Page 18 of Wicked Games

He smirks. “Are you about to clutch your pearls? Seems a bit hypocritical since you sleep in those.” He eyes my boxer briefs.

“Just shocked an uptight prude like you doesn’t wear footie pajamas to bed.” It feels wrong to go back to insulting each other and being dicks just because, but I’m too fucked up and too tired to process this weird new energy between us.

His smirk falls, but he doesn’t shut down and let his mask slip into place. “Even uptight prudes like to freeball from time to time.”

“Do you need something for the pain?” I inject as much boredom as I can into my voice. I need to end this conversation before my thoughts get any weirder.

He shakes his head.

“Don’t even think about croaking overnight,” I say over my shoulder as I head back to my side of the room. “I’ll kill you if you die on my watch,” I add, just to be a dick.

He laughs, the sound throaty and a bit musical. “Noted.”

I make the mistake of looking at him as I climb into bed and catch an eyeful of his bare chest and long, lean torso as he pushes his basketball shorts down over his hips with a grimace.

My eyes are glued to his dick as the silky shorts flutter to the floor.

He’s soft, his shaft hanging over his balls the same as every other dick I’ve seen, but for some reason, I can’t tear my eyes from it as he kicks off the shorts and scrubs his hand through his messy hair.

Without sparing my side of the room a glance, he pulls the blankets down and gives me a view of his ass as he leans over and smooths his hand over what I assume is a wrinkle in his sheets.

More of that weird excitement fills me, mixing with a strange sense of possession. I don’t want him, not like that, but I can’t help thinking that he’s showing me everything on purpose. That he’s letting me see all of what’s mine.

A vision of his perfect ass covered in spunk is what finally shakes me loose from my staring contest with his backside.

What the fuck?

Feeling more off balance than I have in a long time, I snap off the light.

I just need to sleep off the drugs and booze, and I’ll go back to my regularly scheduled programming of hating my stepbrother and not thinking about any part of him covered in my cum.

6

KILLIAN

“I’m not seeing anything.”Jax looks up from his tablet. “The logs are clean. Too clean,” he adds. “The only swipes to get into the basement or the pool last night are Felix’s.”

“Yeah, I saw that too.” I lean back against the fancy settee in the twins’ room. “Where are we on the camera footage?”

“Just waiting for Axel to send the override code.” Jace pulls his butterfly knife out of his pocket and flips it around in a move that would make a serial killer nervous. “Shouldn’t be too long.”

“Do you think he’s lying?” Jax asks.

I shake my head. “I doubt it. His head injury is real, and you didn’t hear him hacking last night. I thought he was going to cough up a lung. Fucker had me Googling secondary drowning at five in the morning because I thought he was gonna croak.”

“Got it.” Jace snaps his blade closed and tucks it into his pocket.

I wait as he taps on the screen of his tablet, using the code he was sent to bypass the security locks on the CCTV system of the house.

“You should have access now too.” Jace doesn’t look up from his screen.

“Keep checking the logs. Go back a week,” I tell Jax as I open the link Jace sent me on my own tablet. “See if anything jumps out at you.”

Jace might be a brilliant strategist and hacker, but Jax’s pattern recognition skills and equally impressive talent for solving puzzles are unmatched. If anyone can figure out what the fuck is going on, it’s them.

Jax nods, and the three of us focus on our screens.

According to the key logs, Felix swiped his card to enter the basement five minutes before midnight. Instead of going straight to those recordings, I open the camera in the hallway outside my room. I’ll get a better feel for what went down if I track Felix’s movements from the time he left our room.

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