Page 40 of Cruel Lies

EIGHTEEN

NASH

Knock,knock, knock.

I yanked the pillow from under my head and threw it over my face, muffling the annoying sound of someone knockingon my door at this ungodly fucking hour of—whatever time it was.

Of course, the knocking only got louder, until even the pillow atop my head didn’t drown it out.

"Alright, alright, I’m fucking coming." The pillow flew across the room, a testament to my frustration, as I marched to the fucking door and yanked it open just in time for Rowan to knock again.

Right on my fucking forehead.

I stared up at him blankly, though I could feel the anger building in my veins. "What the fuck could you want from me at—" I looked across the room to my clock, rolling my eyes. "Eleven in the fucking morning? We didn’t even go to sleep until well after six."

The fucker had the nerve to shove his way into the room, closing the door behind himself. Now the two of us were standing here in the dark, nothing but the sound of our breathing a sign of where exactly we were as our eyes adjusted to the darkness.

Well, his eyes. Mine were already adjusted.

I watched him shift from one foot to the other, his habit when he was nervous or something was bothering him. I might not be in charge of the group, but as the eldest brother, I had picked up on a few things.

"Something on your mind, asshole?" I tossed out, waiting for him to deny it or tell me he wasn’t sure about a specific part of the plan?—

"I almost fucked Harper last night."

My jaw fell open, and I stared at his bulky form in the center of my room, unmoving, unable to form a coherent sentencein response.

Never in a million years did I expectthatto be what he led with in a conversation before noon.

"Good for you?" It sounded like a question, and I mentally cursed myself for it. I had no idea really how to approach this. There were quite a few conflicting emotions roiling in my gut at his revelation.

Anger.

Frustration.

Jealousy.

Jealousy? The fuck?

I was not jealous of my fucking brother for almost fucking a woman for the first time in, like, I don't know, years?Sure, he was no virgin, but in the seven years we’d been living together in Port Wylde, I’d never seen him bring home a quick lay, or visit a whorehouse, or even go to a strip club.

I scratched at the side of my face and realized I’d never removed my paint from the night before. There wasn’t time to examine the whys of that, though. I had an unstable, very horny Rowan to deal with.

Apparently.

"Uh, good for you and also bad for you, I guess. But what the hell am I supposed to do about it?" I looked him up and down, scoffing at what I found. "I ain’t got the right parts to solve your blue balls problem, bro. And I’m into a lot of shit, but incest ain’t on that list."

"Shut up, you idiot," he snapped, punching me playfully in the arm. "I sent her to my room to get some sleep, and she curled up on the office couch instead and refused to move when I woke her up."

I was ashamed to admitthatnews made me feel a little better. It looked like Harper was cock-blocking him herself. "Sounds like she’s not as interested now that she’s had a minute to think about it." I shrugged, slowly tromping over to my closet. "Gocomplain to someone who cares, bro. I’m not getting any over here, either, and you don’t see me moping about it."

He shook his head and didn’t argue, just wandered back out of my room. I grinned and flopped back on the fucking bed, determined to finish the very X-rated dream I had been rudely interrupted in the middle of.

Don’t worry, baby, Nash is coming back to give you all the dick you’ll ever need. And we’ll make you pretty while I dick you down, too.

When I wokeup hours later, in a better mood, my dick was unfortunately still rock-hard and very inconvenient to try and stuff into my pants. Usually, I just ignored it and went about my day with a hard-on until it went away, but something about today was different.

I reached for myself, slipping a hand beneath the blankets, my fingers tugging at the band of my boxers to sneak inside and stroke myself. I was rock-solid, and the simple touch sent a shockwave of pleasure through me that had me biting back a moan of relief.

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