Page 41 of Sin for You

I bit back all the things I wanted to say, and said, “See you later?”

Her chest rose sharply, and her slender thighs pressed together. “I’d like that.”

Christ, I was hard in an instant.

Thank fuck I had cover tonight ’cause I planned on leaving early. “I’ll swing by when Graham gets here for his shift.”

“Looking forward to it,” she said and vanished back up the stairs.

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Quinn

I took in my reflection in the bathroom mirror and blew out a breath.

The short robe I wore was bright pink and gauzy, so you could kind of see through it. Underneath I wore a matching pink lace bra and panties. I hadn’t forgotten the look on Bull’s face when he saw me in my new T-shirt with the slits in it, the way his nostrils had flared when he saw my pink bra.

And after seeing the concern in his eyes while he spoke to Dane earlier, and the way I knew he worried about his younger cousin, I wanted to soothe Bull, make him feel good, take his mind off whatever had put that shadow in his eyes.

This was what I’d come up with.

Could I really greet Bull at the door like this?

He’s not coming over for a freaking cup of tea. He’s coming over to screw you senseless.

I was not going to chicken out. Nope. While I was still in Rocktown, I planned on making the most of it…of Bull.

I fluffed my hair that I’d left down and went back to my room to make sure everything was perfect. Bed made. Salt lamp on, since Bull wasn’t exactly a scented candles kind of guy. Thermostat just right, since we’d be spending most of the night naked. Laundry no longer scattered around the floor—

There was a knock at the door.

Excited nerves instantly took flight. I wasn’t sure why. I mean, we’d already done stuff, but I guess I’d wanted this for so long, longer than I realized, to be with Logan like this. What kind of lover would he be? After the night we’d spent together, I imagined him to be demanding, most definitely intense.

Bare feet padding on the carpet, I silently rushed down the stairs.

A large shadow loomed behind the glass door, and after drawing in a steadying breath, I pulled it open…

And screamed.

Mase, my older brother, stood there, tall, broad frame filling the doorway, and eyes wide with the horror of seeing his sister in sexy lingerie.

Standing behind him was Bull, looking equally as horrified—for a different reason—even as his hungry brown gaze ate me up from head to toe.

I yanked my robe closed. “What the hell, Mase!”

He stormed in. “What the hell, me? What the hell you. Why are you answering the door like that?”

“I thought you were someone else, obviously,” I said, gaze darting to Bull, my face flushing with heat.

“Who?” His gaze shot to Bull as well. “You didn’t tell me she was seeing anyone.”

“Bull doesn’t know,” I said quickly, and finally got a good look at my brother. He looked terrible. Eyes bloodshot, hair sticking up everywhere, clothes rumpled. “Did you drive here?”

He shoved his fingers through his thick dark hair. “Yeah.”

It was a fifteen-hour drive from Portland and he looked like he hadn’t stopped. You didn’t do that for a quick visit or on a whim, and he hadn’t told me he was coming. I touched his arm. “Jesus, Mase, what’s going on?”

He shook his head, shoving his fingers through his hair again. “Janie left me.”