Chapter 6
Restructuring
Sara
“Why aren’t you at breakfast, pipsqueak?” Dante’s deep voice makes me aware of the fact I’m standing in only a towel with my pussy wet and still aching. Did he see what I was doing? From the doorway, he would have been able to see almost everything. My cheeks heat.
It takes a moment to realize he asked me a question. A legitimate question. I bite my lip and lean the bat against the wall to give myself a moment to think. I can’t let him know my parents are out of town, not with the note my brother left. There’s no way I’m moving into that apartment.
“I need to pick up Peabody in an hour.” I almost high-five myself for my quick thinking. And also, “What are you doing here?”
He shifts his weight on his feet. Fuck, I swear he always seems bigger in real life than in my imagination. There’s always been something primal about my attraction to Dante. He’s the largest, most fit guy I know. Intelligent and gorgeous.
I definitely wouldn’t mind a ravishing from this particular Viking. A shiver of desire rolls down my spine. I press my thighs together against the throbbing, aching need that, instead of abating, grows more urgent.
“Checking on things.” He arches an eyebrow, obviously daring me to question him. But fuck that. He invaded my privacy.
I step closer and narrow my eyes up at him. “In my room?”
He smirks. “You weren’t supposed to be there, pipsqueak.”
“You could have texted or called, but you just let yourself into my house?” I’m trying to build up my anger, but it’s not working. The desire I stirred grows hotter inside. “Why are you in Tom’s room?”
Mom keeps Tom’s room exactly how he left it, just in case. Personally, I think she’s delusional. Tom has an apartment and isn’t going to come home to visit when he lives a few blocks away.
“Searching for clues.” Dante steps toward me and I automatically back up. Not that I’m afraid of him. I tip my chin up at his smirk. He strokes his fingers over his jaw. “It’s strange, pipsqueak...”
I glance around the room with my brow furrowed. It looks like it always does. “What’s strange?”
“Your parents’ room is untouched and most of their luggage is missing.”
My heart clatters in my chest as he takes another step closer. This time I hold my ground though. Fuck, he knows. And if he knows, he’ll make me move in with them and that can’t happen. I can’t do what I need to do with Drew if I’m surrounded by those guys.
And seeing Finn every day at work will be bad after last night, but having to spend twenty-four seven with the guy? And watch any of them bring other women into their beds?
No, thank you.
I’d probably go apeshit on any woman Wyatt brought home.
“So?” I try to brazen it out. After all, he doesn’t know anything.
“Caitlyn’s cat is gone.”
Yeah, that’s not a usual thing. Her stuffed cat that Tom gave her is a prized possession. Mom insists she keeps it at home. The poor thing used to be white and pink but now is more brownish pink with clumped fur.
“She must have taken it to brunch.” I arch an eyebrow, daring him to challenge me more.
“Now, pip, why would she do that when that’s grown-up time for her?” He closes the distance between us a little more. His heat and the scent of sunshine flow over me.
Fuck, I hate they know as much about our family as Tom does. I tighten my lips and glare at him.
“I kept wondering why Tom would word your texts and our note that way. After all, there’s nowhere safer than under your parents’ watchful eyes.” He’s not wrong. Roger is an ex-marine. “So why insist you come to us, when we’re the last guys he’d want to tempt with you?”
My brow furrows. Tempt?
He releases a breath and it coats my bare shoulders. A shiver races down my spine.
“We have a problem, pip.”
“I don’t see a problem.” I cross my arms over my chest, thankful my towel is tucked in tight.
“We can’t protect you if you’re here all on your own, but if you come to our penthouse, other issues might...” He glances down at the swells of my breast. Awareness stirs inside me. My breasts become tight and achy. His light blue eyes are a little darker when he raises them to mine. “Arise.”
“I’m not coming to live with you, so we don’t have a problem.” Well, except the scent of my arousal filling the room. Standing this close to Dante stirs all sorts of naughty thoughts. He’s so big and strong. I bet he could lift me against the wall with one hand and fuck me.
I wet my lips.
“I don’t have a choice, pip.” Dante shakes his head. His blond hair is pulled back in a bun, showing off the sharp angles of his face.
“I appreciate your loyalty to my brother, but there’s a security system in place. We don’t even know if there really is a threat. For all we know, it’s some woman who Tom wants to get over him. Though why he doesn’t just sic Amber on her, I’ll never know.”
“It would be easier with you here.” Dante’s gaze drops to my towel. “But Tom—”
Fuck it. I drop my arms. “Seriously, I don’t want to live with you guys. I’ll do anything, Dante.”
He rubs his finger next to his full lips. “I’ll let you stay here. Alone. Under two conditions.”
I narrow my eyes. “What conditions?”
“One, you call if you need anything. Don’t fucking hesitate. The littlest thing, you call me.” He almost seems to get larger as he says that.
“Fine.” That’s easy because he won’t know if I don’t call him. “And?”
“Finish what you started, pip.”
Dante
Sara’s mouth drops open and her cheeks flush even more pink. “What?”
“Did I stutter?” I’m ninety-nine percent sure she’ll back down and pack her bags to come stay with us. When I opened her door to place the small camera Wyatt bought, I never expected to find Sara naked on her bed giving herself pleasure.
My cock hardened painfully at her parted lips. The flushed heat that coated her skin pink from her cheeks to her breasts. Her fingers pumping into her pussy while she rubbed her clit.
Do I want to watch her finish? Yes, but I shouldn’t and she won’t. Sara is bold, but not that bold.
Her mouth presses into a thin, stubborn line. Good. Now she’ll pack like a good girl and come with me. I’ll figure out how to keep her from Wyatt once we get there. Maybe I’ll lock her in Tom’s room.
I cock an eyebrow.
“Fine.” Her devious smile should have been a warning. She reaches for my hand and tugs me toward the door. “But not in Tom’s room.”
Uh, what? She leads me down the hallway to her room. She stops inside and scrutinizes the space, looking around for something.
“Stop playing around, Sara. Get dressed and we’ll go get Peabody and head to the apartment.” Peabody is another issue we’ll have to deal with later.
She shuts her door with a final click. Stepping in front of me, she pushes her finger against my chest. Her pale green eyes flash with fire and heat.
“No, Dante, you gave me an option and I want to take it. I just want you to have the perfect view.” She takes my arm and moves me along the wall before pushing me back against it.
“You’re not going to willingly masturbate in front of me, pip.” I try to sound confident and overbearing, but my cock is already hard again just thinking about it.
She turns and backs up against me. I jerk my hips back so she doesn’t feel how hard I am. “Hmm, you’re taller, but this should be a good view.”
As she turns to face me, her dancing green eyes capture mine. With a naughty grin, she backs toward her bed. Her hands move up to the knot in her towel.
“Sara...” I’m about to scold her about being a tease, but then she drops the towel to the ground and continues to back up to the bed. My mouth goes dry as I take in every perfect inch of her body. Her freckles, that her mother always tells her to cover up, spread down her chest.
The urge to kiss every one of them and tell Sara how perfect they are makes me clench my fists to hold me in place. When my gaze dips lower, I swallow. She’s shaved bare from the waist down.
My cock twitches.
She sits on the edge of the bed and spreads her legs open for me.
Fuck. I lean against the wall to keep from falling to my knees and begging her to let me worship every inch of her body with my tongue and hands before sliding into her beautiful pussy.
I lift my eyes, pausing on her tightened pink nipples, taking in her parted lips before meeting those pale green eyes, dilated with desire.
“You wanted to watch me finish.” Her voice is breathless as she raises her hand to her breast. “But I need to work up to it.”
Liar, but I don’t call her on it. She’s so wet I can tell from here that her pussy is glistening.
She cups her breast and teases the nipple. I lick my lips. She’s temptation incarnate. I’ve kept away because of Tom and Wyatt. But seeing her like this makes me want to claim her as mine.
“Pinch it.” The words come out rough, almost angry.
Her eyes collide with mine as she pinches her nipple. She gasps.
“Tug on it, pip.”
She moans softly as she does what I say. “Dante.”
My name on her lips is like music to my ears, but I don’t move from the wall. My control is in place but fragile. I’d love to show her exactly how to take care of her needs. But for now, I’ve dug my grave to just watch. That’s all it will be. A show.
A show that will be ingrained in my memory because this girl is perfection.
“Lift your other hand to your breast.” I clench my fists to keep from stroking my hard cock.
“Like this?” She takes her other breast in her palm and pinches and tugs on her nipple. “Fuck, that feels good.”
“You wet for me, pip?”
Her darkened eyes collide with mine. “Yes, Dante.”
“Show me.”
Her brow furrows in confusion.
“Slide your fingers into that pussy and show me how wet you are for my cock.”
Moaning, she slides her hand down to her pussy and thrusts her fingers inside with a gasp.
“Pull them out and hold them up like a good girl.”