"Hello," I answer, not even bothering to make my voice sound less bored.
"Parker, hey." My brother sounds nervous, and like the sick prick I am, I'm fucking enjoying it.
"Kade? What's up, man?" I get straight to the point, and my question is followed by a long pause. I clear my throat and roll my eyes again when he doesn't answer. "Something wrong?"
"Nah, everything's fine. Look, I know it's been a long time... and things aren't... you know. But I'd love to have dinner with you tonight."
I think of the bleak day ahead of me with Marissa coming over later in the evening. At least that way, I get to have sex, while a dinner with my twin is not something that would leave me satisfied in the least. In fact, it would only piss me off more, knowing Kade's going home to our stepsister, and I'm not.
"Yeah, I don't—" I start to decline, but his next words make me reconsider.
"June will be there," he says quickly as if he's been keeping this information to himself for too long and is desperate to get it out. I hold my breath nervously, waiting for him to continue, and he does just that. "We had a... long talk. It's been a long time. I've thought it through, and I know you had some problems, and you... you took it out on her. I think I'll bring her around, and she agreed to come to dinner with us."
Time stills for a moment when I think of June. Sweet, now not-so-innocent June. Spoiled by my brother's cock but still ready to be all mine... Waiting for me to plunge deep inside her. The moment is fucking coming, and I am more than ready.
"Oh," I say lamely, my mind churning along with the newly presented facts. "I guess I can make it, for old time's sake."
"Great!" Kade sounds so desperately happy it makes me want to punch him and ask him to get it together. He's so fucking pathetic.
"But hey, man..." I play up the hesitation in my voice, groaning before going on. "Look, this doesn't mean anything. It's just dinner. Right?"
"Of course," Kade answers quickly. "Just dinner. Let's see how things go first."
I know what his words translate to—let's fucking see if you're still as crazy as you were last time I let you in my life. And the answer is, of course I am. But I'm not about to spill my guts to Kade, so I just agree to his suggestion. I'll do anything to get back in their lives. Anything to be close to June again.
"We'll see you at Chez Anton at eight sharp?" he suggests, and I agree with him before cutting the line. Then I set the phone down, not bothering to text Marissa about the change of plans.
My mind is already on something else, and I'm sure she can figure out I got busy with something better than her holes.
I make sure to arrive at the restaurant late, make them wait for me like I've been doing for them for the past year. I want them squirming, wondering whether I'll really show up. And when my cab pulls up in front of the restaurant and I spot them through the window, I'm pretty sure they're both anxious. They're talking, Kade trying hard to keep up a conversation, waving his arms around animatedly. And June is just sitting there, looking paranoid as fuck and as pretty as ever.
I walk in, and their heads turn toward me. I ignore Kade completely, focusing on my sweet little stepsister. Her expression of anxiousness turns into fear, and it makes my cock stir in my pants. Fuck, I want June more than ever.
"Hello," I greet them stiffly, and she looks away, tucking a strand of hair behind her ear as though she's afraid to even meet my eye. As if I'm going to hurt her just by being in her presence. She's quiet while Kade greets me enthusiastically, and I sit on the other side of the table from them. I can tell I'm making them uncomfortable, and it's making me fucking happy. I'm going to ruin them. Just you fucking wait.
While Kade chatters about nonsensical stuff, June keeps quiet, refusing to meet my eye. I stare at her pointedly the whole time, trying to steal a glance at those gorgeous eyes that haunt my dreams. But she won't let me, and it's driving me fucking insane. I need June. She's the one who grounds me, the only one who can keep the red mist away. And she makes it all so much better.
She owes me this. She owes it to me to make it all better and calm my demons. She doesn't seem to be aware of that, though, as she shoots several loving glances at my twin brother throughout the dinner. It drives me fucking insane, the way they look at each other, because I want her for myself. The evening drags and drags, though I could look at June all day. They don't seem to be as comfortable, though, and I realize they're going to bring up a topic I probably won't like.