Page 54 of Sin for You

I shoved my fingers through my hair. “How am I going to explain being here?”

She turned to me, eyes a little wild. “You go downstairs and put on coffee. I’ll make myself look less…” She glanced down at herself.

Like she’d spent all night being fucked by a horny giant?

Her eyes met mine and her cheeks turned pink. “When they get here, we’ll just say I called for a lift, that my car broke down, and since I didn’t know when Mase would be home, I asked you.”

I dipped my chin. Seemed reasonable. Still, I wasn’t sure how I was going to look Mase in the eyes and not feel like a big piece of traitorous shit.

She gave me a little shove. “Go make the coffee. I’ll be down in a minute.”

I pounded down the stairs and had just started the coffee machine when the front door opened, followed by the sound of boots in the hall.

Act normal. “Down here,” I called.

Mason, looking like he’d been driven over by a snowplow, walked in and slumped in one of the kitchen chairs, with Dane behind him looking…shit, smug.

His gaze slid to me. “You’re here early,” he said, a glint in his eyes that said he knew exactly when I got here and what I’d been doing all night.

“I asked him to give me a ride,” Quinn said, walking into the kitchen. “My car broke down last night. Bull’s going to take me to pick it up.” She gave her brother a playful shove and he groaned. “Since I didn’t know when you’d be home.”

Mason had his head in his hands, not really paying us any attention. Good thing, too, because Quinn looked…yeah, shit, she looked beautiful. Lips full and puffy from my kissing her nonstop, cheeks rosy, eyes bright. She looked like a woman who’d been fucked repeatedly and well.

It was a struggle not to puff out my damned chest, and if it wasn’t for Dane’s smirk turning into a full-blown grin when his gaze slid to her then back to me, I would have.

The coffee finished brewing and I filled a mug and slid it over to Mason.

He looked up at me, squinting. “Cheers.” He stumbled to his feet, still half drunk, and took the mug with him. “I’m heading up to bed.” He saluted us with his drink and headed down the hall. There was a bump and a curse a moment later.

“I’ll help him up,” Dane said and strode out of the kitchen.

Quinn slumped against the counter. “Do you think Mason suspected anything?”

“I don’t think Mason knows what day of the week it is.” I poured her a drink and handed it over. “Christ, you look beautiful,” I said, unable to stop myself.

Her face colored, and if it hadn’t been for the sound of Dane heading back down I would have kissed her again.

My younger cousin walked in, threw his arm around Quinn’s shoulders, took her coffee from her, downed a big gulp, and handed it back. He winked at me and pointed to the ceiling, to the guest room above. “He’ll be out all day. We had a bit of a party at my place last night.”

Quinn paled. “Did he mention Janie to you?”

“He mentioned Janie to everyone. Talking about your ex to every woman in hearing distance is a surefire way not to get laid.”

“Getting laid is the last thing he needs right now,” Quinn said.

Dane took another drink of her coffee and released her. “I don’t know, looks like it’s done wonders for the pair of you.”

“Dane,” I growled.

He lifted his hands. “No one’s going to hear it from me.”

I shoved my fingers through my hair. “There’s nothing to hear,” I lied. “And if you tell anyone otherwise—”

Dane laughed humorlessly. “You honestly think I’d say shit about you…about Quinn?” Something passed through Dane’s eyes, the glint vanishing completely. He almost looked hurt.

Fuck. “No, of course not.”

But honestly, sometimes I didn’t know what he’d do. Dane had been getting into trouble a lot more lately. Picking fights and getting drunk wasn’t new, but it was happening more often.