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“You lied to me.”
“I never lied.” He grabs my hand and interlaces our fingers.
“Omitting is as bad as lying.” My words are harsh, but my voice sounds weak.
“Not in my book. I needed the time to make you see.”
“See what?” I whisper. Why do I feel so fragile right now?
He pulls me forward until my hips slot between his open legs. “That you’re mine, Michael. And I’m never letting you go,” he slowly declares, his authoritative tone making me gasp.
How can he be so sure?
My lips are so close to his I can feel his warm puffs of breath deliciously hitting mine. But he doesn’t make a move. This time, he’s giving me the choice. But I can’t think clearly with him this close, and I hate to put distance between us.I have no choice.
I close my eyes, order my brain to take a hike, and then kiss him. He opens his lips straight away, letting me suck his tongue and taste him. The dirty sound of our mouths devouring one another and his sexy grunts turn me on like nothing before. I push my body more firmly against his and whimper at the feel of his large hands molding to my butt. My dick is hard and throbbing, and my hole keeps contracting, eager to be filled by Raph’s big cock. Which is currently pressing against my belly.
The loud sound of a car door closing infiltrates my foggy brain. And then a whistle makes me stop dead. I pull back and Raph snarls like a furious wild animal at something behind me.
“When I heard about you, I couldn’t believe it. But eyes don’t lie.”
I turn around and see a tall guy with smooth caramel skin, long dreads, and light hazel eyes filled with wariness and curiosity. He has a piercing on his eyebrow and two hoops on his lower lip, plus several earrings on his ears. He’s wearing a grey sweater and black jeans that wrap like a second skin to his lean body.
“Me?” I ask confused..
The guy smirks. “I’m Uri, one of the foster brothers.” He glances at Raph, his tone teasing. But I’m too distracted by his amazing smile. He could be a model for how beautifully exotic he looks. Maybe he is.
“Michael,” I introduce myself, feeling a bit embarrassed at being caught moaning like a slut.
“I know. You’re quitefamousaround our family.” The wariness is still in his gaze.
“Am I? You make it sound vexatious.”
Raph stands up and lace his fingers through mine. “It isn’t,” he says calmly, but there’s no missing the warning laced in his voice.
Uri only hums, staring at our intertwined hands. One brother can’t stop taunting me, while the other clearly doesn’t like me. There’s three more to go, and I feel my fight-or-flight response already kicking in. I may be odd, but like hell will I run away with my tail between my legs. Nobody intimidates me. Fight it is.
My stomach suddenly growls. “Why do I smell chips and grilled meat in here?” I ask, looking at Raph.
“That would be me.” Uri waves his fingers and, without another word, walks toward a wall covered in tools. Guess he’s one of those red-blooded men.
Raph tugs on my hand until we reach the door on the left side that leads into a wide entrance. “Uri owns a few burger chains,” he says, but I’m only half-hearing him, too distracted by the ostentatious luxury we just stepped into.
The lavish decor, immense square footage—we pass at least three large rooms full of uncomfortable-looking sofas and shiny and priceless furnishings—and extravagant taste in ornaments can’t hide the coldness and pretentiousness of the place. Is this really Meg’s house? I feel so very out of place. Raph grew up in a damn palace.
“I want a tour later,” I’m whispering at him when we enter the dining room. A wall of floor-to-ceiling windows offers a beautiful view of the wild garden and luxuriant foliage of the forest at the back of the house. In front of the windows is a long table set with ceramic plates, silver cutlery, and crystal glasses—and there’s two people sitting at it.
One is Meg. The other is a humongous man wearing a red flannel shirt with a bear logo on his pumped pec—it looks like it might tear at the seams around his huge biceps. And I thought Rami was big. This guy is almost twice his size. The hand stroking his short beard is covered in scars and a few bruises, a clear confirmation that not fucking with him is a very good idea. His black eyes are on me, but I don’t see any trace of the caution Uri showed. Only a deep curiosity, if I were to hazard a guess.
I realize Meg has rounded the table only when I find her in front of me. She wraps me in a tight hug. It’s the first time she’s ever done that. We usually smile or pat each other shoulders; it kind of works. The feeling of her thin body next to mine soothes some of my anxiousness. Raph grips my hand once again as soon as Meg releases me and takes a step closer. It looks like a protective stance, but why would he do it? And why does he look so tense?
Meg is not surprised by our nearness. Seems like she knows about us.
“Michael, I’m so glad you came. I hope you like roast beef. Sofia, our chef, makes the best one.” Do Meg’s eyes look a bit glassy?
“I do. Thank you.” We both sound so stilted.
“Oh, that’s…”
