Concerto (North Security 2)

“He believes in it for some people. Just not for himself.”

The man in question looks this way, as if he can feel my regard. His green eyes burn as he stares at me from across the room. “That’s the saddest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“You want my advice?” Josh asks.

“Not really.”

“You got a hard-on for your legal guardian? Go for it. You want to work out some good old-fashioned daddy issues with Liam North, be my guest. I’m not the goddamn morality police, and Lord knows he could use the relief. But don’t expect anything more from him.”

My cheeks flame. Is my lust for his brother that obvious? Even more than embarrassment I’m furious that he would presume to warn me away. “Maybe you’re not giving me enough credit. Someone might be interested in me for more than just sex.”

He looks vaguely surprised. “Of course he wants you for more than sex. That’s not the issue.”

Liam must see something on my face, because he starts heading this way. People stop him as he goes, catching his arm. He turns to give them a few words before continuing toward us. “I know I’m not experienced enough for him—”

“He doesn’t think he has it in him to love someone.”

My heart aches for what could have made him that way. “He’s wrong, of course.”

“No, sweetheart. That’s the problem. He’s right.”

Liam reaches us in a few long strides, his expression hard. The tan of his skin contrasts sharply with his white shirt. He’s removed his tux jacket, which only serves to emphasize the hard, lean line of his body. Silver cuff links glint from his wrists. He’s as well-formed as any piece of art, a feast of shape and texture for the eyes—but undoubtedly his eyes are the crown jewels. A deep green like malachite, with darker striations running through them.

Josh stands. “How are you, dear brother?”

The question is asked in a mocking tone, but Liam rarely rises to the bait. Instead he studies me, his green eyes questioning. “Are you all right?”

I press my hands to my cheeks, feeling the warmth raging. You want to work out some good old-fashioned daddy issues with Liam North, be my guest. It’s hard to find my composure with those words still ringing. “I’m fine,” I say on a squeak.

A low laugh from Josh as he wanders away.

“Do I need to kick his ass?” Liam asks, looking grim. It’s not an idle threat. In the ways of male siblings, they have been known to throw a punch in an argument. And I have the sense that their past was more violent than most, which may make it worse.

“Absolutely not,” I say, keeping my voice light. “He’s too hard-headed to learn this lesson anyway.”

You got a hard-on for your legal guardian? Go for it.

Somehow I don’t think the rest of society would view it in such a light. Things between Liam and me would always be taboo. Always forbidden. It makes me wonder if that makes it sweeter. Then I see the concern in Liam’s expression, the wry humor in his eyes, the depth of feeling, and I know I would have wanted him no matter what.

LIAM

There’s something strange about the way Samantha looks at me. Almost… nervous. Is she afraid of me? Jesus. “Well,” I say. “You’re probably right. But I’d feel better.”

She gives me a droll look that says I’m all talk—which is mostly true. I don’t go around beating up people because they say shit to me.

Then again, if they say shit to Samantha, that’s a different story.

And her forced casual expression can’t quite hide the way her cheeks are pink, her eyes wide as she looks up at me. Definitely nervous about something.

I

find Josh outside the tent with one of the bridesmaids, about two seconds away from bringing her to orgasm with the crowd of revelers inside. I clear my throat, which makes him growl his annoyance. “Go away.”

He rocks her against his thigh until she comes, biting his shoulder through his tux jacket. Then he whispers something in her ear that makes her giggle, and sends her away on unsteady legs with a pat to her ass.

“God, you’re such a bastard,” he says without heat.

“You have a bedroom.”