The woman’s name wasn’t Princess. That was what he called all the women he screwed. He told me when I was younger that if you called them all the same thing then when you shot your load you wouldn’t be caught moaning the wrong name. I’d thought he was a genius back then. Maybe he was in the artist category but with women he was an idiot. It was a miracle he still had a dick. He’d stuck it in so many places I’d be worried it was gonna fall off.
“Princess had a fine pu**y too. Shoulda seen it. All pink and waxed. I think she even oiled that thing for me.”
“Don’t want to hear about it. Not why I’m here,” I interrupted him before he could go any further.
Kiro laughed and took a pull from his bottle. “She sucked like a damn vacuum too,” he said.
“Daddy, please. I don’t need the mental images that go along with that.” Harlow’s voice had me snapping my head around to look for Blaire. She was standing beside Harlow with a pale blue and white striped dress that had long sleeves. The neckline dipped too low, showing off her cle**age that was only getting better and better with this pregnancy. It also hit several inches above the knee and she was barefoot.
“Well, I’ll be damned, she’s one more mouth watering morsel. I’d offer you my lap sweetheart, but I think your man just might castrate me if I got too close.”
“I’d do more than that,” I growled, shooting a warning glare at Kiro before walking over to Blaire.
“You never sent food up so we came down here looking for something. Everything was quiet in the house so we figured Nan had left,” Harlow explained.
Shit. I’d forgotten the food. “I’m sorry, baby. Nan was screaming and I forgot. Come on, let me feed you.”
“I already have the new cook, Mr. Branders, fixing us some chicken salad,” Harlow replied.
Blaire squeezed my arm. “I’m okay. Stop looking so upset.”
Dealing with my family was not what I needed right now. I had Blaire to take care of and our baby. Why had I agreed to come out here? Blaire didn’t belong around this kind of lifestyle. The smell of cigarette smoke met my nose and I turned Blaire around and moved her toward the door. “Let’s get you out of here. He’s smoking,” I explained.
“You really making her leave ‘cause I’m smoking?” Kiro asked with an amused tone.
I didn’t even answer him. I just kept moving Blaire to the door. I was tempted to tell her not to breathe until I could get her to fresh air. I had to get this Nan shit straightened out and fast. Blaire needed the fresh clean air in Rosemary not this nicotine infested place.
“Leave him alone,” Harlow scolded Kiro softly.
“Dean wasn’t shitting me. The boy has done gone and got himself a pu**y,” Kiro called out with a hoot of laughter.
I clenched my teeth and kept moving Blaire toward the kitchen.
“He sounds interesting. I never was properly introduced,” Blaire said.
“You don’t want to be introduced to him. He’s not someone I want near you.”
Blaire glanced back at me and frowned. “Why?”
“Because he has no morals. None. At all. And boundaries are a foreign language to him. Women throw themselves at him and he screws them and then moves on to the next one. I don’t want him looking at you.”
“I really wish I could confirm to him that you do in fact have a penis. A very big and pretty penis,” Blaire whispered.
I winced. “Please, just call it big. Don’t call it pretty. That hurts its feelings.”
Blaire giggled and hurried ahead of me.
BLAIRE
I wasn’t sure that a family dinner in this house was a good idea. Rush, however, was determined to find a way to help Nan and Kiro get along. I had spent my day out by the pool. Even though it was the end of November, it was still seventy-eight degrees outside. I was used to crazy warm winter weather in Alabama but the sun seemed even warmer here. Rush had laid out beside me and then he’d taken great pains to rub sunscreen all over my body.
After my shower, I felt refreshed and ready to take on this crazy family for Rush’s sake. I liked Harlow, at least during the little time I’d spent with her. She wasn’t kidding about staying locked away in her room. She rarely ever came out. I almost felt bad for her. It seemed like a lonely life. I wondered what her life in South Carolina had been like. Did she have friends there that she missed?
Rush walked into the bedroom but stopped the moment his eyes landed on me. “No. Blaire, baby, you look amazing. Incredible. But you can’t wear that dress too dinner. Your tits are all up there making me want to cancel dinner and get you naked. Then the legs and heels. You can’t go to dinner like that. Kiro’s a pervert and I’ll end up killing him. Please, put on something that shows less cle**age and leg. Hell, wear jeans, a sweater, and some tennis shoes.”
If he didn’t look so distraught I would have been pissed. I loved this dress. It made me still feel sexy despite my belly. The bigger the baby got the less attractive I felt. My waistline was quickly disappearing. “None of my jeans fit and I like this dress. It makes me feel pretty.”
Rush groaned and walked over to me. “You look f**king gorgeous. Pretty is not the word one would use to describe you in that dress. I need you to look less orgasm inducing hot and more like my pregnant fiancée. I don’t want to listen to Kiro say crude things to you at dinner. I want to focus on getting Nan and him to find some peace.”