“I took his rejection with grace,” she said sweetly.
I snorted. “That’s what you call your little tantrum?”
She ignored me. “Since Dichotomy’s not the only kink club in town, I figured I had options. So, a couple of my friends decided we’d go check out one of the others.” Her dark eyes shot my way. “I’ve been blacklisted, Zeke! From at least three clubs.”
I narrowed my eyes. “I told you to stay away from the clubs, Jamie.”
“Yeah. I heard you. Then I realized something.”
I waited for her to continue, knowing I wasn’t going to like it.
“I’m twenty-four years old. I live on my own. I’m actually an adult, adult-ing all day, every day. So, it’s my right to do whatever I want to do.”
“You have no idea what goes on in these clubs, Jamie.”
“Actually…” Her gaze bounced from face to face before landing on me. “I kinda do. More so now that I’ve seen your new toys in action.”
The cowboy dropped his fork and picked up his orange juice. I watched him closely.
“In action?” I asked, my gaze darting between the three of them.
“Let’s just say, I don’t think they were expecting company this morning,” Jamie said with a grin. “They had to make a mad dash to get clothes when I walked in.”
Oh, hell.
My stomach churned, my breakfast threatening to come back up. I reached for my coffee and downed it in one gulp, relishing the burn. When it was empty, I pushed to my feet and stomped into the kitchen.
“Case, how old were you when you went to your first kink club?” Jamie asked.
The pretty boy’s eyes shot over to me and I frowned. I already knew the answer to that. As much as I wanted him to keep that to himself, I wasn’t the sort who lied to my sister. Nor did I condone anyone else doing it. I offered a nod as I carried my mug back to the table.
“I was … uh … twenty-two.”
Jamie’s eyes flew back to me. “Twenty-two, Zeke. Did you hear that? He was twenty-two. That’s—”
“Two years younger than you,” I filled in. “Yeah. I get it, Jamie.”
“If you don’t mind me asking…” the cowboy interjected. He appeared to have composed himself. “What is it about a kink club that interests you?”
That was a damn good question.
All three of us turned our attention to my sister, eager to hear whatever nonsense would come out of her next.
*
Brax
(The cowboy)
JAMIE LAUTNER WAS ADORABLE.
Six feet of willowy brunette with a quick smile and a sassy side that had kept Case and me laughing for the past two hours since she’d arrived. Admittedly, I’d been shocked when she glided through the front door as though she owned the place.
Unfortunately, Case and I had been naked. Admittedly, it had been my idea. I figured it would be an interesting way to greet Zeke when he woke up.
Lesson learned.
The minute she appeared in the doorway, I had raced up the stairs with Case right on my heels. We quickly pulled on clothes while I tried to battle back the intense blush that had infused my entire fucking body. We returned a few minutes later to find she was still there, a brilliant smile on her face.
When she introduced herself as Zeke’s sister, I had instantly noticed the resemblance. It was slight, but still there. Granted, there were some significant differences.
Such as Zeke was one hundred percent pure alpha male while Jamie had gotten all the softness in the Lautner line. And while Zeke wasn’t big on chatting, Jamie did not have the same problem. She had pelted us with questions, curious as to how we knew Zeke and exactly why we were in his house—naked—gearing up to prepare him breakfast.
While I had wanted to wait until Zeke came down to share any details, Case had been far too willing to tell her why we were there, including the fact that Zeke referred to us as his toys. Thank God the guy had opted to leave out the term fuck from that description. I figured there was only so much a little sister needed to know.
Now, as the four of us sat at Zeke’s kitchen table, I’d lost sight of the sassy girl I’d gotten to know this morning. In her place was a woman who had a beef with her brother about going to a kink club. I wasn’t sure what prompted me to ask her such a personal question, but I was rather curious.
“I don’t know,” she admitted, her cheeks turning a rosy pink.
God had been good to the Lautner clan when it came to looks. More so when he had created Jamie, because aside from having the same smile and dark eyebrows, she didn’t look anything like her giant brother. Sure, Zeke was appealing in his own right, but he wasn’t exactly handsome. Jamie, on the other hand, would catch all sorts of attention when she walked down the street. And that sweet innocence she projected only enhanced her beauty.
