Page 32 of The Bad Brother

Suddenly, all I could think about was her, fingers buried in her own pussy, making herself come in a shower I’ve jerked off in a thousand times and just like that, all I wanted to do was drop to my knees and bury my face in the shadowy cleft I could see plainly through the thin fabric of her robe. Rip it off her before yanking my pants down around my hips so I could nail her to the wallwith my cock. And like most invasive thoughts, once it took root, it’s been nearly impossible to dig out.

I want to fuck Sloane Merrick almost as much as I want to get rid of her.

Which is why, instead of working the bar on a very busy Saturday night, I’m driving around Clearwater in my shitty hatchback, looking for her car. Because I want to catch her in the act. Prove, once and for all, that she’s been sent across the river by my brother to make my life a living hell so I can out her to River and send her packing.

At least that’s what I’m telling myself.

I have a feeling the real reason is a bit more complicated because when I spotted a shiny red compact last night, in the parking lot of the upscale strip joint disguised as agentleman’s club, my stomach dropped to my boots and my vision got a little blurry.

I sat in the parking lot for nearly three hours, ignoring Cade’swhere the fuck are youtexts, while watching the car like a fucking psycho before it’s owner finally came out—a tall blonde with a decent, after-market rack.

Not Sloane.

I started my shitty hatchback and left before the bouncer who walked her to her car spotted me and called the sheriff. The last thing I need is to have to explain to Colt why I’m creeping around a strip club parking lot, stalking women who drive red cars.

Jesus, I’m fucking losing it.

I’ve spent the last four days driving from one end of Clearwater to the other, looking for her but it’s like she walks out the door and just disappears.

About ready to give up, my cell phone rattles in the seatnext to me. Knowing it’s Cade, asking me where the fuck I went, I don’t even bother to look at it. It’s not even nine o’clock and the bar is probably already at capacity.

Go home.

Leave this woman alone.

Stay away from her for the next few months and when her lease is up, send her back across the bridge to your brother.

Plan formed, I start my car and pull into traffic, intent on driving back to the bar and staying there, when a flash of red zips through a yellow in front of me. And just like that, all my plans go out the window.

Sloane.

Making a right hand turn that puts me behind her, I follow at a respectable distance while the shiny red compact in front of me weaves itself deeper and deeper into Clearwater, until we leave behind the busy downtown full of crowded restaurants and shops in favor of the posh residential neighborhoods where I grew up.

It doesn’t take me long to figure out where she’s going.

Clearwater Golf Club

Members Only

Telling myself I just want to see her—confirm it’s her—and then I’ll leave. I make a liar out of myself when I pull into the lot and slam my shitty little hatchback into park so hard she shudders before I jump out and start walking toward the car I’d been following. Watching while its driver parks in the employee lot, I stop short when a kid, no older than nineteen or twenty, jumps outin a crisp white dress shirt, tie, and matching navy-blue vest that is the uniform for the club restaurant’s wait staff.

“Hey, man,” he says, jogging past me like he’s late for his shift. A few seconds later he chirps his alarm like he’s warning me not to try to steal his car.

Jesus fucking Christ.

Standing in the middle of the country club parking lot—a club I was essentially blackballed from when my parents disowned me—I start to laugh because, as it turns out, I’m not losing it.

It’s fuckinglost.

I’ve officially lost my mind over this woman.

A woman who, I’m fairly sure has been sent by my brother to do exactly what she’s doing.

Drive me batshit, banana balls crazy.

And the worst part? I mean the absolute worstfuckingpart of it all? Knowing that changes absolutely nothing.

Istillwant to fuck her.

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