“Just remember what we agreed.” I nod.
“Yeah, whatever.” He grunts before rushing to my bedroom.
I open the door and take Olivia in. That deliciously tight dress makes my mouth water immediately. Her wide eyes take in the house, not even seeing me.
Her blonde hair waves just over her shoulders; her blue eyes are so excited. Her hips sway as she walks in and her dress drags up her thighs, nearly showing her ass. She bites her lip and I can barely restrain myself from wrapping around her. I shut the door and nod.
“I don’t think you’ve ever seen the main house.”
She spins quickly and gasps, pressing a hand to her chest. “Stephen! God, you startled me. Sorry, I didn’t see you there. I didn’t think you’d be here.” Her eyes flick around the house and I see the unspoken question. Then she exhales and looks me over as she shivers and tries to collect herself. “Your new house is beautiful.”
“Thank you.” I let her stew in silence, watching her take a step closer to me. At least I know that my feelings aren’t unrequited. “I know this is weird, but I was kinda hoping to see you. Especially after last night.”
She gives me a look that sends hunger soaring through me. I slide my arms around her and kiss her slowly, savoring her mouth. Her body melts against me, her hands sliding up my chest as she kisses me back. Her legs shake and she gives a breathy moan as her lips part to welcome me in.
I draw back, forcing myself to remember my brother upstairs. “Get upstairs. Now,” I tell her in the tone she can’t resist.
Olivia obeys willingly, I grin as I follow. This is going to be fun.
Chase
There are too many emotions in me today. The girl of my dreams is also the girl of my big brother’s dreams. He’s her first fucking love and there’s nothing I can do. I can’t blame her. I mean, I’ve been a man-whore for most of my life, so I guess it’s karma. And not the stripper named Karma that I had a long weekend layover with.
Stephen’s idea is fucking insane. Not that I haven’t allowed it to continue. Which is why I’m sitting on his bed, trying to balance the fury and the hope that this would go well. Not to mention the excitement that I get to see Syl…Olivia again so soon.
I rub my forehead as I hear them talking in the hallway. I better settle on a fucking emotion and plan of action because I’m out of time to think about this anymore. I scrub my hands over my face, then put my hair in place.
The door opens and there’s Olivia, her lips puffy, her eyes suddenly panicked. I can practically see her preparing to run. She goes pale and then looks between us with horror. Stephen puts his hands on her shoulders, fingers digging in so she can’t run. She swallows hard.
“Now, we can be open about everything.” Stephen’s tone is firm, but not sharp. Commanding without being dick-ish.
“Stephen. Chase. I-I-I don’t know what to say.” Guilt rolls off her in waves.
Instead of being satisfied with the horror and pain across her face, it makes me want to comfort her. But I know my part and I have to wait, even if I’m itching to wrap her up in a hug.
And now that I have a chance to keep this girl, even in a weird way, I know that I’m going to take it.
“Chase and I have come to an…understanding,” Stephen says gently.
I sigh and nod. “I’ve come to realize that I need you. So does Stephen. You’ve made me feel more than I thought I could.”
“But I… You should be mad.”
“You know I’ve always loved you.” Stephen keeps massaging her shoulders. “I can’t live without you now that Chase has brought you back here. I’m going insane thinking about you. I have to have you. I need you, Liv.”
She looks between us nervously, like she’s trying to put the puzzle pieces together. She swallows and shivers as my hand brushes her side. “What’s… going on?”
“Want to enlighten her?” I practically sneer.
Stephen’s eyes spear me. “If you have a problem, leave. Now. Or we can share, like we agreed.”
I look Olivia over. I think about the last few weeks and I know that I’m not going to be able to leave her alone. She’s one of a kind and she makes me stupid—stupid enough to agree to this. I motion for Stephen to continue.
“I know you’re with Chase and you don’t want to betray him. But you can’t deny what we have.” Stephen slides his hand over her tit, cupping and pinching her nipple until she whimpers. “So, you and Chase can be the decoy. For your father.”
I hate to be the “decoy,” but I can’t argue. I stand and walk to her, smiling gently. She swallows hard. “And you’re okay with this, Chase?”
“I’m going to let him continue to have you.” Stephen’s voice is back to unyielding. “And spend time with you. That’s plenty in reward for him to be okay with.”