Page 102 of The Midnight Club

Netta felt a rush of relief. “Oh, thank god … did Maceo call you?”

Seth nodded. “He asked me to call Lisander and Benoit.”

NotAlex. Netta felt the sting, but nodded. Seth studied her, reading her mind.

“Give him time, Netta. He’ll come around.”

Netta swallowed the lump in her throat and nodded. “Does he want us at the hospital?”

Seth shook his head. “No, he doesn’t want her overwhelmed with visitors. Lucia’s there, of course, and Maceo said she would call when he thought it was a good time.”

Netta started to wrap a towel around her body, but Seth caught the end of it and pulled it away. “I thought we could celebrate,” he said with a lazy smile, and Netta laughed. She stood back against the cool tile.

“Then you had better strip for me, Cantor.”

Seth pulled his tie down with a flourish, which made her grin. God, his body. As he undid the blue dress shirt he wore, she marveled at the planes of his chest, the firm abs, the slim hips.

“I love your cock,” she said as he removed his underwear, “I love the curve of it, the silky feel of it … the taste of it.”

Seth fisted the root of it. “You like this?”

“Oh yes … I like to watch you as you get yourself hard, I like it when you do that and look at me just like you are right now.”

Seth, his cock standing proudly against his belly, came closer. “I’d like to come on your skin.”

Netta smiled, a soft, sensual curve of her mouth. She stepped forward and pressed her belly against him, stroking his cock with her fingers. She helped him climax, reveling as he shot creamy cum all over her belly and her breasts, then, as he picked her up easily with one arm, impaled herself onto him, her cunt enveloping him completely.

“Why did we wait so long to do this?” Seth murmured, his lips at her ear, then her neck, then biting down on her shoulder as they fucked. Netta laughed, gasping as he nailed her back against the wall.

“Hell knows, but let’s keep doing it.”

Alex knockedat his half-sister’s door. He’d been to the police, them having asked him to come in and talk to them about the stabbing, and now he just needed to vent to someone. He could hear voices from inside and frowned. “Nets? Sis? You in there?”

After a beat, Netta, wrapped in her robe and definitely looking disheveled, answered the door.

“Hey, bro,” she said way too casually, and Alex’s eyes narrowed.

“What the hell’s going on?”

Netta hesitated, then sighed, opening the door to let him in. Alex stepped into the room, only to rock back when he saw Seth, shirtless, standing at the far end of the room.

Seth nodded to him.

“Alex.”

Alex stared at him, then Netta. “Seth. Well, this is … um … ”

“Not at all awkward, seeing as I’m an adult,” Netta said firmly. Alex felt an argument brewing inside of him but suddenly felt exhausted and shrugged.

“Fine.” He sighed and sat down as Seth found his shirt and slipped it back on. Alex looked up at him. “Any news from the hospital?”

Seth and Netta exchanged a glance, then Seth said softly, “Ori’s coming out of the coma.”

“That’s good. That’s good news.”

Netta sat down next to her brother. “Alex …”

“Maceo doesn’t want me there. That’s okay, whatever he needs, he gets. Whatever Ori needs.” Alex’s voice was steady, but Netta could hear the heartbreak in it.