, clearly you were good enough for a repeat, and probably a couple yet. But that might just be because you’re easy. Accessible.”
My chin drops. “You think I’m easy?”
She chuckles, and my blood begins to boil. “That’s what all the dancers at the club said. Why do you think I tried it on in the first place? You didn’t think I actually wanted you, did you, old man?”
Some unintelligible noise falls from my lips as our eyes hold. Tension crackles between us, but despite her words, I feel that familiar pull to her. I’m about to close the space and prove to her that she’s wrong, that there’s more here than just convenience, but I don’t get the chance.
“Guys, seriously. I can only make excuses for so long.”
“This isn’t over,” I warn, taking a step toward Kas who continues to hold her ground. Her eyes follow me until I stop right in front of her.
Reaching out, I slide my fingers around her throat. Her eyes widen at my possessive move and her lips part in preparation for my kiss.
Dropping down, I stop when our lips are a breath apart.
“Stop denying what we both know is true, Tiny. This…” my fingers tighten to the point I feel her pulse thunder beneath my fingers, “is anything but convenient.”
“Spike,” she moans, pushing forward and trying to take what she needs.
Spinning us, I push her backward. “I suggest you sit and watch. You might learn a few things.”
She stumbles back when I release her, but it’s not because I use any force, it’s because of the effect I know I have on her.
Running my hand though my hair, I walk over to the door and rip it open, much to Biff’s shock.
Her eyes widen as they run the length of me. If she was expecting me to answer the door naked or something, she must be bitterly disappointed.
Lifting up on her tiptoes, she looks over my shoulder before her eyes settle on Kas, who I can only assume has done as she’s told for once and sat down.
When her attention comes back to me, her eyes are narrowed in warning.
“I’m watching you,” she warns, pointing between her eyes and mine with two fingers. “You hurt her, and it won’t just be Zach you need to be worrying about.”
Pulling the door closed behind me so Kas can’t eavesdrop, I force Biff to back up a bit.
“Have you told him?”
“Told him what?” she asks innocently, although I can tell it’s fake. “Just figure your shit out, yeah? You want her? Fine. Just prove that you can do right by her. You don’t, and this is all a bit of fun for you, then stop it right now. She can move in with us and it can be over.”
“I know what I’m doing.” It’s a big fat lie, but I don’t like how her suggestion of Kas moving in with them makes me feel.
“Riiight,” she says with a roll of her eyes.
Great,
