Page 59 of Bound By Them
The memory of what we did in that pool and outside it takes over my brain. Their hands, their mouths. It’s like I’m experiencing it all over again.
I shake my head. “I don’t know—I need to think.”
Edmund’s green eyes glitter. “Sure. Go ahead and think about what we did that night.”
As if I could stop. Flashes of them standing nude in front of the pool, about to jump in, fill my head. I see Edmund’s cock, firm in front of my mouth just before my lips make contact and I can taste him.
“I’m thinking about it, too.” Edmund nudges my chin with his fingertip, tilting my face toward his.
He didn’t shave today. I want to touch his cheeks and chin, see how soft or scratchy his whiskers are.
No. Hands at your sides, Danica. Get it together.
But then Troy takes a step closer. Fucking ferrets on ferris wheels, I’m lost. Done. Cooked. They both smell so good. I tilt my head back like I’m waiting for them to ravish me.
The door opens and both men take a step back, smug looks on their faces.
I flip them off just as my granddad steps out of the room, followed by Edmund’s grandfather, Francis, and a man who I guess is his dad, since he’s a replica of the grandfather, two or three decades younger.
Granddad tilts his head at me, puzzled. “Is everything all right, Danica?”
“Yes, yes.” I clear my throat and smooth my hands down my dress, hoping he can’t see the way I’m shaking. “Did you have a nice, um, talk?”
“We did.” He nods. “We came to a decision, and it’s very important that we have your cooperation.”
I blink. “Of course, Granddad. What do you need?”
“It concerns both you and Edmund, Danica,” Francis says. “Our families need to join together. It will make us stronger, both in business and in force, to keep the Vorsong Circle out of our city.”
Great. This is good news. Why does Granddad stare so hard at me, then? What do they need Edmund and me for? Community outreach? Publicity photos? What do crime families do to strengthen their alliances? I catch Edmund’s eye. He looks just as confused as I feel.
Francis gives me a benign smile. “To that end, our Edmund and the Aseyevs’ Danica will marry.”
