Irreparably Broken (Irreparable 1)

With a big smile on his face, he runs his fingers through his hair. “Don’t I know this? Maybe if you went out with me, you’d change your mind.”

“I’d rather eat mothballs.” It isn’t my best one, but I’m caught off guard, and it’s the first thing that pops into my head.

“All right, just putting it out there.” Tug chuckles. “Where are you girls headed?’

I swipe some perfume from Liv’s dresser, and spray a little on my neck. “Not sure, some new club your sister wants to check out.”

Liv bounces into the room. She stops and huffs when she sees Tug. “God, Tug, do you ever give up?”

My mouth falls open when I get a look at what she’s wearing, or rather, not wearing. While I can’t see the back of her black stretchy skirt, I’m positive it barely covers her bum. Her top is electric-pink and she might have bought it in the toddler department.

Tug looks up with a guilty grin, his hair hanging in front of his eyes. “What? We were just chatting.” He pauses and looks Liv up and down. “Working the boulevard tonight, sis?”

I laugh and Liv scowls at me.

“You’re an asshole!”

Is she talking to Tug or me?

Tug laughs, and says, “I might be and asshole but at least I don’t walk around with my cooter hanging out.”

I cover my ears. “Ew…Tug, I hate that word.”

He quirks a brow at me and laughs.

Liv waves her hands at Tug like a queen shooing her servant. “You’re so rude, Tug. Get out! Now, scram. Go on, beat it!”

Tug laughs and rolls off Liv’s bed. He shuffles toward the door, and his hand smacks my ass on his way by. I squeal.

Liv rolls her eyes. “How can you tolerate him?”

I shake my head, and laugh. Liv doesn’t understand Tug’s and my relationship. It is a little warped, but I adore the hell out of him.

With critical eyes, I glare at Liv’s wardrobe choice again. “You’re not seriously going to wear that skirt, are you?” My eyes lift to her barely there top, and I pray she plans on wearing a sweater over it.

“Why? What’s wrong with it?” The sly smirk that crawls up the side of her cheek tells me she knows exactly what I’m referring to. Only to her there’s not a goddamn thing wrong with it.

I wrinkle my nose, and point from the top of her head to the bottom of her feet. “Umm…how about, I have underwear with more fabric.”

Her hands glide over the dip in her waist as she challenges me. “That’s the point.”

Liv is a total exhibitionist. I swear, if the guys at Black’s Beach were younger than fifty, she would move there and walk around bare-ass naked all the time. I let her take me there once, and I’m thankful the first man she saw naked was not a day under seventy, and his junk was shriveled up like a walnut. I say “thankful” because I don’t have to worry about her dragging me back there anytime soon.

Liv shamelessly shoves her hands into my top and repositions my girls so I’m showing much more cleavage than I want to. Since I am not an exhibitionist, I tug on the top until it fits properly. “I can’t believe you just did that. Have you no shame?”

She giggles. “Nope, none at all.”

Brady

The sight of Tori wet and naked will be etched into my mind until my last day on earth. I intentionally peeked through my fingers, like the pervert I am. She knew I did it purposefully, too. It pissed her off so much she chucked a tissue at me. A fucking tissue! I’m picturing how irritated she must have been when she slammed the door and gave that one some thought. Her anger turns me on in a strangely obsessive way. Tori’s a beautiful girl, but naked, Tori is every man’s dream. The fact that she’s utterly clueless about her looks or the effect she has on men somehow makes her even sexier. The memory of her golden-tanned skin with beads of water rolling down the curve of her breasts makes me rock-hard. Quickly, I try to think of something gross to tame the thing. Tug naked, maybe that will do the trick. Nope. Nothing works. I end up in the shower stroking it with my hand, like I’m fourteen again.

I’m completely screwed where Tori is concerned. There’s a gr

eater chance of being struck by lightning than of her ever forgiving me. Her wide blue eyes were fierce with anger, and she hates me just as much as she always has. It’s for the best. My life is in a downward spiral, and Tori’s better off if she doesn’t get involved with me. No matter what my promise to Vanessa, Tori deserves better. The moment I saw her face again, I knew. I’m bad news for her, and it’s best if I stay away. I’ll ruin her, just as I do everything else meaningful in my life. I have no idea how I'm going to manage to avoid her, since we currently live under the same roof. Maybe I’ll hide out in my room and have Tug bring me food and water.

If I break my promise to Vanessa, it will haunt me for the rest of my life, but hurting Tori again will fucking kill me. I won’t be the one to inflict my poison on her innocent world. I can’t risk popping the weasel.

Once I’m out of the shower, I put on some jeans and a T-shirt. I call some friends, and we make arrangements to meet at a club downtown later. There’s no way I can stay in this house all night with her in it.