Page 25 of Dirty Little Secret
Dinner seemed to drag on, and the entire time, Jax and Kale capitalized on my sitting between them. They’ve been brushing against me all night, placing their hands on me like they own every inch. I smacked them away without drawing attention, because if anyoneknew what they were doing, shit would well and truly hit the fucking fan.
I’d be a liar if I said I didn’t love the feeling of their hands on me, and I know that I shouldn’t, but I can’t fucking help it.
Once dinner is over, we retire to the living room. I chose the seat furthest from everybody, but Jax and Kale only followed. Mom and Kalvin have disappeared into the kitchen to make coffee, and I’m thinking that maybe I should join them. You could cut the sexual tension in this room with a knife, and if it’s obvious to me, it’ll be obvious to our parents.
When I go to stand, Kale places his hand on my thigh, pinning me to my seat. My head whips to the side to face him, and his knowing expression has my heart pumping loudly in my ears.
He says nothing as he slides his hand up under my skirt again, only this time, he cups my pussy, dripping with need. I launch out of my chair, just as Mom and Kalvin return, and everyone’s attention is on me.
“I need to use the bathroom. Excuse me,” I mutter as I walk across the room and down the hall. I bypass the downstairs bathroom, then climb the stairs to the second level. I need to create as much distance between me and that room as possible.
I slam the door closed, then lock it behind me.
What the fuck was that?
I’ve always been attracted to the three of them, and I’m not an idiot. I know that they’re attracted to me too, but they’ve never acted on it until now. Why?
“Pull it together. They’re just messing with you,” I hiss, staring at my flushed complexion in the mirror. I splash water on my face to cool off and attempt to calm my racing heart. Usually, I act unaffected by them, though they don’tusuallyplay with my pussy at the dinner table, with our parents less than three feet away, either.
They destroyed my panties, they are completely soaked.
I don’t even know how to process what just happened, so I take another minute to gather myself before stepping out of the bathroom. I have every intention of heading straight back downstairs, but as I pass by Kale’s old room, I notice that the door is slightly ajar.
Curiosity gets the better of me, and I’m suddenly moving forward until I’m standing in the doorway. The door creaks as I nudge it open further, and my gaze sweeps the room. It’s exactly like I remember it when we were growing up. Band postersare hung haphazardly on the walls, and I smile because that’s how we first bonded all those years ago. We share the same taste in music, and nostalgia has me walking around, relishing in memory lane, but I spot his duffle bag on the bed with the top unzipped.
I shouldn’t.
Don’t do it, Savannah.
“Fuck it,” I mutter to myself, fingers prying the flap open, then I reel back with a gasp, fury and disbelief crashing through me at what’s sitting on top.
No way.
TWELVE
JACKSON
I’ve always hated being in Kalvin’s presence.
The bastard never passes up the chance to throw shade at the twins or call them useless. He always makes them feel like a complete fucking waste of his money, and because he’s paying for them to go to college, they never hear the end of it.
He’s a piece of shit.
The only reason Kale and Reign even bother attending these bullshit dinners is to spare Savannah from facing him alone. If it were up to them, they would never see their father again, and I wouldn’t blame them for cutting all ties. They figure that if their dad is taking his mood swings out on them, he's leaving her alone, and nothing matters more to them than her.
She’s everything to us, and she always will be.
“Are you failing your classes? Have you decided to grow fucking brains? Or am I wasting my breath, time, and money on your tuition, like everything else?” the fucker asks smugly, as he swirls his whiskey in his hand. He doesn’t even bother to look at them when he speaks, and I clench my glass hard until my knuckles turn white.
I’m surprised that it doesn’t break.
I bite the inside of my cheek to shut my fucking mouth, because I am sick of it. I’ve been watching this shit for years, and because they took me in, I’ve never dared say anything for fear of losing the twins. I’d rather die than let that happen. But each time we sit here, it gets harder and harder for me to stay silent.
“You can cut us off anytime you want, Fath—” Before Kale can finish, Savannah storms into the room like a fucking hurricane. My brows knit in confusion, but before I can question if she is okay, she throws Kale’s duffle bag on the floor at her feet, then takes a seat on the couch opposite us.
Kalvin and Karina begin their usual sermon, criticizing her friend River and suggesting she should associate with a morepolishedgroup,however, their words are completely ignored as her gaze remains fixed on the three of us.
If looks could burn you alive, we’d be nothing more than ash and embers.
