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“You love him,” he murmured, caressing my jaw with his fingers.

I laughed. “He’s Jackson. I don’t trust him, and everything I said was true, and I don’t want him around you, but he’s my little brother.”

“Then, he can stay.” Quin pushed up on tiptoe and kissed my cheek. “We’ll make it work.”

“No,” I argued immediately. “He needs to go. Topher will come looking for him, and he’ll target you if he thinks we’re getting in the way of him finding Jackson. Topher wants revenge. He’s out a lot of cash.”

“Who is he?”

I shook my head. “I’ll tell you everything, but we need to go get cleaned up.”

Royal cleared his throat, and my attention shot to him. I’d completely forgotten he was still standing near the couch. “May I make a suggestion, Boss?”

I waved my hand. “Go ahead.”

“He can stay with me.” Royal crossed his arms over his wide chest, and the grin stretching across his mouth had me curious. There was a wickedness in his expression, and Royal never came up with a bad idea. “He’ll be safe from this Topher guy, and I can teach him a few lessons about respect.”

“Teach him?” Quin’s nose scrunched. “Hurting him won’t help.”

Royal chuckled. “There’s more ways to teach someone than hurting them, Quinny.”

It’d become a thing to call Quin that. Derek had given Quin the nickname and now Royal used it, too, and I accepted it because both men adored my wife. I had no doubt that they’d protect him.

“He’s manipulative, cold, and knows how to charm people to get what he wants.” I cocked my head toward Royal. “Think you can handle him and keep him at your place? Give him the chance, and he’ll flee. You have to keep your wits sharp at all times.”

Royal winked. “I know a thing or two about keeping the boys around.”

I scratched my cheek, and the stickiness of my brother’s blood buried itself under my fingernails. Sighing, I stared downat the deep red liquid splattered across my tattooed skin. I’d never cared about a little gore, but this came from Jackson. “Let me think about it.”

Royal nodded and stood straighter. “Yes, sir. Should I leave?”

“Yeah.” I grabbed his elbow before he could make it past me. “Do some digging into Topher Harris from Harris Financial. I want to know everything about him and what he’s been up to over the last ten years. Everything. Get the guys on it.”

Royal tilted his head. “Yes, sir.” He sent a smile toward Quin before he walked past us, out of the living room, then out of the house. The headlights from his car cast odd shadows in the living room through the curtains as he left the driveway.

Quin brushed his palm over my chest and frowned at the red splattered shirt I had on. “Come on, Husband, let me help you shower and clean up, okay? Then, you can tell me everything.”

I hummed in acknowledgement and grasped his face between my hands, kissing him hard on the mouth, uncaring of the cream that would get on me. He was everything to me, and I’d die before I let anyone hurt him, especially Topher. I’d make sure he was buried six feet under before he could come anywhere near Quin.

Orhell, near Jackson, too.

10

QUIN

“Oh, fuck yes,” Matt growled as I rocked my hips. He was lodged deep in my ass, hitting all the best spots. Licking my lips, I leaned forward and clutched his shoulders to ground myself. He slid his hands up my thighs and bunched the silky pink negligee around my waist. I let my head fall back as he began to caress my cock without gripping it.

“Faster, Baby Girl,” he whispered.

We were being quiet for some reason. Last night had been awful, and as I caught sight of Matt’s bruised knuckles, I couldn’t help but remember how powerful he’d looked while he was laying out his brother with his fists.

Was it good?

Absolutely not.

Was Matt sexy beyond belief when he was raging? Well, in the thick of things I’d been scared, but with some time and distance, all I could think about was the way he’d snarled and how his muscles had strained and flexed. I ran my hands down his thick biceps and held on tight as I rocked faster, chasing my orgasm.

“Matt, I need you.” I leaned down to kiss him, and he teased his tongue against mine. Fingers tickled my cock, then a tight grip had me moaning as he jerked me off while I pursued what I needed by squeezing my hole around him. The blankets were soft against my feet, and his muscles were powerful as I leaned more of my weight against him. The dragons tattooed on his chest called to me and I traced them with my fingertips. I felt a bit lightheaded because I knew if he wanted to do it, he could stand up, probably without ever sliding out of me, and fuck me anywhere around the room.

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