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“It wasn’t easy growing up in this house after everything with Izzy; I know I’ve been sheltered a bit more. Mariela acts out and Carmen loses herself in studies, but I’m the baby, so it’s likehaving five parents instead of just one.” She shrugs a shoulder, accepting her lot in life.

But my mind hangs on another detail . . .

“Who’s Izzy?”

Solana plays with a stray thread on her jeans. “Our sister.”

Dipping my head to get closer, I lower my voice. “What happened to her?”

Solana finally returns her eyes to me and answers, “She died.”

CHAPTER 8

RIO

After we left my childhood home, I was able to breathe a bit easier. Gabriel wouldn’t dare lay a finger on Spencer, not after I’ve made it clear that she’s ours—not just mine and Zane’s. She’s Asher’s too, even if he won’t admit it yet.

Once we got back to our brownstone, Spencer wouldn’t make eye contact with me and went straight to Zane’s room. The lock clicked into place after she shut the door.

We decided to forego the handcuffs since she seemed to finally be on board with being ours after our bathroom activity.

She looked like she was processing everything that was said, and I should give her space to do so. But that was over twelve hours ago. Zane and Asher both left for work, and locks were meant to be picked . . . right?

If Zane would just give me a key to his room, I wouldn’t have to do this song and dance.

Setting aside my lock pick set, I open the door and make my way into the room on quiet feet. I find Spencer peering into the closet and scanning through her new wardrobe, getting ready for the day. My eyes go straight to her ass that’s in a new pair ofpanties, seeing as I took the thong she was wearing yesterday. Lace traces the curves of her cheeks, and I feel myself grow hard.

As my gaze wanders upward, I’m met with silky smooth skin.

No shirt. No bra.

Is this heaven?

When Spencer finally feels my eyes on her, she turns and lets out a yelp, jumping backward into the closet and covering her beautiful tits with her arm.

“How the hell did you get in here?”

Widening my eyes, I point to the door.

“I swear I locked it . . .” Her voice trails off.

My only answer is to shrug my shoulders and drink in all of her skin on display for my viewing pleasure. The way her waist flares out to her perfect hips, the way her breasts are pressed against her arm.

What I wouldn’t give to have them in my face again like they were yesterday.

I should feel ashamed for doing what we did in the bathroom of my childhood home, but remorse is not a feeling I’m familiar with. When you do and say what you mean, you have no regrets.

Spencer’s cheeks turn a beautiful shade of pink as she notices the bulge in my jeans. Her lips flatten. “You could look away.”

Raising a brow, I cross my arms and lean back. With a smirk, I reply, “So could you,” and gesture to my dick.

“I’m the one that’s barely dressed!”

I came in here to check on her and get her to talk to me, but those plans flew out the window when I got a look at that delectable ass.

“I could get undressed if you want.” Prowling towards her, I continue. “I could drop to my knees right here and drag those panties down your sexy legs with my teeth, then worship you the way I’ve dreamed of for weeks.”

Her breaths become short and more frequent, causing her tits to stick out more around her arm in a way that would make any man weak in the knees.

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