Page 17 of Reckless Seduction
Neither is Seamus.
Not anymore.
My mother’s eyes widen at my outburst. She takes a step back from the table, her mouth open in shock.
“You’re done here, Mother,” I growl. “This doesn’t have anything to do with you. Seamus and I are handling the situation as we see fit. We made a mistake, and we will rectify it. Ourway. That doesn’t mean we are incapable. It makes us human. Sparing her life doesn’t make us weak or soft. It makes us men who know where to draw the line.”
Her face turns a mottled, angry red, lips thinning as her shock morphs into a venomous glare. “How dare you?—”
“Leave, Marianne.” My father glares at her, “Before I lose my temper.”
My mother doesn’t need to be told twice. She scurries away from the table without a second glance. There aren’t many people she is afraid of. My father is one of the few. And rightly so.
“Now…” My father leans forward, his elbows resting on the table as his gaze travels between my twin and me. “You made a mistake, and that’s all right, sons. Let’s discuss how we can rectify it.”
Seamus visibly swallows, his jaw clenching tightly as he struggles to rein in the tumultuous sea of emotions threatening to bubble to the surface.
“I might have an idea.”
SIX
It is warm.
Too warm.
I am faintly aware of the stifling heat pressed against my back. Hot air caresses the skin of my throat, sending tingles of awareness zipping through me. Something heavy is draped over me, holding me tight. It takes a few moments for my groggy brain to process what the hell is going on.
My body is sandwiched between the twins, their body heat surrounding me, creating an inferno.
The more I border on wakefulness, the more the pressure builds behind my eyes, a dull throb spreading through my temples like wildfire. I don’t want to wake. It feels safer to stay trapped in sleep than face the reality that will be smacking me in the face soon.
My inner hussy is primping her hair and putting on her best red lipstick.
My inner bitch, however, is sulking in a corner like a petulant child at how utterly foolish this all is. Jesus, it is like the cast ofInside Outis rolling through my brain.
Maybe I need therapy.
There really shouldn’t be amaybein that statement.
I need therapy.
Lots of it.
What exactly happened? My mind struggles to recall how I ended up here… in bed… between two men who could double as the McManus twins.
Minus the red hair.
I remember breaking down in some shady-ass parking lot, drinking a bottle of whiskey, and then?—
Shit. They killed Jimmy Burlosconi in that alley. They killed him and… images from the previous night crash through my mind like a tidal wave.
“Good girls get rewarded.”
Heat suffuses my cheeks as I think back on how Kiernan made me come like Drew never had. I nearly passed out, but the sulking child in me plans to blame the booze and not the Irish sex god and his magic hand.
Jesus, what have I done?
You rode his hand like a debauched whore looking for her next fix, is what you did.
