We weren’t just best friends. He was my brother, my partner in crime. No girl, not even one who held a piece of my heart, could tear us apart. I wouldn’t allow it.
Picking up my shirt off the floor by the TV, I pulled it over my head as I left the bedroom.
As I turned for the stairs, my gaze fell on Shaw’s closed door, causing my cock to flex in my shorts and my heart to sit a little heavier in my chest. As I walked past it, I stroked my fingers over the door, wishing it were her skin I was touching.
Downstairs, I went straight to the kitchen in search of food. I was so comfortable at the Cage house, it was like a second home to me. I knew where everything was—and even where Aunt Dallas hid the good snacks so Cannon wouldn’t eat them all in one day. Shaw had shown me the secret stash when she was ten, making me promise never to tell her brother.
Grabbing a mixing bowl out of one of the cabinets, I poured myself a huge portion of cereal before grabbing a spoon. The sun was reflecting off the ocean outside, and I walked out onto the deck to soak up the rays as I ate my breakfast.
While I stood there, I saw Mason run down the beach with Oscar at his side. Spotting me, he lifted his arm and waved, and I tossed up my hand to wave to my younger cousin.
“Got a big enough bowl?”
I turned at the sound of Uncle Axton’s voice. Taking another bite of my cereal, I shrugged. “This was as big as I could find. Maybe your wife should invest in some larger bowls.”
Snorting, he dropped down in one of the chairs beside where I was standing. “I’ll be sure to mention that. You call your mom?” He pulled his phone out of his pocket and started texting away. “She’s been blowing up my phone this morning, wanting to know if you’re still alive and shit. I snapped a few pictures of you and Can snoring your asses off, and she calmed down.”
“As soon as I opened my eyes, I texted her,” I assured him.
“You got plans today?” he asked when he put the phone down on his thigh a few moments later. “Going to a party? Got a date?”
“Nah.” I shoveled the last of my cereal into my mouth. After chewing and swallowing, I set the empty bowl on the rail and leaned back, crossing my arms as I tipped my head upand enjoyed the heat of the sun. “I haven’t dated in…” I frowned and opened my eyes. “Damn, I really don’t know when the last time I had a date was.”
No, that was a lie. I remembered. Because it had been the night before I realized I wanted Shaw. Since then, I hadn’t found anyone I wanted enough to take out. I’d gone to parties, flirted, but I hadn’t even gotten anyone’s number, let alone a kiss. It just felt…wrong. Like giving another girl even a little bit of my time would hurt Shaw. And the thought of Shaw hurting always made me my skin feel too tight.
Uncle Axton’s brows lifted at my answer. “You’re a sad excuse for a rocker, boy,” he muttered. “When I was your age—”
He broke off just as the door slid back and his wife stepped outside with a glass of sweet tea in her hand. He pressed his lips together, but she gave him a dry look. “No, please. Tell us exactly what you were doing at his age.”
“What were you doing at eighteen, baby?” he asked, narrowing his eyes on her.
“I spent a lot of time in London when I was eighteen,” she said with a shrug. “Working. With other models. Male models. Hot, mostly naked male models.”
Growling something under his breath, he grabbed her and pulled her down onto his lap. Somehow, she didn’t spill a single drop of her tea. Laughing, she kissed him before lifting her blue gaze to me. “So no parties and no dates.” She looked thoughtful for a moment before glancing at the door that led into the kitchen. When I followed where her eyes had strayed, I saw Shaw watching us from the doorway.
Noticing I was looking her way, she stuck out her tongue at me and turned away. Giving me the perfect view of her ass in a pair of tight black leggings. Fuck. That