“Lay one finger on my sister and I’ll kick your fucking ass. I mean it, Micah.”
That’s what the fuck he said to me.
He should know me well enough to know that if someone threatens to kick my ass for doing something, it makes me want to do it even more.
Call me twisted. I don’t give a shit.
Call me dirty. It’s true.
Closing myself in the shower, I lean my head back and stroke my dick to images of Tegan in her red bikini top.
She just had to take her shirt off while I was playing my guitar, completely drawing my attention and thoughts her way.
I tried to keep my eyes away, but it was nearly impossible with her breasts on display. Apparently, Colby’s ass noticed too.
Gripping the wall, my strokes become faster and harder, causing me to moan out as I release myself down the drain, panting as it washes away.
“Fuck me!” I growl out.
I’ve been needing this release all day. That shit was intense.
Washing off, I get out and dry off, before lying on the couch in the den and wondering what Tegan thought of me naked in the pool.
She’s seen me naked, twice, in only two days since she showed up here. Her eyes have witnessed every muscle of my naked body, except for the most important one: my dick.
My eyes glance over toward the sliding door when it begins to slowly slide open.
Tegan thinks that I’m sleeping.
I don’t blame her. It’s completely dark down here. That’s how I like it.
Closing my eyes, I listen as she walks through the den, slowing down once she’s standing behind the couch.
Her breathing picks up and it doesn’t take a genius to know that she’s checking out my body, lying in this low hanging towel. It barely fits around my waist.
“Are you imagining me naked again?”
Fuck! There goes my mouth again.
She sucks in a breath and clutches her computer against her chest when I open my eyes and look up at her.
“Not a chance,” she says teasingly. “I just wanted to tell you that you played really well tonight. Wasn’t sure if you were still awake.”
Lifting a brow, I grab the back of the couch and sit up. “Well, it’s been a passion of mine since I was a kid. So, thank you.” I smile as she begins to walk away. “But you were still picturing me naked. For your book?”
She laughs. “Good night, Micah.”
I find myself smiling as I watch her disappear from the room.
A part of me hopes she gets a little inspiration from me for that book of hers. It’ll probably be the best damn book she’s ever written.
I pull up outside of Sebastian’s parents’ apartment a little later than usual, to see Sebastian chilling on the porch with his friends.
“Over here. Now,” I yell out the window, when I see one of them pass him a joint.
Rolling his eyes, he passes it back and tells them that he’ll be right back.
“You’re late,” he mumbles. “I thought you weren’t going to show.”
“Have I ever stood you up? Get your ass in the truck.”
He waves his friends off and jumps in.
Every Sunday I pick him up, take him to lunch, and bring him to Express—the bar I’m working on opening.
I don’t have much time to be there for the kid, but any amount of time I can give him, I do.
After picking up some burgers, we head to the bar and sit down to eat.
“Where are your parents? Don’t they get tired of those lowlifes hanging out on your porch?”
He looks up from his burger. “You tell me.” He tosses his burger down and sips his soda. “I haven’t seen them in a week.”
Anger boils inside of me at the knowledge that his parents took off again without telling him where. Last time they took off they were gone for three fucking weeks, leaving him with an almost empty fridge and no money to survive on.
“What the hell, Seb? I told you to let me know the next time they take off.” I rake my hands through my hair in frustration. “Is there food in the house?”
Standing up, he tosses his empty wrappers into the trash. “Yeah . . . enough noodles to last me for a damn month.”
“I’ll tell you what.” I toss my garbage in the trash and push my chair in. “Help me clean for the next three hours and I’ll take you shopping for a new pair of shoes and some groceries. I’m not letting you live on those shitty noodles for who knows how long. They’re terrible for digestion.”
His eyes go wide, before he smiles. “Really? A new pair of kicks?”
“As long as you promise me something.”
He crosses his arms. “I’m listening, big man.”
“I don’t want to see you smoking that shit with your friends, and I don’t want to catch you hanging around Vortex trying to get drunk. That’s why I’m not giving you cash this time. I’ll take you shopping myself from now on.”
He lets out a long breath, before speaking. “Fine. You got a deal.”
“Good.” I toss him some gloves. “Now let’s get this place cleaned up.”
Three hours later, as promised, I take Sebastian shopping for a new pair of shoes and some groceries that will last him at least a month.
Afterward, I drop him off at home and watch as he goes inside, locking the door behind him.
I always make sure he locks the door before I pull away.
The last time he left it unlocked when he was home alone, he got robbed by some homeless guy that hangs out at the liquor store across the street from the apartment building.
His parents came home two days later and his dad beat the shit out of him. He couldn’t open his right eye for three damn days.
It took everything in me not to break that fucker’s neck for placing his hands on Sebastian.
After he gives me the thumbs up through the window, I drive off and head to Vortex to check on the boys.
Sundays are one of the slowest days for the bar, so I’m not surprised to see that it’s dead . . . maybe nine or ten customers hanging around.
I’m also not surprised to see that Tegan is hanging out here with her laptop again. For some damn reason this place gives her inspiration.
“How’s Gavin catching on?”
Colby turns away from cleaning out one of the coolers. “Better than I expected.” He stands up and drapes the towel over his shoulder. “The ladies have loosened the kid up. Look.” He points to the table of girls that Gavin’s surrounded by.
My eyebrows raise in surprise as I watch him smoothly flirt with the chicks like a pro.
“Looks like he’ll fit right in as long as he can keep up. I’ll be out back if you need me.”
“Sure thing, Boss.”
Walking out back, I can’t help the small grin that occurs when Tegan looks up at me and then slowly scans my body over, before turning away.
“I guess you were right when you said this is the only place you wear clothes.” She goes back to typing, but then pauses. “I thought Xan was here.”
I pull out the chair across from her and take a seat. “He is.”
She laughs. “Okay . . . so you both need to be here? It’s a Sunday. There’s like no one here.”
“You’re here,” I say. “Someone’s got to keep an eye on you while your brother sleeps in his office.”
She shifts a little in her seat and clears her throat. “Is that jerk really sleeping?”
“Most likely,” I admit. “He’s a workaholic and a worrier. He spends time here even when he doesn’t need to. He has to sleep sometime.”
“So that’s why you’re here?”
“Yeah,” I say with a nod. “Gotta have my boy’s back. Always have and always will.”
My eyes shift over to her computer screen.
He’s so damn cocky and hot that all I can think about is slapping him and fucking him at the same time.
My cock twitches.
“Are you writing about me?”
“No!” She quickly slams her computer shut. “Don’t you know it’s rude to read someone’s computer or phone without asking?”
I stand up and walk behind her, leaning in close to her ear. She instantly sucks in a breath and stiffens at me being so close to her. “So, you haven’t thought about fucking me, Tegan?”
“You’re a cocky asshole,” she says tightly as I walk back around to face her.
“Exactly.” I grin, knowing that I caught her in a lie.
As hard as she tries to hide it, her eyes give her away.
“Fuck you.”
“Please do,” I tease. “I’ll let you slap me too.”
Her eyes lower down my body, but she’s quick to pull them away and clear her throat.
“You know . . . if you don’t want to get caught checking me out, you can always just look at the photo you took of me last night on your phone.”
She looks up quickly, her face turning red with embarrassment.
“That wasn’t for me.”
“You expect me to believe that, Tegan?”
Our banter stops once Alexander walks out back, eyeing us over suspiciously.
“Am I interrupting some shit?”
Tegan gives me a hard look and then turns to her brother. “Nope. Micah was just leaving.” She huffs, while opening her computer back up. “What is it about you two with reading my damn work? Can I have some damn peace and quiet now?”
I lift a brow. “Your dirty words caught my attention. Maybe if you weren’t writing about sexy shit then I wouldn’t read it.”