From Sanctum with Love (Masters and Mercenaries #10) - Lexi Blake Page 0,53

thrusting hard.

Who the fuck was he kidding? Wanted? He’d been dying to get inside her, and one thing and one thing only had held him back. It certainly wasn’t the crowd. He’d meant what he’d said. He wasn’t the exhibitionist Kori was, but he wouldn’t have minded showing every single person there that he was the one she submitted to. He was the only Dom in the room who could handle her. Damn but that had been a high. No, he would have viewed fucking her as a badge of honor with the singular exception that he wasn’t about to get his freak on while his brother was watching.

He’d finally found the one thing that icked him out. He was damn near impossible to truly offend. Some chick got off getting peed on? Good for her. Dude liked to spend his off time eating out of a dog bowl? Nice going, buddy.

He couldn’t have sex in front of his brother. Even when he really, really wanted to have sex. And that made him pissy.

“Come on, Kai,” Jared said. “You’re going to love this place. I’ve been told it’s the hottest club in Dallas. They’ve already roped off the VIP section of the club for us. You showed me some of your world tonight. Let me show you some of mine.”

He turned to explain to his brother that he didn’t need to see a world where drunk chicks fawned all over his brother and the paparazzi made their living getting pictures of him. He ended up shaking his head because Jared was folding his clothes. Stark naked. “How about you show me less of your junk? God, do you have to leave that out there to swing around like that?”

Jared grinned and held his arms out. “What can I say? The beast likes to be free.”

“Looking good, man.” Chris Roberts gave his brother a thumbs-up.

“Thank you,” Jared replied with an open smile.

Kai gave Chris a stare. “Won’t your Dom be interested in knowing you think that?”

Chris smiled, though his head did go down submissively. “My Dom asked me to sneak pictures, but I’m more afraid of Big Tag than I am of him. Sorry.”

Chris didn’t look up again as he walked back toward his locker.

“This is a fully integrated locker room. Straight, gay, and bi. That doesn’t bother you?”

Jared shrugged and didn’t go for his clothes. “This body is a work of art in all worlds. When did you turn into such a prude? And while I’m straight, I have zero problems with my gay brothers and sisters. I was named Gay Fantasy Male of the Year two years running. I have the giant dildos on my mantle.”

He should have known. “And I’m not a prude. Not normally. You’re just…you’re my brother and I don’t want that thing swinging around in front of me.”

When had it grown to monstrous proportions?

“All right, I’ll give you that.” There was the sound of a locker opening. “I’m putting on pants because you were nice and actually admitted that you’re my brother.”

“I haven’t lied about it.” He hadn’t advertised it either.

“You tried to tell my publicist that you were my lifestyle expert.”

“Well, that’s what the contract calls me.” It wasn’t like he’d lied. He’d been trying to speak as little as possible to Thad or Brad or whatever asswipe Jared had brought with him. “And it’s not like you advertise. You changed your name.”

“You can look up. I’m perfectly covered now,” Jared said.

Kai turned and rolled his eyes. Jared’s version of covered didn’t match with his. “Shirt? Did you even bring one with you?”

“Do you shake your fist at kids who walk on your lawn?” Jared sighed and pulled out his T-shirt, dragging it over his head. “There. I’ll bring a turtleneck tomorrow. And Jared Johns sounded more professional than Jared Ferguson.”

“It makes you sound like a porn star.” He was not a grumpy old man. He wouldn’t let his brother turn him into one.

Jared nodded, completely missing the point. “I know, right? It’s cool. And you were definitely trying to distance yourself from me when you were talking to Brad. You didn’t want him to know you’re my brother. It didn’t work because I already told them all.”

Kai leaned back against the locker because it looked like this was going to take a few minutes. “I wasn’t trying to distance. Not the way you think.”

“All right, what were you doing?”

“I was trying to get away from that asshole as soon as possible. He’s obnoxious