Page 62 of Daddies' Little Troublemaker

Seeing Evelyn fall was the worst.

But now that her friends are gone and Caleb brought her inside to relax on the couch in the living room, there’s something else niggling at my brain—a comment one of her friends made.

Not “Doctor McScowl” and how I was looking at her, although I’m a little distressed that they were picking up on my feelings for Evelyn.

No, I’m more concerned with “Chloe can have Troy.”

I met that guy named Troy. I thought he was a dumbass. And I got a vibe out of how he talked about Evelyn, how he asked if Caleb was her boyfriend. Which leads me to believe that Troy is her ex.

And the friend said Chloe can have him? Does that mean what I think it means—is Chloe dating Evelyn’s ex?

I take a shower to wipe off the sweat of the day and throw on some lounge pants before returning to the living room.

Evelyn’s still wearing her bikini. Her head is thrown back, her eyes closed. Pleasure twists her features. I don’t see Caleb anywhere…until I come around the side of the couch.

He’s kneeling on the floor, his face between her legs.

Because of course he’s eating her out.

Her bikini bottom is pushed to the side as he licks and fingers her.

Watching Evelyn come on his face is something I really, really shouldn’t do. But fuck, the sight of it is a fragile, messy beauty and I can’t look away.

She grips his hair and moans with tiny, whimpering sounds that have my dick impossibly hard. I’m frozen in place, every muscle rigid. I want to join, but I don’t dare—not after last time, not until we figure out a way to tell Mark.

The thought of my stepbrother is enough to act as a splash of cold water over my heated skin, and I spin around before marching back to the kitchen. I lean over and brace myself against the counter, closing my eyes, trying to breathe.

I told her if we were in, we were all in. That we would tell Mark, that there would be no secrets. What I didn’t take into consideration is the fact that it would never work out.

But I’m so fucking desperate for her…and I don’t think I could give her up. It could never work, but I’m tantalized with the impossible idea of what if.

Several minutes pass. I’m not sure how many, but my hands grow numb from gripping the counter so hard.

“James, what are you doing?” Caleb asks.

“I don’t know, Swann, what are you doing?”

“I’m getting a paper towel damp to help clean up the mess I made.” He grins.

I don’t even need to ask; I know what mess he’s talking about. But I’m not in the mood to get distracted by it. I’d gone searching for him for a reason—Evelyn, too.

“Hey, I just figured something out, I think,” I say.

Evelyn walks into the kitchen, her sheer cover-up doing nothing to conceal her bikini-clad body. Her face and neck are flushed, her blond hair in disarray. When she sees me, she flushes darker. “Oh. Um, hi. I thought you were in the shower.”

“I was. Got out a few minutes ago.”

She wants to know how long ago, whether I saw anything happening in the living room. I’m not going to indulge her.

“I heard something interesting when your friends were here,” I say, deciding to cut right to it. “It sounded like Chloe and Troy are together—and Troy is your ex?”

The way she reacts, as if I’ve slapped her, makes me immediately regret the question.

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DRESSES AND DYSFUNCTION

Evelyn

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