Sorrow (Cape Frost #1)

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“Are you okay?”

Looking up quickly, I find Boo staring at me from the hallway. His crossed arms and quirked brows tell me he’s been there for a while, watching me sit in front of a plate of food without touching it.

“Of course. Are you okay? How was work?”

Shaking his head, he joins me at the table and taps the wood. “Fine. Same shit, different night. I think I’m getting closer though.”

“Closer?”

“To The Sons. I’m starting to pick out their pattern. If I can guess where they’re gonna be just one time, I can catch them in the act.”

Or die.

I’m afraid I know which one is more likely. “Why can’t we just leave?” I ask softly. “ It’s not like it would be hard to pack at this point. We could go somewhere else, anywhere else. Leave The Sons behind and start over somewhere.”

He ignores me completely as the music coming from the garage cuts off and Hayes comes back in from the garage looking dirtier than I’ve ever seen him. The dust clinging to his hair has me staring longer than I should. It’s hot — he’s hot, and I hate him for it. It’s strange that I don’t have to imagine what his cock looks like anymore now that I’ve seen it, and that thought alone has an annoying blush heating up my cheeks as I finally look away.

“What are you guys talking about?”

Nosey asshole.

“Princess over here thinks Cape Frost isn’t good enough for her anymore,” Boo scoffs. “If I had a fucking dollar for every time she asked me to move, I could buy her her own damn house.”

Smiling cheekily, I flip him off. “It’s a shithole town. Fuck me for not wanting to stay.”

“Yeah, fuck you,” Hayes says jokingly, but when I meet his eyes I see so much promise and heat there I forget all about being pissy with Boo .

“Anyway,” my brother continues, “I‘m off tonight. Not voluntarily. Apparently I’ve been working too much overtime for their tastes, so you’ll have to sleep on the couch tonight, Sam.”

I don’t give a shit about the couch. What I do care about is losing a night of lessons, especially when the bastard finally agreed to fuck me — and pay me for it, too. “Oh.”

“You sound disappointed,” he says with a chuckle. “Pretty sure you don’t want to share a bed with your big brother.”

I don’t miss the sideways smirk on Hayes’ face. Of course he’s happy he gets a night off.

“You two could share a bed,” I suggest. “Spoon a little bit. Hayes has been cranky lately.”

“Hayes is always cranky,” Boo chides, walking over to shove his friend but he stops short when he sees how dirty he is. “It’s because he’s always working with wood and no one wants to work his.”

Hayes snorts at his horrible joke. “That sounds like jealousy. You have no idea who’s been working my wood.”

Oh god. This conversation needs to end, yet I find myself blurting, “Yeah? Is she hot? ”

“You think I’d touch anything less than gorgeous?” He walks closer to me and crosses his arms. “Enough about her. You can come sleep in my bed with me if you want. It’s bigger than his.”

The butterflies in my stomach are still flying as Boo grimaces. “Well, at least I don’t need to worry about you two fucking. Go for it.”

“You’re right. She’ll stay on her side like a good girl, huh?”

He’s really pushing it today, and my pussy knows it.

Clenching my thighs as inconspicuously as I can, I roll my eyes. “Of course, Hayes,” just as Boo decides to be a dick.

“She’s never been a good girl a day in her life.”

“I don’t believe that, but I do believe it’s never lasted a day,” Hayes runs his hand along his jaw in thought. “The short ones always have trouble being told what to do. They can’t help it.”

My jaw drops.

“They’re only fun when you’re allowed to throw them around,” Boo agrees. “Or when you can pick ‘em up and fuck ‘em when they piss you off. ”

Hayes hums in agreement. “Too bad she’s your little sister, huh?”

My brother shoves him playfully that time, making a grossed out noise that makes me want to vomit a little.

“You two are disgusting.”

Chuckling, Hayes reaches out to ruffle my hair before he disappears into the fridge for a water bottle. “You gonna eat that food today or just hang out with it?” This time when he moves into my space, he reaches over my shoulder to pick off my plate, giving me a whiff of sweat, deodorant, and wood.

It’s an almost intoxicating combination.

“I’m not hungry, you can have it.”

“So sweet of you.” He lifts up my plate and scarfs most of it down in record time, then sets it right back down in front of me. “I’m gonna run this table across town real fast, and then I’ll be back. You two have fun.”

Boo waves him off dismissively then disappears into his room when Hayes finally leaves, giving me space to do what I need to do.

It’s time to start planting the seed.

Me: Hey, Nate. Are you still interested?

Nate: Interested?

Is he fucking dense?

Jesus, god gave him looks and not a single brain cell.

This is the man I’ve pinned my future on.

Me: Yeah, in me.

Nate: Oh shit, yeah. You know I like you, Sam. Have you taken care of that little issue?

Always coming back to the same thing. I wonder how long it’ll be before I leave him.

Me: I’m working on it. I’ve learned a lot.

Like what a cuck you are.

Nate: Oh yeah? Learn about five inches ;)

He’s kidding, right?

That has to be a joke. He’s so worried about being too rough and me not knowing what I’m doing when he’s five inches? There’s nothing wrong with that, I’m sure, but it can’t be that hard to take.

How’s he gonna be rough with that? Punch me in the face ?

It takes everything in me not to tell him the one I’m working with is nearly twice that size. Something tells me hurting his feelings won’t help my cause.

Me: What else do you want me to learn?

Nate: Blowjobs are nice, but only if you actually swallow.

I’m failing to see what the hell he needed me trained for.

At this point, I’d rather pry his jaw open and spit it back into his mouth than swallow for him, but I guess I need to stop thinking like that. I’ll have to fake it well if this is ever going to work.

Me: Oh, I’ll swallow, baby. I’ll show you my tongue after too so you can make sure I got it all.

Nate: Jesus, Sam. You can’t dirty talk better than me. It’s wrong.

Nate: I just got a chubby at my mom’s house. Is swallowing something you’ve had practice with?

Me: Yep. He taught me how to take it like I need it more than breathing .

Nate: Maybe I’ll have to shake this guy’s hand one day. Haven’t popped that cherry yet though?

I could just fucking lie. I could. But is letting someone as vapid as Nate have my virginity any better than letting someone like Hayes? I don’t think it makes a difference, and the better prepared I am for Nate, the better off I’ll be.

Me: Not yet. Soon, though. I promise.

Nate: Alright. Hit me up after. Blood makes me squeamish.

Fucking pussy.

Rolling my eyes, I send him back a thumbs up emoji and call it a day.

I give it six months once we get out of here before I leave him behind and go off on my own, which means in about a year, I’ll be free for the first time in my life.

I can’t fucking wait.