"You already are a better man." I meant what I said. He was a good man. He was trying so hard.
And I loved him.
I could feel his cock hard against my belly, and I knew that I wasn't going to leave this shower without making love to him.
And I wanted it all.
Chapter Eleven
Kathryn
I untangled myself from Janson and pulled myself out of bed. He didn't even notice, nuzzling into a damn pillow and letting out a sigh. It was so fucking cute I wanted to just crawl right back in there with him. I could lay with him like that all day, but I knew if I didn't get out now I never would.
We'd fucked and snuggled and fucked some more, and I had the hand prints on my ass to prove it. I was positively satiated and so content with him.
It was so much more than I ever expected.
He fucking loved spanking me. And I loved the way it made me feel. Especially the next day when my ass was still just a little bit sore.
I padded over to the dresser and found my cell phone. It was barely nine, and I already had five missed calls. All of them from Greyson.
I also had a missed text message.
Call me when you get up. I want to talk to you about something. - Greyson
Shit. My nerves spiked, and I could feel the anxiety overwhelming me as I ran through every single conversation I'd ever had with him. What did he know?
Did he know about us? Anxiety turned to dread. I wasn't ready for that. I wasn't ready to admit to anyone what we were doing.
It meant that we might have to stop.
I turned and shook Janson awake. He even looked handsome as his eyelids half opened.
"What, baby?" he asked as he reached for me and pulled me to him. "Get back in bed. I want to feel your body against mine."
It was a damn temptation. One that I would've taken him up on any other time.
"Someone left me half a dozen calls and a cryptic text," I said as I handed the phone over to him. "And that someone is my brother."
Janson took the phone and read through them. "Shit"
He grabbed his own and said, "Same thing over here."
"What do we do?" I asked.
"Well, we better get over to the office. He probably wants something." Janson stood up and walked over to his closet, pulling out a fresh suit. He had at least a dozen of them, if not more. Damn.
Now that I thought about it, I realized I'd never actually seen him wearing anything else. Not jeans. No t-shirts.
Just custom tailored suits that cost more than some people's cars.
"Do you always wear suits?"
"It's the job." He shrugged. "Don't really have much time for anything else. Wear suits, sleep nude. It's kinda my thing."
He sounded like a total prick when he said it, but the boyish smile that graced his lips almost made me laugh out loud.
"What would you rather have me in?" he asked as he walked towards me and grabbed me, pulling me into him.
"Nothing," I admitted. "But I'd also take you in a tight pair of jeans and a black t-shirt. Seems your style."
"I could probably whip something up like that." He bent down and kissed me, the softness of his kiss a welcome distraction to getting dressed and going to my brother's place. I didn't know what he wanted, and honestly, I didn't want to find out. It couldn't be good.
"Come on, Kat. Let's get dressed and get going." He smacked my ass right where it was raw, and I jumped.
We had shit to do.
***
"What exactly are you trying to communicate to me?" I asked.
"I want to make you happy. You are stuck here. I want to make sure you are at least doing what you love." Greyson stood there looking at me. I thought we'd be meeting in his office, but we were at his home.
"What are you saying?" I asked him. He had been dancing around the issue for five whole minutes, and my heart felt like it was going to burst. I wanted to know exactly what he meant.
"I know all that you are going through. I know how hard it has been for you to come back home. I want to make you happy. I want you to be able to keep playing your violin." He looked at me expectantly, but I wasn't having it.
"And how do you propose that I do that?" I asked. I had no network here. At least, not one that I could go to. They would probably have eyes on them, and then Dad would know. It would get me right back in the fucking shit.
"I've got you a gig. At a few of our restaurants." He motioned to Janson and himself. "It's just small stuff, but it might lead to more."
"Did you have something to do with this?" I asked Janson.
"Well, I figured that you would want something more constructive to do with your time." The way he said it was totally devoid of emotion, and I remembered. We didn't have a relationship.
At least not around Greyson.
We were pretending nothing happened. If my brother knew … we both would end up in serious trouble. The kind where we may not end up on the right side of okay.
"I can do that," I said, honestly. I'd been hoping to get back to playing ever since I got back and it would give me time to focus on my craft.
"Good. Now we have some business, but Joanna would love to spend some time with you, Kat. So, my driver will take you there shortly."
The men stood and left, leaving me in the condo by myself.
"That's right I would. I'm surrounded by cranky-ass men, and I am about ready to freaking pop." Joanna walked out of the hallway and smiled, her hand on her belly. She was huge and beautiful. And she looked positively exhausted.
"Is it that bad?" I asked, but I knew the answer before she even said it. "Of course it is. What can I do?"
"Take me out and get me pineapple smoothies. Greyson won't let me go." She pouted, physically pouted, as she sank down onto the couch and propped her all too swollen feet up on the coffee table.
"Ah, part of the captive program as well?" I asked, a big smile on my face. I didn't know her very well, but I already liked her. I had a feeling we would get on fine.
"Yes. So. Smoothies?" she asked. The smile on her face told me everything I needed to know. She wasn't going to take anything but yes for an answer.
"Is there a shop around here?" I asked.
She nodded. "I'll get you anything you like." Her eyes sparkled.
"Do you want to break out?" I asked.
"I thought you'd never ask."
Janson
"I've got some news I've been waiting to share. Because we don't have enough shit on our plate." Greyson looked so tired as he said it. "I'm so fucking tired."
"What?" I asked.
"David's been spotted in town." Greyson grabbed a pair of glasses and a decanter. Every time I saw him lately he was drinking something and it had me worried.
I didn't want him to go down that road. It was one he'd been down before. Before Joanna. I'd watched him dry out twice and I didn't want to make it a third fucking time.
"Don't you think we should wait a while for that?" I asked. He'd been drinking a damn lot lately. "Might want to cut back a little, don't you think?" We'd always been straight with each other.
He considered what I said, then pushed the drink away. We needed to figure out how to rule without vice. "You're right. I've just been so worried lately."
"But you aren't your father." I'd said it to him several dozen times over the years. And he said it to me in return.
"And you aren't yours," he said. It was the truth. I didn't need to hear it, but it was something we reminded ourselves of whenever things got sticky.
It reminded us exactly who we were and what we stood for.
"So," I asked. "What do we do?"
"We find him. We take care of him. We end this once and for all. That's what we do." Greyson looked more like himself as he said it, and I knew it was the turning point for us both. We had a company to run, a family to take over, and David was not part of that equation.
Kathryn
"Do you love him?" I jumped at the words as soon as Joanna said them. I wasn't expecting anything like that to spring forth from her mouth. But she sat there, a smoothie in one hand, a funnel cake in the other, staring at me.
It didn't matter that we were sitting outside looking over the fall foliage as it draped against the Inner Harbor. No, she was asking me this very question right now.
"What?" I asked, like if I blinked and acted like I was stupid, she would forget she said anything.
It wasn't going to work. I could tell by the smile on her face that she was not going to let this go.
"I asked you if you love him. Janson. I see the way you look at him. I'm not a fool, Kat." She shot me side-eye, and I knew there was no way I was going to get out of this one.