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I was inside her before my next heartbeat.
I have no idea when Abby peaked. All I knew was the violent need to thrust, to invade. To take. Over and over I drove inside her, finding exactly what I’d hoped for: an ocean of pleasure to drown myself in. My spine tingled, my balls drew up, and after an agony of waiting, my come exploded deep. Claiming her. Marking her in the basest way possible.
And finally,finallyallowing the peace I hungered for to fill me.
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Chapter Twelve
“We really have to stop meeting like this,” Eli said as we walked out of the bedroom the next morning.
Abby chuckled. “Better than meeting some other ways.”
True enough. Abby was used to my brothers enough to know they could show up at any time, so she never left any bedroom without full coverage. Today that meant a pair of leggings and one of my T-shirts. Only problem was, seeing her in my clothes just made me want to take them back off.
But we had work to do. Unfortunately.
Remi sat at the kitchen table, glowering into his cup of coffee. No breakfast, I guessed. I seriously had to have a talk with him. Whoever had pissed in his cornflakes needed to die so my brother could get back to his normal self.
The self that made something of a reappearance when Abby wandered toward the coffeepot.
“Don’t do that, Abby. Have a seat,” he said, standing. “I’ll get it.”
Abby gave him a smile and sat at the table. I rolled my eyes before opening the fridge in search of food.
“I’ll do a grocery run today,” Eli said, watching as I pulled a box of waffles from the freezer.
“I’ll start a list,” Abby volunteered.
Was this what it would be like if Abby and I lived together? All of us falling into a pattern, each with their own roles? My brothers and I had been our own self-enclosed unit for so long, but every time Abby was with us, she fit naturally into the mix. No fussing, no friction. Well, except between me and Remi. But having Abby involved gave me a weird sense of déjà vu, one I couldn’t place—I had very few memories of my family’s time before, when a woman had been a part of us, and yet Abby just felt right.
When Abby and I had dug into our waffles, a cup of coffee at each of our elbows, Abby’s with the perfect amount of cream and sugar, just as she liked it—I was beginning to think my brother was doing this for no other reason than to piss me off, really—Eli cleared his throat.
“We need a confab.”
Of course we did. I filled Remi in on what went down yesterday at our former warehouse. We were going to start running low on safe houses at this rate.
“Want to tell us how you found the bastards before they headed our way?” he asked.
Three pairs of eyes turned toward me.
I cleared my throat. “I was out at the mansion.”
Two pairs of eyes dropped to the table.
“The mansion?” Abby asked.
“Where we grew up.” I found myself staring at my plate and forced myself to look up. “The home we lived in with our parents was…ostentatious.”
Abby raised an eyebrow. “So we have more in common than I knew, huh?”
Way more. But that was a discussion for another day. “Turns out the place isn’t empty,” I said instead of answering her question. “Rathlin is definitely involved; I saw him there, along with a small army of mercenaries. They’re on to something big.”
“But why?” Remi asked. “It’s an inheritance. Sure, it’s probably a shitload of money. And granted, they—whoevertheyis—seem to know they aren’t dealing with your ordinary targets. But an army? To get rid of one man?”
“Three men,” I pointed out. “The inheritance will go to any next of kin, so despite the fact that it’s my birthday this seems to hinge on, all of us have to disappear.”
“Still,” Abby said, “Remi is right. Chadwick is rich in his own right. An old-money lawyer like that, who’s been around for decades and only takes high-profile clients? He’s not hurting. Men like that can always pad their bank accounts, but to hire an army? That’s almost more outlay then it’s worth, right?”
