Page 62 of Unthinkable

“Marlie. Come over here!” Fen shouts, and Marlie rolls her eyes.

“Great. Your brother killed our bonding moment.” Marlie giggles and pulls away from Fern, then struts over to Fen.

“I really like her,” I tell Fern.

“Me too.” She grins back at me.

Fen strides over to us, with Marlie holding his hand. “Shall we go check out the sex club?” His eyebrows dance, and a wave of uncertainty zips up my spine.

Is this a good idea?

What if I see Jensen is there?

Fern nudges me with her shoulder. “Are you in?”

I swallow back the trepidation gathering in my throat and hold up my drink. “Hell yeah!”

JENSEN

“What the hell do you mean, they’ve gone into The Basement?” I bite out as Zane remains focused on the road ahead. His hands grip the steering wheel so tight, his knuckles are turning white, and he grinds his teeth.

“Ask your fucking brother!” he snipes out.

I glance over my shoulder at Miko, and he rolls his eyes as he lazes back in the car seat without a care in the world.

What the fuck?

“Have you tried calling them?” I nod toward the phone in Miko’s hand.

His dark eyes slowly rise to meet mine. “You know damn well we make everyone hand their phones in before they enter.”

Zane pushes the car harder, faster.

“Why the fuck don’t you have them removed?” I boom. “Have security take them out of there!”

Miko drops his head back to glare at the roof of the vehicle before he exhales and slowly brings his gaze back down to meet mine.

“Because, as I explained to Zane, they’re not doing anything wrong. They haven’t witnessed a damn thing; they haven’t gone into any of the rooms. In fact, right now, they’re having a drink at the bar.” He waves his phone in my direction, and I snatch it from him. He’s right; they are at the bar. “Besides, they’re not children. The sooner Zane gets that through his thick head, the sooner we can stop wasting time supervising them so much.”

My gaze lingers on Immie. Her tight red dress leaves little to the imagination, and her lips are painted with a matching color. My cock swells, and thoughts of tanning her ass an equally matching color swim to the forefront of my mind. Hell yeah.

“They’re still in fucking school!” Zane declares.

“I don’t want Immie in a sex club without me.” Not only does the thought of Immie around other men make me feel murderous, but what she could be exposed to and mentally unprepared for is at the forefront of my mind.

I discovered her in an auction house, for Christ’s sake, one used for trafficking sex slaves. Any one of the multiple reasons this could affect her mindset, and all I want to do is protect her from the dangers of being exposed to so much so early on in our relationship.

“So, you have stuck your cock in Immie?” Zane side-eyes me before looking back toward the road.

Is my relationship with Immie that obvious?

I scrub a hand over my head as I fidget from side to side.

“Could you not have waited until your divorce is through? It would’ve made things so much easier,” he snaps.

“The fuck does it matter to you?”

“Maybe it’s not you I’m thinking about,” he grits out. “I have a daughter the same age as Immie. Hell, they’re close, Jensen. Do you think I miss their conversations? Immie’s been in love with you since the moment you set eyes on her, and what the hell are you doing? Using her to sink your dick into because your wife is a bitch.”