Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 69098 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Whatever Dad said to Ryder broke him.
He hasn’t spoken a word of real substance to me since. I’ve been dying to get him alone, to force him to look at me, and demand he spill whatever Dad said to him.
Is he in trouble?
“Ryder was quiet,” Raegan says as we enter the gate of our property and head toward my cabin. “Did you guys catch the bad men?”
My stomach tightens knowing those monsters got away. “No. They’re still out there, but Dad thinks we ran them off.”
When we reach the cabin, I notice Destiny isn’t inside, which means she’s probably helping Mom at the big house. I’m glad Reagan and I will be awarded this rare moment of privacy now that our property is overrun by people. I guide her over to the bed and we crawl into our usual spots. She smells like strawberries and I smell like ass.
Despite me desperately needing a shower or a quick dunk in the river, she snuggles against me, splaying her punching hand on my chest. Avoiding her gaze, I pick it up, inspecting it for serious injuries. She whines and groans when I push and prod, but it’s evident nothing is broken.
“You could have broken your hand,” I chide, bringing her middle knuckle to my mouth and kissing it.
She huffs, her breath tickling over my chest. “I wish I had broken his face.”
“The great Wild Knox was bleeding,” I tease, chuckling. “I’d say you achieved your goal.”
A cute giggle escapes her and I squeeze her to me.
“You smell like dirty underwear,” Raegan says, plucking at my shirt.
“And to think I’m not even wearing underwear.”
She stiffens and then pops up on one elbow. “What?”
Heat floods my cheeks and I feel like an idiot for blurting that out. What happened between me and Ryder was both horrible and amazing. Keeping it bottled in damn near hurts.
“Ro,” she grumbles. “Tell me. Did you…you know…with Logan?”
The goofy smile on my lips pulls into a quick frown. “Uhhh…”
“Out with it. I need to know every detail. You dirty dog!”
I close my eyes for a moment, trying to remember the kiss I shared with Logan. It feels like eons ago. Later that night with Ryder was more potent and raw, coating my every cell with blissful memory.
I have to tell her.
“If I tell you something, you have to promise not to tell a soul. You can’t even tell Ryder I told you,” I whisper, nervous energy skittering its way through my veins. “Promise, Rae. Not even when you’re pissed and you want to get a rise out of Mom and Dad.”
Her brows scrunch together and her eyes dart back and forth as she studies me. “Okay. Should I be scared? You sound serious.”
“I am serious. If you told anyone…” I trail off and bite down onto my bottom lip. “You just can’t.”
“I promise,” she vows. “Now tell me.”
Apprehension flickers in her eyes, making me rethink everything. What me and Ryder did alone in the tent in the dark probably shouldn’t ever make its way to the light of day. And yet…
I want to talk about it.
I want to remember.
I want it to be real.
Closing my eyes, I avoid my sister’s stare and blurt out the words. “Ryder, uh, got me off.”
“Off what?” Confusion laces her tone.
Snapping my eyes back open, I frown at her. “Like made me come.”
“Made you come,” she says slowly and then her cheeks blaze crimson. “You had sex with our brother?”
“W-What?” I shriek, yes, shriek, and cover her mouth with my hand despite mine being the loud one. “It wasn’t like that.”
She shoves my hand away.
“Wasn’t like what? Tell me, Ro. You’re not making any sense.”
I groan, rolling until I’m half on top of her so I can meet her gaze. “You know how Ryder gets hard for you sometimes?”
She blushes again and nods.
“I do the same for him. It just happened, okay? He didn’t want Logan touching me, so he took care of my, uh, needs.”
“You were hard for him,” she breathes, shifting slightly. “And you’re hard now.”
Hard now?
Holy fuck.
I am.
Because I was remembering every detail of Ryder’s hand pressed against my dick through my denim. Not because of Raegan. That’s just… No.
Her eyelashes flutter and her lips part. I’m suddenly aware of what she must be thinking. That I must want her in the same way I wanted him.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
This is unraveling fast and going to ruin everything.
Why did I have to open my big mouth?
“I love you, Raegan, but I told you. I like…” Men. Guys. Whatever. Just not females, especially not my sister. Not sexually at least.
She flinches, the unspoken words whipping at her. “Got it.”
I know I’ve hurt her because her usually fierce eyes are glassy with unshed tears. I’m an asshole, but I don’t want her to think things that aren’t real.