Page 46 of Their Ruthless Sadist

I glanced over at the clock on the nightstand.

“Fuck,” I grumbled. It was already eleven o’clock. Granted, it had been a late night—I hadn’t closed my eyes until right around three—but it wasn’t like me to sleep late, regardless.

So, maybe the cowboy was making lunch instead.

With the curtains pulled back, the sun shone in, the golden rays bouncing off the water of the lake a few yards below. I had bought the house for the view alone. It settled something inside me. I spent plenty of time out on the deck or in the yard simply admiring the view.

My stomach growled, a direct response to the scent of bacon wafting up the stairs. Having enjoyed the cowboy’s cooking last night, I was curious as to what he would come up with this morning. While beef stroganoff wouldn’t have been my first choice, I certainly couldn’t complain.

Swinging my legs over the bed, I stretched before heading into the bathroom to take a piss. My eyes fixed on the shower, the memory of the pretty boy on his knees. That fuck toy gave a phenomenal blow job, that was for damn sure. I’d fully intended to take my pleasure from both of them, but when I’d noticed the cowboy could hardly keep his eyes open during the meal, I’d decided to wait.

After all, I didn’t want them to be bored today.

I finished up in the bathroom, pulled on a pair of jeans, then headed downstairs. My feet stopped on the bottom step when I noticed I had unexpected company.

“Morning, Zeke,” Jamie said cheerfully, a wide smile on her face. “You sure slept late.”

I glanced over at the cowboy, who was standing at the island cooktop, dutifully preparing what appeared to be breakfast. The pretty boy was setting the table. Everything appeared normal. Too normal. I wasn’t used to having this many people in my house. I didn’t bring fuck toys back here for a reason. I didn’t care for them to interact with my sister, but those were things I’d considered before I propositioned these two.

Part of me was glad I hadn’t ordered them to walk around naked. That had been my intention. I would have to figure out something if my baby sister planned on dropping in unannounced.

“What’s up?” I asked her, accepting her hug when she danced over to me.

She took one step back, then reached out … and pinched my fucking nipple.

“Oww. What the hell was that for?”

Jamie’s stern gaze met mine, the smile long gone.

Fuck.

“We have to talk,” she demanded.

Great.

“Can we do it while we eat, ’cause I’m starving?”

She pivoted toward the kitchen. “It looks like you’ve brought your toys home with you.”

I glared at her. How the fuck would she know that? Had they said something? Did my kid sister know the details of my lifestyle? Or was she fishing? Hoping to get a rise out of me?

Deciding to ignore her, I put my hand on her back and steered her toward the breakfast nook. I didn’t have a formal dining room because I’d had the space redesigned. There was one table where I consumed all my meals. No place for fancy get-togethers. I didn’t need that shit. I was a simple man with simple tastes.

“Breakfast is ready,” the cowboy announced.

“We really are gonna talk, big brother,” Jamie hissed. “I’m mad at you.”

“I figured that out already. Now sit.”

“You want to do this in front of your guests?” she asked, her words lacking the usual chipper tone.

“Sure,” I told her, motioning toward the table. “Why not?”

The cowboy’s eyes swung over to me, and I could see the concern there. God only knew how long Jamie had been here or how much she’d been pestering them this morning.

“Don’t say I didn’t warn you,” she said as she spun around and headed in the direction she had come from. “Here, Brax. Let me help with that.”

She was on a first-name basis with him? When did that happen?