Page 53 of Moto
Rage flares inside me. “I fucked her the morning after you left.”
That gets his attention. His blue eyes narrow, sharpen.
“I fucked her the night before I left.” That information makes me nearly blow a gasket. “And an hour ago.”
I glare at my brother, exhausting every ounce of control I have to keep from punching him dead in the face.
“You going to tell her?” I seethe. “You going to make her fall in love with you and then break her fucking heart? Because that’s the only future the two of you have.”
Reese breathes heavily. “That’s speculative.”
“No, it’s not. It’s a fact with your lifestyle.”
We stare each other down, blue eyes to blue eyes, but no glowering intimidation tactic is going to change the cold, hard facts. He’ll end up leaving her one way or another.
“Why the fuck do you care?” He lashes out before the realization hits. “You love her.”
I turn away from him. Love may be a strong word. But care? I definitely care. Too bad she’s already made her choice. I now understand the radio silence. And goddamn does it hurt. It fucking stings like a swarm of angry hornets.
I feel sick.
Karma. It’s a motherfuckin’ bitch.
I hear Reese sigh loudly, but I can’t bring myself to look at him. I’m too . . .wounded.
“Do you remember Cassie Hawthorne from high school?”
That gets my undivided attention.
“How could I ever forget?” She was a girl we shared the summer after graduation. Three drunk, young kids exploring their sexually ambitious side. We fucked her the entire summer. Right up until our father died and Reese went pro. I think that was the last real “relationship” he ever had with a woman.
Reese raises his eyebrows communicating his silent thought.
“Are you for real? She’ll never go for it.”
“I think she will. I think that’s what she secretly wants.”
“How could you possibly know that?” I challenge.
“Because what woman would say no?”
It’s official; he’s gone completely insane.
“Your ego defies gravity.”
“How do you think I got her on the back of my bike?” Reese smiles shamelessly. “I didn’t give her an ultimatum and neither should you.”
He’s got me there. He’s been able to beat me to the punch with Kayla in every way.
“So, what? One of us is just supposed to throw her over our shoulder like a caveman and declare her ours?”
“Why not? I want her; you want her. She wants us. Seems like simple math to me.”
I scrutinize my brother.
“Don’t look at me like that. You know this is a win-win for everyone.” He crosses his arms and stares off into the sea of people mingling, drinking, showing off their latest mods, and plain old shooting the shit.
My brother is a supremely complex individual.
