on the patio, looking for D's car and finding it there. I was surprised that he was drinking so heavily. There was no way Nathaniel would let him leave if he were blitzed, which I assumed he was. After watching him toss back three glasses of bourbon in my father's office, I'd have been shocked otherwise.
I walked down the stairs with a small black purse on my shoulder that held my knife and a couple of large bills. I would catch Parker's attention without a doubt. It would be aggravating to have to divert any other attention I got, but I was in a bitchy mood. Things would work out perfectly.
I glanced up as my father's office door opened and D walked out with a slight stagger. His hair was a mess from dragging his hands through it too many times, and his eyes were glassy. He was drunk. Great.
He turned and pressed his back to the door as his eyes roamed over me like a teenage boy in heat. "You look stunning, beyond beautiful."
"And you look drunk." I shrugged and turned to walk from the house as he reached out and grabbed my upper arm. I stifled a moan at the delicious tightness of his fingers pressing into me. How easy it would be to pour him one more glass and have him wake up wondering what happened between us. It would be far too much fun to tease him over the lies I could concoct, but I wasn't in the mood for playing games anymore. I was being a bitch to protect myself from breaking in front of him. I didn't need his pity fuck, or his loving kindness simply because life had bent me over.
He pulled me toward him with strength far greater than I was capable of mustering at the moment, surprising me a little. A quick spin, and he had trapped me between him and the wall, putting his face inches from mine as his eyes moved across me again. The smell of liquor was usually a complete turn-off, but I couldn't help but wonder how it tasted on his tongue.
"I don't like it," he barked low in his chest as he brushed his nose by mine.
"The liquor? Don't drink it. Get Daddy to get something better." I moved back a little and lifted an eyebrow, hating that I was still goading him without fail, and yet unable to stop myself. The firm press of his chest against mine left my pulse racing as my body tightened in all the places I needed him to touch, to open up and claim as his own.
"I don't like you going out tonight. Let me come with you. I'll take care of it, and then we can go back to my place, and I'll take care of you too. You need someone with you tonight." He licked at his lips and rocked his hips forward.
"Someone? Just anyone?" I clamped my teeth together to keep the groan that pressed against my teeth trapped inside of me. I did need someone. Him. I needed him all over me, touching, gripping, forcing me into submission below him. In all areas of my life I was in charge and played queen, but for him I would bow. I couldn't help but wonder if he knew it. By the way he looked at me, I would have to say yes.
"Me, Izzy." He slid his hands down my sides and pressed his fingers into the back of my legs before cupping the bottom of my ass and squeezing softly.
It took every ounce of self-control inside of me to ignore the pull he had on me. I melted each time he walked into the room, but when he put his hands on me my body woke up and demanded carnality.
"Let you? That's a change of tune. What happened to you playing the overprotective brother?" I chuckled mockingly.
"Your father believes in you more than I worry about you." He squeezed again and tilted his head as he licked at his lips once more.
The sight of his tongue left me wet and achy. I knew what he was capable of with that tongue. How many nights had I brought myself over the edge with the image of him using it on me in ways that would make most women blush with embarrassment?
"Do you believe in me?" I reached up and brushed my fingers by his chin slowly as my eyes moved down to the fullness of his