20. Amorette
AMORETTE
I didn’t know if the silence between Grey and me, as we walked toward Andre’s apartment, was concerning or gratifying. He hadn’t even tried talking to me when he entered the bedroom to get ready.
He’d been broody, and every time I glanced at him, he had the same pinched expression and seemed a thousand miles away. I was the one who was angry as hell. He had held me in place as Parker got closer. Yet he was the one who ignored me and stomped around like he’d been wronged.
I desperately wanted to know what ran through their heads. Except right then, I didn’t even believe Grey knew what he was thinking. Or he was just simply confused by it.
Did he want to share me, and this was some fucked up plan the brothers had cooked up for giggles? Or was he shocked that Parker pointed out his own reactions to him?
I doubted it. He seemed genuinely caught off guard at Parker’s accusations. At the same time, his actions pointed to everything Parker wanted me to believe. The thought of them passing me around…
At Andre’s door, Grey pounded with the side of his fist. He didn’t make us wait long. When he opened the door, he looked every bit the billionaire CEO from his crisp all-black suit, gold cuffs, and wavy, inky hair brushed back away from his face.
Grey looked sharp in his suit too, but anyone with an eye could tell that Andre’s cost triple what Grey’s did. The only difference was that Andre seemed to care about the status his suit gave, and Grey seemed as if wearing one was a chore.
Grace could have told me the designer, collection, and year released on both.
But the rest of the population wouldn’t be able to discern the quality based on how they carried themselves. They were both attractive, confident men who wore brutality like a second skin. The air constantly buzzed around them, making the hairs on my arms stand up.
Andre’s gaze swept down my body, taking in my dark royal blue dress and short black heels. “You look stunning,” he murmured, causing Grey to stiffen beside me. Andre shot him a questioning look, but he let it go when Grey didn’t say anything.
“We’re taking the plane,” Andre said as he moved past us.
“Twenty men are coming with us. Parker and Lafe have a list of every one and the leverage we have over them, if needed. I also have a few men on the ground willing to help if it comes to that. If we die, Grey, I will haunt you from the fucking grave.” Andre spoke all this while strolling at a brisk pace toward the commons.
It was eerily empty, but I found out why when we stepped outside.
Men were decked out in their simple black uniforms with some type of rifle gun strapped over their backs along with one in their hands.
They patrolled the top of the wall, inside of the wall, and several were perched strategically around the roof.
“Are you expecting an attack?” I twisted my neck to peer up.
“After Vicente tried to take out Grey the last time he left the compound, I’m not taking any chances.”
I glared at Grey, who ignored me. During our…whatever that was when we got back to the apartment, I’d completely forgotten to ask. Parker appearing out of thin air while I came again rattled me.
Partly because I was shocked and mainly because his words wouldn’t leave me alone. Whether or not Grey admitted it, some part of him did want to share me. Otherwise, he would’ve flipped out at Parker watching us.
Unless… I peeked over at him. Had they shared before? I had never asked, although maybe that was the reason for his mild reaction. There was nothing about Grey that didn’t scream jealous or possessive asshole in every situation, unless it involved his brothers.
In the plane, Grey and Andre took the cockpit. They hung up their suit jackets, then started running checks on everything. I stood in the entrance, glancing between them and the back area where their men were already seated.
“Get your ass in here,” Andre said as he flipped buttons and hit others.
“There are two seats,” I pointed out, even though deep down, I was relieved. As much as their men didn’t scare me, I didn’t want to spend a few hours with them by myself.
A flight attendant shut the door to the cockpit with a smile, leaving me standing behind their seats. Grey grabbed my hand and tugged me down in his lap. His hold was loose and comfortable, yet there was still something off about him.
“What was the attack from Vicente?” I asked, as I looped an arm around his shoulders.
His eyes widened a fraction, as if surprised. “I had to go clean up a mess with one of the fighters. It was a trap to draw me in. He tried to stab me, but I was better.” He shrugged nonchalantly.
“What happens when they catch you off guard?” My temper started to rise. Grey and possibly Parker thought they were untouchable. Invincible. They weren’t.
“He tried.” Grey gave me a devil’s grin.
“What about next time? Or the time after that? You’ve requested me to stay, to forget everything I’ve ever known. The cost for that is you take some care with your fucking life.”
Andre grunted in agreement, and Grey glowered at him.
“What else has he done? Since I was taken,” I demanded, looking to Andre because getting information from Grey was next to impossible. If it were easy, I would have had it by now.
“I’m surprised no one has told you.” He glanced at me then back to the dashboard.
“Not much. The attack on Grey was the most forward, but he targeted both Parker’s and Lafe’s people on jobs.
I’m fairly certain he tried to set my people up.
However, thanks to you, I terminated that mission.
” He raised a brow and gave me a brief smile.
I used the bottom joint of my thumb to rub my eye. “I don’t get it.” Vicente seemed to be playing hot and cold, but I had nothing to compare it to.
“Join the club,” Andre muttered as he steered the plane toward the runway.
Even though I still had more questions, I held my tongue. There was so much I didn’t know, and I wanted more information and background before I was able to make any assumptions. I at least knew Vicente was dangerous and we were all at risk by venturing out. I shivered.
This was like playing Russian Roulette. And these men lived this life every day. How were they not crazy or prematurely gray?
I smiled. That explained why Grey was the way he was. Parker fit the crazy bill. They were literally a product of this fucked up world because they grew up in it. Everything Vicente did to them or around them shaped them into the dysfunctional men they were today.
Back home, I never would have given them a second thought. Or a second look. But here, where I was trying so hard to let go of everything I thought I knew, they were growing on me even as I wanted to strangle them.
It wasn’t long before we were up in the air.
Andre was doing most of the piloting while we just took in the beautiful view of the oncoming sunset.
Grey’s vibe was still off. Glancing at him, I met his stare before my gaze drifted to the furrow between his brows.
He was thinking hard, and I had a good idea about what.
A terrible, devious plan came to mind. My heart thumped erratically in my chest just thinking about it, although this was the perfect opportunity to know where Grey stood. Part of me felt it was cruel to force the issue, but the rules I’d lived with most of my life didn’t apply here.
These men responded best to actions that skated the line between bold and crude. The more cutthroat, the happier they were.
Andre suddenly sat back, grabbing the headrest and relaxing. “Now’s the easy part.”
Moving my gaze from Andre to Grey, something must have shown on my face because his arms tightened around my waist.
I peeled his hands back, and he reluctantly let me go. His gaze burned my skin as I stood up. Oh, Grey was not happy with me.
Andre didn’t realize anything was happening until I slid into his lap. He jumped but kept his arms above his head.
“Grey, your lover is in my lap,” Andre deadpanned.
I leaned forward, brushing my nose along his jaw, feeling at least a little vindicated when he stopped breathing. Then I pulled my head back and narrowed my eyes on Grey. His fingers gripped the armrest so hard they’d lost all their blood. He ground his jaw but didn’t move a muscle otherwise.
“Is this what you want?” I asked.
“Is this what you want?” he returned.
I shook my head. “Since I’ve been with your family, it’s never been about what I want.” I glanced up at Andre’s hooded eyes and gripped his jaw. Bringing his face down the tiniest amount, I bit his bottom lip before soothing it with my tongue.
His cock twitched under my ass, and as much as I hated it, color hit my face.
“Does this make you angry or horny?” I turned back to Grey.
Grey didn’t answer, but his gaze swirled with both fury and desire. “Do you want to see my hands on him?” I stroked his chest, going down toward his stomach. His muscles flexed under my hand. What had been a growing erection was now a full-blown pipe underneath me.
I turned to straddle his lap, swallowing hard because what the fuck was I doing? My dress rode up, the material bunching against my waist as I spread my legs wider and pushed my clit against him.
Grinding against his cock, I groaned. Andre was a predator at this moment as he watched me with dark, slitted eyes.
A deep rouge colored the top of his cheeks, giving his tanned skin a flushed, sexy appearance.
He was completely in control. I didn’t doubt for a minute that he would and could take over if he wanted to.
But he was content to see what I would do.
I’d shocked him too much. Leaning forward, I slid my hands up his biceps and down his forearms to cover his hands as I pressed my lips to his.
They were pillowy soft, and not demanding, as I took what I wanted.
I rolled my hips again, this time earning a tortured sound from Andre. With more willpower than I thought I possessed, I laid my head on his shoulder where I could see Grey. Molded together, I could feel the pounding of his heart against mine.
“Is this what you want?” I whispered, dropping my hands to Andre’s shoulder. “You want to see me ride your brother?” I rocked, using Andre’s cock to hit my most sensitive spot. The heat built so much faster than expected.
Andre started slowly thrusting from below, dropping his hands to cup my ass to help me along.
“Do you like this?” I whispered, but it came out strangled. I was so close. So fucking close.
Grey’s green eyes were a livid storm as he watched us together. But he never stopped me. Never got up. This was as much an experiment for him as it was for me. At least with Andre, I knew there were no feelings there. Lafe was tender, so I risked hurting him.
And no fucking way would I try this with Parker. Over my dead body he’d touch me like this.
Then I imagined him here with Grey, watching like he loved to do.
I broke apart. It was sudden, blinding, and empty. Stars danced behind my lids as I clawed at Andre’s shoulders and squeezed my eyes shut. Andre was still rocking me against him when I pushed back from his chest and climbed off.
Without a look at him or Grey, I stomped for the door. I needed to get out of here. Cold water and fresh air were the only things that could get my head back on straight.
What the fuck had I just done?
Andre hadn’t come, and I couldn’t finish him off. I’d already pushed my limits by forcing Grey to watch that. It was a bitch move, but if I didn’t get out of there right then, I’d break apart in a very different, less pleasant way. And I didn’t want either brother to see that.
“I hope you have your answer.” I tried to growl at Grey, to show my anger, but the words tumbled out breathlessly. Fuck.
Andre muttered something like ‘cocktease’ under his breath, but I didn’t stick around to find out.