Page 169 of Collect the Pieces

“Godfuckingdammit.” I pick it up.

Z: call me now.

“Why is he being such a cockblocker?” I whine.

Margot giggles.

“You think that’s funny, huh?” I shove my hand down her pants and encounter nothing but skin. “No underwear, dirty girl?”

She lets out a sharp breath of surprise as I drag my fingers through her wetness.

“Not laughing now, are you?” I stop and roll one finger around her clit.

“No,” she gasps and rocks her hips against my hand.

“Good girl. Keep doing that while I call him back.”

“What? No. I can’t do that.” Her mouth protests but her body keeps moving.

“Yes, you can.” One-handed, I hit Z’s number.

“Jigsaw,” Z answers in a tight voice.

Maybe it’s because all the blood from my brain has relocated to my cock, but I steamroll over the warning in his tone. “This isn’t the best time. What’d you need?”

“Where you at?”

This time, his tone penetrates through my lustful fog.

“Margot’s. Why?” Shit, is the clubhouse getting raided by the cops again? I slip my hand out of Margot’s pants and motion for her to hang on.

Pressing her hands on the arms of the chair, she carefully extracts herself from my lap.

“I need you to come down to Crystal Ball,” Z says.

There isno wayI’m leaving my girlfriend unsatisfied so I can go babysit a bunch of strippers tonight. Absolutely the fuck not. “Crystal Ball? Why?”

Z hesitates. Just for a second. But it’s enough.

Something is seriously fucked.

“Because I’ve got a kid here who came in asking for you.”

Kid? Lead settles in my gut.Don’t like the sound of that.As a late bloomer with the ladies, I haven’t been fucking long enough to have a son old enough to walk into Crystal Ball without a fake id. “What kid? Who?”

Z’s exhale is heavy, like he’s bracing for my reaction. “Says his name is Cain Killgore. And he’s your brother.”

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