“You have my cum on your dress.”
I looked down at myself and turned beet red. “Oh no. Oh no!”
He laughed again, shaking his head. “It’s totally fine. Don’t worry about it.”
“I can’t walk back to my rooms looking like this, though.”
“I’ll give you something to wear.”
“And what about your sister?”
“Louisa doesn’t expect to see this dress again.”
I sighed, shaking my head. “Lucas, what the hell are we doing?”
“Right now we’re sitting here, enjoying our orgasms.”
I nodded, going silent. I could hear his heart beating in my ear, and I loved the feeling of his hard body.
For the first time since I’d moved into the Barone compound, I felt completely safe and at ease. There had been this unspoken fear in my gut ever since my first day, but suddenly it was gone. I wasn’t thinking about anything but Lucas and how he felt. My mother never crossed my mind, or any other problem.
“Come on,” Lucas said finally. “Let’s get you out of that dress.”
“Again already?” I asked, teasing.
He smirked. “Ready when you are.”
I glanced down at his cock and noticed that it was already starting to get hard again. I sat up, smiling. “Maybe later.”
“Whatever you say, wife.”
He stood and walked into another room. He came back a minute later with track pants and a gray hoodie. He tossed them to me.
“Thanks,” I said, standing up. He was watching me. “A little privacy?”
“No.” His grin was enormous.
“Don’t be a dick.”
He sighed. “Fine.” He turned around.
“Don’t peek,” I mumbled as I slipped the cum-stained dress off.
I quickly pulled the sweatpants on and glanced up. He was peeking, but I just shook my head and pulled the hoodie on over my head.
“Decent?” he asked.
“Like you didn’t already know.”
He walked over and grabbed me by the hips, pulling me against him. He kissed me deep and hard. “You should get over this shyness of yours,” he said.
“You should get dressed.”
He shrugged. “I like being naked. Feels good.”
“Yeah, well, it’s distracting.”
He laughed. “Good. I want you distracted.” He walked across the room. “Drink?”
“I should get going,” I said nervously. “Someone might notice me here.”
“Whatever you want.” He stopped in front of a dresser and poured himself some whisky.
“Listen,” I said, “before I go: What are we doing about this marriage?”
He cocked his head at me and sipped his drink. “What about it?”
“Well, uh, we can’t really stay married. We’re going to divorce, right?”
He walked closer to me. “Why would we do that?”
I looked away. “Seriously, put some pants on.”
He laughed again but complied, walking into the other room and then returning, wearing just some thin mesh gym shorts. “Better?”
“Yeah,” I said, though it hardly was. I could still clearly see the outline of his cock. “So, uh, the divorce?”
“We can’t,” he said.
“I’m pretty sure we can,” I said. “Whenever we want to.”
“Things are complicated right now.”
“I know, and divorcing will help them be less complicated.”
“Actually, it’s more about the business.”
“You mean the mafia.”
He grinned, nodding. “Yeah. We’re having some trouble with, ah, informants.”
“You mean you have a rat?”
He laughed. “Yeah, we have a rat.”
“What’s that have to do with us?”
“If we divorce right now, it’ll potentially draw attention to us. Nobody knows about the marriage, so it’s better if we just let it stand until this all blows over.”
I nodded, understanding his logic but not happy about it. If it were up to me, we would have divorced already.
But I was beginning to understand the game we were playing. I wasn’t happy about it, not by a long shot, but I’d been around my mother long enough to know that the men she dated were very often dangerous. I needed to learn to play along, or else things could get worse for me.
“Fine,” I said. “When it blows over, we’re divorced. Okay?”
“Sure.” He walked toward me. “That is, if you still want to be divorced.”
I laughed. “You’re my stepbrother. That’s just crazy.”
He stopped inches away from me and reached out to touch my hair. “Any more crazy than you sucking me off like that?”