Page 63 of If You Were Mine
But sometimes I still woke up with the sound of an engine screaming at me. Even though we hadn’t made that exact sound when we’d slammed into the ground. Joshua had been able to get us to a safer speed and distance in the end. He’d saved my life, and I knew it had only been his skill that had let me walk out of there. Or at least, crawl out.
I hadn’t been able to put any weight on my legs, and the smell of my own flesh burning kept me up at night.
And if Joshua hadn’t had that single piece of metal carve its way into his neck, he’d have survived. He’d had fewer burns on his body, and his limbs had all been intact, not broken.
The only true injury on his body had killed him. I’d ended up with far more injuries, far more issues, but I had survived.
And here I was, ready to defile his little sister once again.
“Dorian?”
I blinked myself out of my thoughts and couldn’t help but groan as she walked forward.
She wore long black pants that flowed around her, and a crop top that showed just enough skin it made me want to bend her over that couch just to see exactly what we had together. But I already knew what her pussy tasted like, what her cunt felt like around my cock.
I was going to hell, and I was damn fine with it.
Her hair flowed around her shoulders, her makeup smoky and luscious. We were headed to my clubs for the evening, so I could check in on them, and frankly tell myself that I could do this job of mine. Then in the morning we would have breakfast at Aston’s and then head back up to Cage Lake. It wasn’t as if Harper could take that many days off. She worked her ass off, like I used to. And I was proud of her. The fact that she’d even taken an extra day off just to be with me? It should worry me. And yet it was all I wanted.
“Sorry, just wool-gathering.”
She frowned and slid her hand over my shoulder before cupping my cheek.
“Talk to me. What’s going on in that mind of yours?”
“Don’t worry about me.” I turned to kiss her palm, but she stepped away, scowling.
“No. Don’t do that.”
“Do what?”
“Don’t act as if you’re trying to protect me by keeping your thoughts safe. I want to know what you’re thinking. We spend hours a day together, you brought me to Denver to show me your home and your businesses, we’re sleeping together, I let my friends take care of my dog overnight so we could be together, and you’re not telling me a damn thing. If what we have is just sex, that’s fine. But I need to know ahead of time. We both know that I’m new to this, but just because I’m new doesn’t mean I’m an idiot.”
I cursed under my breath. “I’m not calling you an idiot.”
“Then talk to me. You don’t have to tell me all of your deepest darkest secrets, but I’d like to know something. Anything.”
“I was wondering if I was making a mistake by bringing you here,” I snapped. I could have rightly kicked myself.
Her face paled, but she raised her chin.
“Okay. Are you?”
“I’m not. I know I’m not. It just makes me think of Joshua.”
“And you think he’d disapprove? Even though he was your best friend. I would like to think that my brother and his best friend liked each other because neither one of them were assholes.”
“I am an asshole, Harper Wellesley,” I said dryly.
“You might be an asshole, but you’re not cruel. My brother wouldn’t have wanted to be friends with somebody cruel. Not after my grandparents.”
I cursed again and moved forward, this time cupping her face.
“I know that. And I would love to think that your brother would approve of this. I just hate the fact that I don’t get to ask him.”
Her eyes filled, but she blinked the tears away.
“He always knew I had a crush on you.”
