“I’m not your boyfriend, Evan. And you know why I can’t be.”
“No?” she challenges with fire in her eyes. “You fuck me. You get mad if I spend time with other men. You take care of me. You buy me things,” she says with a pointed look at the carousel music box on the nightstand. I know it’s not the same one her dad got for her, but I wanted to give her something to make up for it. Something that would remind her of us. “Sounds like boyfriend behavior to me.”
I walk toward the bed, setting her back onto the mattress, coming down on top of her. “I’ll make you a deal,” I say, unbuckling my jeans.
“What’s that?” she breathes, using her feet to push my pants down before her hands move around to squeeze my ass.
“I’ll be your boyfriend for as long as I can,” I say into her neck. As long as I’m alive, is what I don’t say, but she reads between the lines.
“Sebastian…” she says, her voice angry and guarded.
I cover her mouth with my palm, flexing my hips forward to fill her. “If you promise me to be happy.” Afterwards.
She nods, a single tear falling from the corner of her eye, rolling down her cheek.
I take my time with her, moving slowly, deeply, trying to tell her with my actions what I refuse to say out loud. She arches her back, her pussy milking me as she comes quietly. I lean down to suck on her nipple, pulling it between my teeth, causing her to shudder beneath me. I pull out, jerking myself over her pretty little body while she catches her breath, touching her breasts for my benefit. I hold a palm out to catch my cum, dropping my head back as I spill into my hand. When I look back down at Evan, she’s pouting.
“What’s that look for?” I ask, reaching over to grab a tissue from the box on the side table to wipe my palm, then pull my pants back up.
“That was mine,” she says with a pout, and I laugh, leaning down to kiss her before walking to the bathroom to wash my hands. I’m already breaking my rules by fucking her raw. There’s no way I’m going to risk coming inside her.
Three hours later, we’ve packed up, said our goodbyes to Lou and Earl—who insisted on loading us up with snacks and water bottles—stopped for lunch, and now we’re back on the road. When my phone rings and Eros’ name flashes across the screen, I answer it, hitting the speaker button.
“We’ve got a problem,” Eros says before I have a chance to say a word. Evan cuts her eyes at me, looking nervous.
“What?” I say, somehow knowing that after our last phone call, whatever he’s about to say is going to change everything.
“You were right about Elliot. He’s not who he says he is.”
“I fucking knew it,” I shout, hitting my fist against the steering wheel.
“I found his license. His real name is Isaac…” The name sounds familiar somehow. “Isaac McAllister.”
Evan gasps, blue eyes going wide. “He’s a McAllister?”
“Motherfucker. He’s my brother.”
Memories flood my mind of my parents fighting when I was maybe five years old, before my father took his life. They were high school sweethearts, but they had a brief breakup when they were younger, right before they had me. Then, one day out of nowhere, a woman showed up with a kid barely older than me, claiming it was my dad’s son. My father denied it, said the woman was crazy, claimed he’d never even met her.
I never saw them again, but I remember hearing my mom screaming at my dad about it afterwards. As a kid, I didn’t realize that meant I had a half-brother. I didn’t even remember any of that happening until now.
“Don’t let him out of your sight until I get there.”
“You have a brother?” Evan asks, her voice cautious.
“Half-brother,” I correct. “Seems Valeen was right. History does repeat itself.”
“WHERE IS HE?” SEBASTIAN BARKS, slamming the door before rounding the front of the truck where Eros, Lathan, and Tres stand.
“He’s setting up the globe,” Eros answers. All four of them prowl toward the black and white Sons of Eastlake tent.
“Let me have this one,” Sebastian says, fists clenched at his sides.
I hurry after them. “What are you going to do?” I don’t like this. Dread rolls through me, making me feel nauseous.
“Go back to the bunkhouse, Evan.”
“Are you kidding me?” I’m not going anywhere.