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  A year.

  It’s been almost a fucking year, yet it feels like I was with her just seconds ago. The way her tight pussy felt wrapped around my cock—it was pure ecstasy as I took her the only way I knew how; hard and fast.

  That memory has me reaching down and burying my hands into the curly red hair of the woman who kneels at my feet. I tighten my grip, taking control, and fuck her mouth roughly. Her fingers dig into my thighs, and she gags on my dick. She takes it though, like a fucking champ.

  I won’t let up. This is how I like it. This is how I need it! I need to take control and know that I have the upper hand. My body stiffens and my balls tighten as I feel my release nearing. I am gripping her hair so tightly; to the point I know it is painful for her. She makes a sound in the back of her throat that vibrates my aching cock. I let out a moan myself as I come down the back of her throat.

  I pull out of her mouth and watch as my come dribbles down her chin. “Get dressed,” I order once I pull up my boxer briefs and walk past her as she remains kneeling on the floor. Trying to catch her breath.

  I make my way into my bedroom and throw on my worn-out jeans along with a plain, white t-shirt before I walk out into the kitchen. I find Parker, my roommate and best friend, along with his stupid cat, sitting at the table.

  “Morning,” he says cheerfully as he slides what’s left of his cereal over to his cat, Puss Puss, to finish off.

  “Quit feeding her that,” I say opening the fridge to look for something to eat for breakfast. “She puked by the back door yesterday after you gave her milk,” I complain, slamming the fridge. Nothing. I walk over to the cabinets.

  “But she likes it,” he says as he strokes her back.

  I roll my eyes and then slam the cabinet.

  “What is wrong with you?” he asks as the doorbell rings.

  I start to walk away and mumble, “Just tired.” You would think getting off would have helped my mood, but not so much. My dick’s already hard again for her. The one woman I can’t have again.

  I readjust myself before I go to open the door and see my sister standing there with a bowl of something in her hands. She smiles a big smile and her bright green eyes shine from the morning light.

  I try to ignore the pain in my chest that I still feel when I’m around her. She’s been through so much and I can’t help but wonder how things might have been different for her had I just come clean with her when I found out I was her half-brother. I kept it a secret for years, afraid that she would push me away. So when I reappeared in her life, I let her believe that we were just old childhood friends. We’re the same though. We run when we’re unsure of something. I’ve always been that way. “Good morning. What are you doing here?”

  To be honest, Sam is the only woman I have ever cared about in my life. My past is something I try not to think or talk about. She has always been the only thing about my past that I want to remember.

  “Well, good morning to you, too.” She smiles. “I brought you guys breakfast,” she explains holding up the dish in her hands.

  Breakfast! Thank God, I’m starving. I move away from the door and allow her in. We enter the kitchen and she sets the dish on the table.

  “What’d ya bring?” Parker pesters in greeting.

  She removes the lid and Parker’s eyes light up as he reaches in to grab before she slaps his hand. “Have some manners,” she says before she walks over to the cabinets and grabs some plates. She turns back around with a smile on her face but it drops the second she looks behind me and her bright green eyes narrow.

  I spin around to see the redhead now fully dressed in the same skeevy black skirt and white top that she was wearing when she approached me at the bar last night. Her curly red hair is messy from where my hands have just been, and she has a devious smile on her face as she stares at my sister. “Good morning, Sam.” She cocks her head and lets out a little laugh.

  “Morning, Ginger,” Sam says flatly as her eyes continue to burn a hole in her.

  Parker’s head whips back and forth quickly as he takes a bite of his Danish, not caring to wait for the plate that Sam holds in her hands. I take a step back, half expecting her to throw said plate at Ginger’s head. I’ve seen her fight another woman before over her now husband, Slade. I have a feeling I’m gonna have to break one up here in a second.

  “Well, sweetie.” The redhead then looks over to me. Sweetie? “I’m out. Call me later.” Ginger then walks over to me and plants her lips on mine.

  I’m not much for kissing and hugging. I stray away from anything that is soft and a show of affection.

  I place my hands on her shoulders and kindly but firmly push her away and frown but I don’t respond.

  I watch Sam as she continues to stare at Ginger as she leaves. As soon as we hear the front door close Parker looks up at her. “What was that about?” he asks through a mouthful. The smirk on his face tells me he’s enjoying the tension.

  Her shoulders fall and she sighs. “That girl was about to have sex with Slade the first time I saw him.” I had kept an eye on Sam for the past several years. When she moved here to St. Louis I couldn’t believe my luck. She had moved here with her ex, Jax. He ended up cheating on her, and well, almost getting her killed. I was anxious when she met Slade. He went through women about as fast as I do. You never stop to think about how the women feel until you see your sister fall for the same type of guy you are. Thankfully, Slade fell in love with her, so I didn’t have to kill him.

  “What?” Parker asks through laughter. Slade was Parker’s best friend growing up. I met him while on our Vegas trip a year ago and somehow he became my roommate.

  She frowns but nods. “Yeah, in the women’s bathroom at Larry’s. Where he asked me to join them for a threesome.” She looks to me. “And now she’s sleeping with my brother,” she growls.

  I shake my head. “We have not had sex,” I say matter-of-fact.

  Parker continues to laugh. “So what, she just sucked your dick?” He then smiles when I stare at him expressionless. “Nice.”

  She had come over last night but passed out cold from her drunkenness. So this morning was our first chance to fool around. My dream of Missy ruined the morning sex I was planning on having. But when she offered up her mouth… “Pretty much,” I say before I take a bite of my breakfast. Sam’s eyes narrow on me. “What?” I ask with a shrug. “I don’t fuck every chick who comes over,” I say in all seriousness.

  “You guys seriously need therapy,” she states before she falls into a chair at the kitchen table.

  Parker points his finger at me. “I’m sure she’s not the only girl you’ve shared.” Her head snaps over to him and she gives him an evil stare with her bright green eyes. “St. Louis is a small town.” She huffs. “Truly. It is.” He nods his head quickly.

  “So,” she says defensively, “maybe if you guys didn’t bring home a different woman every night it wouldn’t be so small.”

  I go to speak but hear my front door open again. We all sit at the table and watch as my brother-in-law, Slade, walks in with a smile on his face. He has a white bag with pink hearts on it slung over his right shoulder and my newborn niece is cradled in his arms.

  “What are you doing here?” she asks accusingly.

  The smile drops off of his face at her harsh greeting. “I was on my way to take Sadey to my parents’ for the day when I thought we would come by and see the guys.”

  Parker stands up from his chair, wiping his hands on his jeans, and walks over to him. Slade hands Sadey over to him without a word. “What are you doing here?” he asks her.

  She gestures to the dish sitting in the middle of the table. “Brought breakfast. But it looks like Tate already had some.” She looks over at me with narrowed eyes, and I can’t help but roll mine.

  She’s Missy’s best friend now. She has always been on Missy’s side and I don’t blame her. I don’t deserve her sympathy. My actions are my own and I will own them. I’m the jackass and always
have been. I’m used to it.

  Slade looks over at me before he runs a hand through his disheveled, spiked hair. “I’m confused,” he says shaking his head. “Why is breakfast such a bad thing?”

  “Tate got his dick sucked this morning by someone you have apparently fucked,” Parker says with a smile on his face.

  “Parker,” Sam snaps. “Don’t speak that way in front of Sadey.”

  He snorts. “She can’t hear anything I say. She’s not even two months old.”

  Sam huffs and then looks over to her husband. “Ginger was here,” she says—like that name should mean something.

  Slade turns his blue eyes on mine, and he smirks.

  “What was that?” she accuses straightening her back. “Some guy code for good job?” she asks, her voice rising.

  Slade tries to hide his laughter behind a cough. “Angel.” He calls her by her pet name. It gets annoying sometimes but I’m happy she has someone who loves her as much as he does. “If you remember correctly, you interrupted us. We never did anything,” he reminds her, smiling, and she relaxes a bit back into her chair.

  “You asked Sam to have a threesome with you guys?” Parker asks. “Threesomes are the best.” He nods to himself as Slade shakes his quickly trying to signal shut the fuck up. Parker ignores him as he turns to Sam. “So jealous,” he says with a smirk on his face.

  She crosses her arms over her chest and lets out a puff of air in frustration. “You just wait til you fall in love and other men want her.”

  “Not gonna happen, sweetheart,” he says as he holds up Sadey and starts talking baby talk in her face.

  I understand what she means. After what happened between Missy and me in Vegas, she started dating Braxton. Parker’s little brother. I know, right? One big fucked-up mess. It killed me having to see Missy with him and it still does. But that’s what she deserves. He is a good kid and much closer to her age. I’m six years older than her. He has a career and great future. She deserves the finest things in life—not a life shadowed by secrets and darkness.

  “Well, I also came to talk to Tate about something,” she announces as she turns in her chair to face me.

  “About what?” I ask curiously.

  “Missy’s birthday is this weekend. I’m throwing her another party and I want you there.”

  I start shaking my head the moment she says Missy. “Come on? Please?” she begs, and it makes my skin crawl. I hate that word. I hate to hear someone beg for anything. It shows weakness. People call it polite. I call it pathetic!

  “No,” I scowl. “I don’t even know why you asked. She won’t want me there anyway,” I say, getting up and walking over to Parker. He protests as I reach down and take Sadey from him.

  Sam looks from me over to her husband for help. He lets out a long breath as if to say he knew it was going to be harder than she had hoped. “She won’t care if you’re there,” she says looking back at me.

  “You’re lying,” I say as I rock Sadey back and forth. I reach up and remove the big ass pink bow from around her head and toss it into Parker’s lap. The poor kid has to have neck pain from how big those things are.

  “I’m not. I spoke with her about it. She told me she was okay if I invited you,” she explains while she takes the bow out of Parker’s hands.

  She probably only said that ‘cause I’m Sam’s brother. Missy could care less if I’m there. “And Braxton?” I ask arching a brow. This will give me my out. He won’t want me there. Braxton hates me, which I don’t understand. He’s the one with her. Not me. Shouldn’t I be the one who hates him? I only had her once. He gets to have her whenever he wants. Those soft creamy thighs. Perfect round breasts, and that ass that just begs for my hands to touch. My dick starts to swell, and I immediately think of beating the fuck out of Braxton. This is not the time to get hard.

  “They broke up,” she says with too much excitement in her voice.

  My chest tightens. Fuck! Why does that make me want to run to her? To ask her if she’s okay. Did he break her heart? I’ll break his legs! I know, I’m fucked-up considering what I did to her, but I did that to protect her from me.

  “Why are you pushing this?” I ask curious. Why does she want me around Missy in the first place? And why do I want to go?

  She sighs. “Because I think it will be good for you guys to grow up and get over what happened. You’re my brother and she’s one of my best friends. You guys are bound to be invited to all the things that we do.”

  Can I handle being around Missy? Can I keep my hands off of her? No and no, but I find myself growling, “Fine.” Sam claps her hands and she hisses out a yes. “When’s the party?” I ask sitting back down in my seat with Sadey. I hate that my heart is beating faster knowing that I’m going to be seeing her on her birthday. Last year on her twenty-first birthday she got so drunk, she ended up getting sick and then passing out in the bathroom. I had carried her to Sam and Slade’s spare bedroom and tucked her into bed. I had wanted her then.

  “This weekend at our house,” she says happily, and I look over at Parker. He has a huge grin on his face like he knows a fucking secret about me. I look away and turn to catch Slade staring at me. His blue eyes are soft as he looks at me with pity. This party is going to be a total disaster.

  Fuck me!

  MISSY

  I push my cold food around my plate with my fork as I let out a big sigh.

  “I said no garlic. How could you have possibly misunderstood that?”

  I look across the darkened restaurant to the table that is next to us as a woman dressed in a black Gucci dress with expensive heels to match speaks harshly to her waiter. She points her long, fire red painted nail at his chest before she flicks her long auburn hair off of her shoulder.

  “I’m sorry, Miss,” The waiter apologizes as he nods his head to her. “I will…”

  “Where is Peter?” she demands, looking around. Her husband ignores her outburst while he cuts into his steak. He must know how to tune her out. Wish we were as lucky. “I want to speak to your manager. I know Peter is here,” she continues.

  I hate this Italian restaurant. I’ve been here so many times over the last ten months and every time I come here I feel out of place. Doesn’t matter how much I dress up or how much makeup I put on—I don’t fit in here. I feel like I’m back in high school and everyone just talks about me as I walk by. They know I don’t belong. The women look at me as if I were just some dog that Braxton picked up off the streets and dressed up.

  “Missy?”

  I turn back to look at the man sitting across from me. He sits back in his chair and frowns. “Everything okay?” His brown eyes look down to my plate before returning back to mine. “You haven’t eaten anything,” he observes as his frown deepens.

  I nod my head. “I’m just not very hungry tonight,” I tell Braxton.

  I met Braxton about a year ago through my friends, Slade and Samantha. He works for Slade’s dad’s law firm as a defense attorney. He is a good lawyer and has the money to go along with it for someone so young. He also likes the most expensive things in life. I, however, am not that way.

  My parents aren’t poor, by any means, but we didn’t go out and spend hundreds of dollars on a dinner that included the most expensive bottle of wine the restaurant could provide. My family doesn’t even drink. Well, besides me.

  He raises his hand for the waiter, who comes running from the darkened corner.

  “Yes Mr. O’Hare?” the waiter asks kindly. They all know him here. His father is the mayor of this town, so even though Braxton has made a name for himself, he was still known before he became an accomplished defense attorney.

  Braxton leans over and grabs my plate. He lifts it to the waiter and speaks. “My date would like this to-go. Can you wrap it up and keep it in the back until we are ready? And also, another glass of wine? Please.”

  I try to hide the cringe when he says date. We’re not dating anymore. We tried in the past but it just didn’t wor
k out. Braxton is a great guy. He’s sweet and kind. Successful. Very affectionate. He always tells me how pretty I am and how much he adores me, but it means nothing. He’s not the one I love. Believe me, I tried.

  I gaze at his dark hair, long enough for him to comb back, his three-piece suit, and an expensive watch so big that it takes up his entire wrist. He’s just not the one for me. He’s not the one who I’ve had a taste of and still want. Even if said person did break my heart.

  Tate destroyed me, and that day still haunts me. The day my world was ripped from me and left me with nothing but bad memories and heartache. Braxton was there. He wasn’t the one I wanted—but he was the only one there for me. He took care of me.

  I owed him something for that. I owed him a chance, and that chance just didn’t work out. But, thankfully, we remain friends.

  The waiter returns with my glass of wine. I thank him before bringing the rim of the wine glass to my lips. I take a small sip and relax when I swallow the cold, light liquid.

  “So how are things going up at the bakery?” Braxton asks as he dabs the corner of his mouth with his napkin.

  I set my glass of wine on the table before I answer. “Really well,” is all I say. Slade bought Sam that bakery for her wedding present. She had always dreamed of opening a bakery with her mom. But after her mom passed away, Slade felt that it was his responsibility to encourage his wife to live on with her dream.

  He tilts his head to the side, and his brows crinkle in confusion. “What about school? You haven’t mentioned it. How’s it going?”

  School? I try to avoid this topic. It was just another area in my life that proved I was a failure. That my weakness won in the end.

  The truth is I quit school. It was really the only thing I had going in my life. I was going to be an RN and make something of myself. When my world crashed as a result of my one night with Tate in Vegas, I quit. I couldn’t do it. For weeks I spent all of my time locked away in Braxton’s house—fading away bit by bit.