“No. He dropped out of college and started the Danny McCade world party tour. That was eight years ago. He went through his inheritance pretty quickly. I don’t know how much of it he has left.”
I rubbed the back of my head. “Shit, Vanessa. That’s crazy.”
“Did you say half-brother?” Dylan asked.
“Yeah. Same dad. Different moms.” She seemed nervous to look at us. “I never met Danny’s mom, or mine. We were the products of some quick romances my father had. At least that’s how my grandmother explained it.” She smiled nervously. “I know now that they bought us for exchange for their silence. My dad wasn’t exactly father material. I shouldn’t be surprised my brother is just like him.”
“You don’t know who your mother is?”
She shook her head. “No. And there’s no way to track her down. She could have been a waitress, maybe a Warriors dancer. There’s no telling. I used to pretend she was an artist and ran off to Paris to paint. It sounds better than telling people your mother was possibly a stripper.”
“Damn it, Vanessa. That’s messed up.”
“It is, but Danny lived the same life I did. If I could stick aro
und and face it, why couldn’t he?”
“You don’t think he’s going to show up and want the Warriors?” Dylan asked. It was the first time I had seen him look worried through any of this.
“God no, but can we talk about something else?” she asked. “I don’t like talking about my brother. I shouldn’t have opened the McCade family vault. It’s dark in there. I’m sorry. Can we change the subject? Please? Anything. Tell me about practice. Distract me.”
I had a lot of misconceptions about the McCades. One, was that the money gave them everything they wanted. They lived in their billion-dollar compound, surrounded by servants and staff. They owned an incredible franchise. Another was that life must be easy for them. I honestly had no idea Vanessa’s brother was AWOL. Or that she had no idea who her mother was. It never occurred to me to care about corporate. I kept my head down and played ball.
But seeing the hurt flash in her eyes, I knew both of those things weren’t the case. There was a lot the McCade money hadn’t given her and her life had been anything but easy.
“Oh no. No more work talk.” I looked over her toward Dylan. “I think I promised you a hot shower. After today, you need it.”
He nodded. It was weird how we had this new way of communicating when it came to Vanessa. It was like we could read each other’s mind. I labeled it as our new fuck radar.
“Oh, yes. Just point me in the right direction.” She tilted her lips so she could drink the rest of the bubbly prosecco. “I’d love to try your shower.”
I took that as my cue. I lifted her in my arms.
“Isaac.” She looked at me, tilting her head in a way that made my heart race.
“We’re going to make sure you’re plenty hot and wet tonight.”
Her eyes rolled back. “Really?” she mewed.
I carried her to the back of the house where my master suite was. Dylan had started shedding clothes on the walk through the hall. He was naked by the time I lowered Vanessa’s feet on the tile floor.
I turned the water on to full heat, and pressed the steam button. Within seconds the steam was billowing over the tall towered glass walls of the shower. I’d had this place remodeled when I bought the ranch two years ago.
I pivoted, taking Vanessa’s mouth, while Dylan started to undress her. She moaned as he raked the clothes from her body. Her fingers worked the buttons on my shirt until they were unfastened.
I sucked the corners of her mouth, tasting the sweet wine on her tongue. My hands coasted over her shoulders to her breasts, twisting her tits between my fingers.
“Ohh,” she whimpered.
“Shower,” Dylan said, exhaling sharply.
I stepped out of my pants while he led her inside. The water ran over her gorgeous body. The droplets outlined the curves of her tits and the softness of her stomach. I dropped to my knees in front of her.
Her hands fingered through my hair, threading the water through the strands.
“Give me your pussy, baby.”
She looked in my eyes.