LOGINDate = 15 AugustA little later in the day.Place = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueI touch my crotch with a groan.Abstinence from Aria is a crime against nature. Against art. Against manhood.She said we should not have sex before the wedding. She said it was symbolic. Romantic. Something ab
Alejandro shakes his head. “No.”“They’re probably squeezing in a quickie,” Jackson mutters, leaning back like this is all mildly entertaining.I shoot him a look sharp enough to draw blood. And it reminds me that I am absolutely having a conversation with him later.Alejandro lets out a strained la
“You still thinking about her?” I ask quietly.He doesn’t turn. “I don’t know what you mean,” he says.I let that sit between us. Brothers don’t need lies polished.“You went there to forget,” I say.He finishes, hands steady, movements practiced, and absentminded. He exhales slowly, tucking himself
“And look where that got us.” She points to her tummy, and he gets this stupid, proud smile on his stupid face.“Face it, angel, your man is a stud.”“As if it’s so difficult to make a bloody baby,” I grunt, trying to get past my slight nausea.“So you’re saying it’s as easy as riding a bike …” Dami
Date = 15 AugustPlace = San Francisco (Inferno)POV - EnriqueJust then, Mel wobbles up the last step, winded with a red face, with Damion holding her arm.“Sorry, we’re late,” Damion charms, “Your sister takes a while to walk up the stairs.”“She takes a while to walk, period,” Luke sneers. It ear
“You’re right,” River agrees, “but you don’t need to get married to do it. Damion and Mel are not married.”“The baby was an accident.” Luke walks forward with his usual smug, condescending smirk on his face.River rolls her eyes with theatrical flair, nudging at nothing with the toe of her pink boo
“Because if you died … I’ll be the one stuck babysitting a whining Lee for the next hundred years. I’ll end up deaf and wrinkled, pining over a lost childhood.”She spins on her heels and pads down the hallway, not a glance back.Jackson exhales. Not a normal breath — but a sound like the air’s been
“So Lee’s on a boat …” I go back to the beginning, “What boat?” Being an incredibly closed-off prick, one always needs to pull every little detail out of him with frickin tweezers.“Graham’s boat. But it was not docked where it was supposed to be, according to Brian … at his Belvedere home or the St
I close my eyes for a second. That tone — it always drops like a trapdoor when Jackson is holding too much and letting out too little. Just like when we were kids.Silence.I feel my stomach twist. And take a breath, leaning my head against the bedpost, remembering a different silence — years ago —
Murmuring something unintelligible, he slips his fingers under my white, lacy underwear and simultaneously scoops down both bra cups, liberating my tits into his grasp. With an oafish sound of hunger, he bends his head, nibbling one perked nipple, his palms kneading the full curve of my breasts.“Sp







