Wicked Ever After (Wicked & Devoted 2)

He was right, and his offer meant the world to her, but… “I love you, Cutter. Like a brother. I don’t think of you…that way.”

He scowled. “I don’t think of you that way, either. You’re my sister in every way except blood. But we’ve stuck together through thick and thin. We’ve grown closer over the years because we both know what it’s like to be the latch-key kid of a hardworking single parent. I don’t want that for your baby. I doubt you do, either. So unless you want to find yourself cast out of Sunset altogether for trying to raise your child alone, I’m your best hope.”

“What would you do if you married me?” She hated discussing such an indelicate topic, but he’d brought it up. “I don’t go out of my way to hear gossip, but I can’t always avoid it. I know you’re a red-blooded man. I know you like women and you don’t enjoy spending your nights alone. I can’t give you…”

Sex.

Cutter winced. “I wouldn’t ask you to.”

Brea breathed a sigh of relief. He wasn’t interested in getting naked and sweaty with her, either. Thank goodness.

But what would they do about intimacy? About the fact that, despite everything, her heart belonged to a man he despised?

She bit her lip. “I guess if we lived in Lafayette, and you were discreet…”

“What about you?” he asked. “What will you do when you need a man to touch—”

“Pray. Meditate. Garden. Work. I won’t…” She couldn’t imagine another man near her. Brea only ached for Pierce. Yes, giving in to him had created this mess, and if she ever saw him again she would have to guard against her foolish yearnings. But she already knew her heart would never belong to anyone else. “I’ll be fine.”

Cutter stopped at a red light and sent her a narrow-eyed glare. “There’s something you’re not telling me. Did Walker hurt you?”

How stunned would he be if she told him that Pierce had given her such sublime pleasure and made her feel so much like a woman that she’d never once thought of resisting? “Leave it, Cutter.”

“I won’t let that son of a bitch get away with what he’s done. He took advantage of you. He caused you anguish. Goddamn it—”

“Don’t take the Lord’s name in vain,” she snapped, mostly because it was something they generally agreed on.

“Figure of speech, Bre-bee. Stop derailing me. I want to know every way he harmed you so I can make him pay. Now.”

She shrank back into her seat because he didn’t really want the truth. “Doesn’t it always hurt the first time?”

“Other than that, was he too rough? Did he bruise you? Use you too hard? Too often?” Cutter ground his teeth together.

Brea tried not to blush. Pierce had spent half that night inside her and he hadn’t held back. And she’d loved it.

“Talk to me.” He sounded exasperated. “Did he spank you or bind you or—”

“Stop.” Those words sent images spinning through her head. Had Pierce wanted to do such things to her? How would they have felt? Why did she ache so badly to know? “Whatever he may or may not have done, I’m all right. I went to him for help and he did exactly what I asked. Nothing else matters.”

At least as far as Cutter should be concerned.

He finally gave up his awkward questions. “All right. I won’t pry. Just tell me what you want to do.”

“I need to think. I suspected I was pregnant, but hearing the doctor confirm it was a shock.”

“I know. My offer stands. Getting married will quell the gossip. We can spin the wedding as two friends who’ve realized they’re in love.”

“I hate lying to everyone…”

“I do, too. But the truth will ruin you and tear your father apart. There are no good options here, so we have to pick the best of a bad bunch.”

Brea feared he was right. “How do we convince anyone that we’re romantic?”

“One step at a time. Worry about you and the baby first. How many weeks along are—”

“Thirteen.”

Certainly he could do the math. He knew exactly when she’d gone to Pierce. And there was no question he’d gotten her pregnant after the hostage standoff that hot August night.

That same math brought home the fact that, even if she and Cutter married today, the minute her baby was born, Sunset would be filled with speculation and innuendo. How much longer before her pregnancy showed? Right now, she was able to hide the developing bulge of her tummy…but how long would that last?

“Don’t take too long to decide or people will figure it out.”

“I know. Thank you. Do you have an assignment next week?”

“Yeah. Originally, Logan Edgington scheduled me to keep an eye out on a former FBI director who’s coming to New Orleans for reasons I’m not supposed to know or care about. But he’s rescheduled, so Jolie—you know, the clothing designer I worked for last week?”