tighten. If my feelings for Damien are so easy to see… can they all see it?
“Oh?” Finn pushes to his feet, his hands sliding into the front pockets of his jeans. The dark strands of his hair hang into those gentle, playful eyes, and he grins at me. His smile hasn’t got the same effect on me that Damien’s does, but it’s just as intriguing.
“Yeah.”
“I call liar, liar,” Finn taunts, circling me before he stops right behind me, and I’m frozen to the spot.
“You can believe what you’d like to, but I know what I feel and what I think,” I tell Finn, but the way he’s looking at me, he knows I’m bullshitting him.
“Hey, I don’t give a shit if you want to bounce on my brother’s dick,” he says, with a shrug. “Just don’t let Dad find out, he’ll lose his shit. Perhaps, you can even make Damien feel something other than that stick that’s been shoved up his ass all these years.”
I can’t help but laugh at Finn. “He’s just not a party animal.”
“Oh, Darling. Damien is so much more than that. I’m guessing if you two are getting freaky, he’s told you about The Black Knights?”
“We are not getting freaky.” The words fall from my lips in a gasp at his words. “And he’s mentioned a little about Creed and The Black Knights.”
Finn shakes his head, as he reaches for the juice, which he could’ve asked me to hand him, but I have a feeling he wanted to get under my skin by standing behind me. Once he’s seated, he fills a glass, before looking at me. “Like I said, don’t care.”
“What about The Black Knights?” I have a feeling Damien may not want to give me the whole story, so if Finn is willing to talk about it, I’m not going to stop him. The more I can find out about the brothers I’m living with, the better.
“They’re bad news, and even though my brothers have both been part of their group, I haven’t gotten myself involved. They do stupid shit to keep themselves entertained.”
Now I’m intrigued, and I can’t focus on the food on my plate; instead, I’m staring at Finn. “Like?”
“Oh no, little sis, I ain’t getting involved in this. If you want to know, ask D, he’ll tell you. But just listen when he tells you to do something when we’re around Creed and the rest of the guys.”
“What about those girls?” I ask, still wondering about Mali and Holly. I remember the night of the party, Finn and Cassian were hanging around with them.
“Those are the Haven bunnies, they’re like groupies. If they can get dicked down by one of The Black Knights, they’ll do anything they’re told.” With a cocky wink, he pops a bite of pancake into his mouth.
“You mean any of the Havens or Thornes,” I say, realizing my voice is tinged with jealousy when I voice my response.
Finn watches me for a moment, leaning back in his chair as he sips the juice with a grin on his face. He’s noticed the inflection in my voice. The corner of his mouth curls slowly, just like his brother’s.
“I think—”
The footsteps that sound behind us interrupt Finn’s appraisal of me, and I’m thankful for that. When Cassian saunters in, I offer him a smile to which he tips his head in greeting.
“Family,” he says, with a swagger that belies the almost innocent expression on his face. He doesn’t strike me as a playboy type, not like Finn or Damien, but I have a feeling Cassian hides a lot of emotions under his pretty boy exterior.
Finn is outspoken, voicing whatever is on his mind.
Damien does hide certain things, but it doesn’t stop him from making his feelings known. But Cassian, he’s the silent brother, stoic and poised, but there’s also a darkness to him that lingers under the pristine surface.
“What are we talking about?” he asks, while plating pancakes.
“Nesrin bouncing on Damien’s dick,” Finn says, nonchalantly, causing me to choke on my orange juice.
A chuckle rumbles from Cassian, as he shakes his head. I’m sure he’s heard a lot from his youngest brother’s mouth before, but the fact that Finn came right out and said that has my mind spinning.
“I think Damien may lose his temper with you saying something like that about our little sister,” Cassian tells Finn, but the grin on his face belies the chastising of the youngest Thorne.
“If he can’t deal with the truth, that ain’t