Sarah's Seduction (Men of August 2)

She walked away from the other woman. Walked away from the questions, and the knowledge. But her fears pounded inside her head. Not fear of the brothers, but her fear that she couldn’t resist, and soon, too soon, she would give in.

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

“You told Marly about the abuse.” Cade stood in the doorway of Sarah and Brock’s bedroom, his expression furious, the color in his eyes shifting like thunderclouds.

Tense, vibrating with his anger, he watched Sarah and Brock with an intensity that should have flayed the skin from their bones. Brock glanced at Sarah with a frown of disapproval.

“You didn’t,” he said with a heavy sigh. “Did you make her cry, Sarah?”

Sarah’s watched them, mingled anger and confusion filling her. She had known Cade would be furious. Had known it would hurt him for Marly to know the truth, but she was sick of these men expecting her and Marly to carry the brunt of their pain.

“What difference would that make? She’s a grown woman, not a child, and she deserved to know why her lover was on the porch last night with his head buried between my legs.”

Her statement had Cade’s eyes narrowing on her.

“That’s not a good enough reason,” he bit out.

“Oh, it isn’t.” She crossed her arms over her chest, watching him with mock incredulity. “Excuse me, Mr. August, but most women would have done more than cried a little bit. They would have killed you anyway, and me with you. They would have cut your damned tongue out so you couldn’t use it on another woman.”

Cade raked his fingers through his hair, frustration and fury evident in his expression and the tense set of his shoulders. He was enraged with no way to expend the fury.

“She wasn’t supposed to know,” he growled, still furious, unrepentant at the secret he had been holding.

Sarah saw more than that in his eyes though. She saw shame. Cade had not accepted the past as Brock had. The helplessness of whatever actions he had been forced to take still haunted him.

“No one told me one way or the other,” she told him, refusing to back down. “She asked, I told her what I knew. Period.”

“It was none of your damned business.” His fists were clenched at his side now, watching her stand up to him, making her nervous, more than aware of the strength of the man facing her so furiously.

“I beg to differ,” she argued. “You forget Cade, the men of this house are doing everything they can to drag me into the little love nest they’ve created. That makes it my business.”

Sarah could feel her own anger edging into her voice. The dominant streak in these men was becoming more than aggravating. Irritation w

as setting in on her fast.

“Sarah.” Brock’s voice held a warning edge.

She turned to her lover, frowning. His carefully controlled expression sent a frisson of unease down her spine, but not enough to make her back down. She wasn’t about to back down. She hadn’t asked to be drawn into this, she would be damned if she would allow them to run over her.

“Don’t ‘Sarah’ me,” she bit out. “What’s the big deal anyway? Didn’t Mr. High-And-Mighty August over there expect that his lover would want to know why he wanted to fuck another woman? I sure as hell would.”

Was it just her, or had the sexual tension in the room risen dramatically?

“You don’t know what you’re doing, Sarah,” Brock told her, his voice low. “Let it go for now.”

Sarah rolled her eyes. She cast both men a disgusted look, impatience filling her.

“Fine. Let it go, Sarah,” she mocked. “I’ll be more than happy to let it go. Now excuse me while I go find lunch.”

She stalked across the room, more than expecting Cade August to step aside when she reach the doorway. Instead, he stood still, watching her from eyes building with anger, emotion.

“Brock?” Cade’s voice pulsed with arousal.

Sarah heard a heavy sigh behind her. She looked over her shoulder at her lover, sitting in the chair to the side of them. His eyes were heavy lidded, aroused, his body tight with sexual tension. Sarah felt a small tingle of apprehension work its way through her body.

“How?” Brock asked Cade, his voice throbbing now with intensity.

“How what?” Sarah stepped back from Cade, her eyes widening as he stepped completely into the room, closing the door behind him.