Page 31 of The Bad Brother

S INCE HE’S NOT EXACTLY KNOWN FOR HIS patience, I know I don’t have long before Cade comes through that door to see what the hell is going on.

That’s not what finally gets me to stop touching her, though.

It’s the thought that if Cade comes through that door and sees Sloane like this, shaking and vulnerable in my lap, riding the tail end of the orgasm I just gave her, I’ll probably lose my shit and kill him.

Because no one gets to see her like this.

No one gets to hear her moan and whimper while she comes.

No one but me.

Fuck.

Teetering on the brink of self-control and feeling crazier than I have in a while, I tear my mouth away from hers on a frustrated groan.

Pulling my hand from between her legs, I nearly come all over myself when she lets out a soft bleat of protest, her hips rolling forward to rub her pussy against the stiff ridge of my cock.

Because I’m literal nanoseconds away from shouting at Cade to go home so I can fuck Sloane to death on her kitchen floor, I fit my hands around her waist and lift her from my lap.

Setting her back in her own chair, I make the mistake of looking down at the lap she just vacated.

The front of my track pants are soaked. So wet from her pussy grinding against me that I can clearly see the head of my cock outlined against them.

And then I make mistake number two by looking at her.

Sitting across from me, so close our knees are touching.

Thighs relaxed enough to show me what’s between them.

The crotch of her sleep shorts pulled to the side to expose her dripping wet pussy.

Chest heaving like she’d been running for her life only seconds ago.

Mouth, swollen from the crush of mine, open to drag soft, shallow breaths into her lungs.

Nipples so stiff and tight they brush against the thin cotton of her shirt with every uneven breath.

Fuck.

Me.

Standing slowly, I tell myself I’m leaving.

Making it to the door and stopping Cade before he has a chance to get it open and get himself murdered.

I have every intention of walking away… at least that’s what I tell myself but I know it’s a dirty fucking lie when, still looking down at her, I watch as Sloane leans into the space between us to drag the flat of her tongue across the wet spot she left on the front of my pants, her dark, bottomless gaze never leaving mine.

My filthy little peach .

“ Jen —” Cade isn’t knocking anymore. He’s pounding on the door like he’s about to kick it in.

“ If you open that fucking door, I’m going to kill you ,” I bellow back even as I’m fisting a hand in her hair while jerking my pants down with the other.

“Open your mouth,” I growl softly, nearly coming all over the both of us a second time when the briefest of smirks touches the corner of her mouth before she complies.

Fucking the head of my cock past her open lips on a low groan, I immediately feel my balls tighten and a surge of heat wrap itself around the base of my spine, the grip of it nearly buckling my knees when she begins to suck, taking every hard, deep thrust of my cock and greedy for more.

Both hands fisted in her hair, I hold her steady, fucking her throat, fast and hard while her fingernails rake across my hips, looking for purchase before she sinks them into my ass, urging me on.

“You ready for my cum, Peach?” I growl down at her, watching while my glistening wet cock pumps in and out of her greedy mouth. She moans, the answering hum of it vibrating along the length of my shaft, the head of it tingling when her throat begins to work, eager to swallow whatever I give her.

My perfect little peach.

“ Fuck .” No longer giving a shit if Cade is listening, I come on a rough shout, gaze locked on Sloane’s while she swallows the hot spurts of cum lashing against the back of her throat, moaning softly every time my cock jerks against her tongue, sucking me dry.

Because I know if I don’t stop, I’m going to end up fucking her, and that I do care about Cade overhearing, I pull out of her mouth with a reluctant groan that she answers with one of her protestive little bleats.

Shit.

“If I don’t go…” Still half hard, I put myself away while trying to slow the runaway train in my chest. When she doesn’t answer me, I reach out and wrap a hand around her throat, using my grip to angle her gaze up to meet mine. “Peach?—”

“I know.” Giving me a soft smile, she reaches up to anchor her hand around my wrist. “There’s a Zpak in my bag.

You need to take it. One pill a day for six days.

The bandages need to be changed daily. I’ll give River a supply of what she needs to keep it clean, along with a list of what she needs to be on the watch for to make sure infection doesn’t set in. ”

Because her aftercare instructions sound a hell of a lot like I’m not going to be here to do any of this myself , I remember that she’s supposed to be going with her realtor to look at the apartment Colt offered to rent her because he’s not a raging asshole and because it’ll be good to have a doctor in the house.

Suddenly I don’t give a shit how long Cade’s been standing in the hall or how worried he is about me.

Leaning down, I angle myself over her, brushing my mouth against hers, going hard all over again when her lips part for me on a soft sigh.

Kissing her slow and deep, my tongue tangling lazily with hers, I finally break away from her on another reluctant groan.

“I don’t want you to move out,” I confess quietly.

If I’m being completely honest, I’m not sure if I ever really wanted her to move out .

Still frowning, Sloane sighs. “Is that why you bought me groceries? To try and make up for the way you’ve been behaving so I’d change my mind?”

“Yes…” Shit. “No.” Swiping a rough hand over my face, I give her a sigh of my own. “After Colt left, I came up here to find… something to tell me who you really are and what you’re doing here.”

Her frown turns into a scowl “Because the fact that I really am a doctor wasn’t enough for you?”

“Because you knew Hanna’s name and my brother hates me enough to send someone across the river to open me up with a razor blade, Peach,” I say, telling her the truth. “Dropping a beautiful woman in my lap with the purpose of fucking me up, isn’t outside the realm of possibility.”

“Sera told me Hanna’s name,” she reminds me quietly. “You can ask her or River if you?—”

“I don’t have to ask anyone,” I tell her.

“I believe you—that’s why I bought those groceries.

Because I opened the pantry and realized that you’ve been eating stale crackers and expired canned goods for the past month.

That your ex really did drain your bank account and instead of being the hero you made me out to be when you were talking to Colt this morning, I’ve just been making your life harder and the realization made me feel like shit. ”

When she hears what I’m saying, Sloane’s forehead crumples with a frown. “Jensen…” Shaking her head, the hand wrapped around my wrist starts to pull against the grip I have on her neck. “I appreciate it. I really do, but I think it might be best if I?—”

“The pipes sing,” I tell her, suddenly so fucking desperate to keep her from leaving that I’m ready to drag her upstairs and tie her to the bed.

Confused, she frowns up at me again. “What?”

“That’s how I know when you’re in the shower.

” I shake my head. “The pipes sing. I’m not spying on you.

I can hear them when I’m training in the basement.

” I say it like I wasn’t just looking at surveillance cameras online or snooping through her underwear drawer a few hours ago.

“I’ll be good, Peach.” Letting her go, I hunker down in front of her so I can look her in the eye.

“Best behavior. No more sabotage. No more bullshit, I promise… just don’t move out, okay? ”

“We’ll talk about it later,” she says quietly, careful not to make promises she’s not sure she can keep. “You better get out there before Cade has a nervous breakdown. He’s worried about you.”

Even though all I want to do is drag her off her chair and bury my face in her pussy or maybe get on my knees and beg some more, I just nod before pushing myself to my feet because she’s right. We’re definitely going to be talking about it later.

“I’m not sad either,” I say, hitting her with confession number two.

“I was. I was so fucking sad for so fucking long, I thought I’d drown in it but I’m not anymore.

I stopped being sad the moment I met you.

” When I say it, she looks up at me, her wide, dark gaze finding mine on a soft exhale.

“’Night, Peach.” Leaning over her again, I brush a feather-light kiss across her cheek.

“Thanks for stitching me up,” I tell her before I make myself do the last thing I want to do and leave while I still can .

Opening the front door, I find Cade waiting across the hall, leaning against the wall next to my front door. Hands jammed into the front pockets of his jeans, gaze aimed at his boots, he lifts his head just as I step into the hall.

“I guess we’re not trying to get rid of the good doctor anymore?” he asks, the smirk on his face telling me that while he might not have heard everything that happened between Sloane and me, he heard enough.

Digging into my pocket for my keys, I cross the hall to my own front door.

“I think we need to cool it with the fights for a week or two,” I tell him, ignoring his question completely while jamming my key into the lock.

“You gonna be okay with that?” I fight because I want to.

Because I like the way it makes me feel.

Because it’s one of the only things I’ve ever been good at.

Cade fights because he has to. He’s good at it—maybe even better than me—but he doesn’t love it the way I do.

For Cade, fighting is a means to an end. Nothing more.

“I’ll be fine,” he says, giving me a flat smile while I push my way through my front door.

Rather than follow me in, Cade leans against the frame of the open doorway.

“Colt says she’s coming to look at his vacancy this weekend,” he says to my back while I make my way into the kitchen.

“Maybe that’s a good thing. If this shit with your brother is going to get violent, it might be better for her to live next to a cop—especially if the two of you are?—”

“You should get Sera home,” I say, cutting him off while grabbing a glass off my counter and sticking it under the cold tap on the sink. Filling it with water, I look up at him. “I’ll be fine.”

I’m not fine .

It’s taking everything in me to not hunt Ethan down and drag him out of whatever hole he’s hiding in so I can break his goddamned neck. Not because he managed to infiltrate my front line and get a good lick in.

No.

I’m ready to kill him because Cade is right.

Being involved with me puts a target on Sloane’s back.

Living here puts her in danger.

Like he can read my mind, Cade gives me an almost apologetic smile. “Alright.” Bobbing his head while he levers himself away from the doorframe, he digs his hand into his back pocket. Pulling out a thick stack of folded cash, he moves to toss it onto my coffee table. My winnings from tonight.

“Keep it,” I tell him before lifting my glass of water in a mock toast. “You earned it.”

Scowling at me, Cade shakes his head. “Jen?—”

“It’d be yours if I hadn’t taken your slot tonight,” I remind him with a shrug, the movement settling a dull, throbbing ache into the meat of my shoulder. “Seriously—keep it. Buy Gun something nice.”

Like I knew it would, mentioning his son stops Cade’s argument cold. “Whatever.” Jamming the cash back into his pocket on a pissed off head shake, he sighs. “I know you don’t want them, but we need cameras. If we had them installed, we’d have the fucker who sliced you on tape.”

Again, as much as I hate to admit it, he’s right.

And cameras might be a way to give Sloane a small measure of protection while she’s here.

“I’ll call the security company in the morning.” Setting my glass in the sink, I start to move toward my bedroom. “ Seriously—go home. Sloane took good care of me. I’ll be fine.”

“Yeah,” he barks it out on a laugh on his way out the door. “I heard.”

He’s gone before I can tell him to fuck off.