lips. But I knew when I was being dismissed. And I was leaving before he could say anything else.
I rose quietly and backed out of the room, our eyes locked until I had to turn the corner.
Chapter Eleven
Finn
N o one should ever have to wear a tuxedo this often. I should have written that into my contract, "Lead will wear sweatpants to each and every Charm Ceremony."
But here I was, messing with a cummerbund for the third week in a row, trying like hell to master tying a bowtie. Not to mention each time I shifted, my leg ached in the tight confine of the pants.
That wasn’t what I was irritated about. It was the fact that I'd almost let Leighton give me a hand job in the dark kitchen last night. Or the fact that I had hobbled back to my room and jerked it to the thought of her delicate fingers wandering higher than the crest of my thigh muscle.
Fucking Leighton. She was always so good at pulling my strings.
I threw the bowtie down on the chair next to me after struggling to knot it for a third time in a row.
"Someone having a bad day?"
I heard the sneer before I saw him. I'd know that voice anywhere.
"No fucking way..." I turned and almost lost my nose as my little brother wrapped me in a giant bear hug.
And when I say little, I only mean in age. Because there is nothing small about my brother Carter. The guy's a freakish, half-man, half-giant.
"What're you doing here?" I struggled to breathe with his tree-trunk arms still wrapped around me.
"Production called us in, said we had to join you at the Charm Ceremony tonight. Hot ladies, count me in! The other one though, he's here to be the voice of reason."
"Shut up, Cart." A gravely voice chided my younger brother, and I didn't even have to get my feet on the ground to know that my older brother Julian was standing behind me.
Carter let me go, his Thor-like muscles rippling as he set me down, and I turned to give Julian the typical guy half-hug and fist-bump. "I can't believe you guys are really here."
Julian let go of me, smoothing down his grey suit. He should be the one dressing up each week. He was your typical businessman, always in formal wear with the structured speeches to boot. Except that might upset his wife and daughter, who were both obsessed with him, as he was with them.
"We had to come, check out the hotties who are going to drool on your knob for the next two months." Carter moved to the wall that housed a headshot of each woman. It was sad that they needed this in my “dressing room" in the house, but the truth was, I was still having trouble remembering some of the women's names, and I'd cut the pool from 25 to 18. Tonight it would go to 15. And out of those, there were probably only three I was seriously interested in.
Four if you counted Leighton, which I was trying not to. Even though every time I moved I was reminded of her gently massaging my knee in the kitchen last night, some unspoken emotion passing between us, joining us like two particles in a force field.
Carter's brutish hands knocked a frame over, and I sighed. My younger brother had gotten none of the class and elegance our mother had exuded. He was all our father, dark brown hair, brawny physique and larger-than-life personality. The only thing mom had passed down to him was those turquoise eyes.
Julian was a carbon copy of mom, as if she'd spit him. The tall, lean figure, dirty blonde hair, indigo eyes that matched my own, class and stoicism spilling out of every pour.
I was the half-breed, the middle child who'd inherited a mix of all of those traits and features.
"Can you please be careful. And no banging Finn's hopefuls. These girls don't need whatever disease is festering on your dick." Julian chided Carter, but I could see from the amusement in his eyes that he was half-joking.
"Lighten up, married man. Just because you're tied to the same woman and off-spring for the rest of your life doesn't mean the rest of us are jumping on the ole monogamy wagon." Carter held
I rose quietly and backed out of the room, our eyes locked until I had to turn the corner.
Chapter Eleven
Finn
N o one should ever have to wear a tuxedo this often. I should have written that into my contract, "Lead will wear sweatpants to each and every Charm Ceremony."
But here I was, messing with a cummerbund for the third week in a row, trying like hell to master tying a bowtie. Not to mention each time I shifted, my leg ached in the tight confine of the pants.
That wasn’t what I was irritated about. It was the fact that I'd almost let Leighton give me a hand job in the dark kitchen last night. Or the fact that I had hobbled back to my room and jerked it to the thought of her delicate fingers wandering higher than the crest of my thigh muscle.
Fucking Leighton. She was always so good at pulling my strings.
I threw the bowtie down on the chair next to me after struggling to knot it for a third time in a row.
"Someone having a bad day?"
I heard the sneer before I saw him. I'd know that voice anywhere.
"No fucking way..." I turned and almost lost my nose as my little brother wrapped me in a giant bear hug.
And when I say little, I only mean in age. Because there is nothing small about my brother Carter. The guy's a freakish, half-man, half-giant.
"What're you doing here?" I struggled to breathe with his tree-trunk arms still wrapped around me.
"Production called us in, said we had to join you at the Charm Ceremony tonight. Hot ladies, count me in! The other one though, he's here to be the voice of reason."
"Shut up, Cart." A gravely voice chided my younger brother, and I didn't even have to get my feet on the ground to know that my older brother Julian was standing behind me.
Carter let me go, his Thor-like muscles rippling as he set me down, and I turned to give Julian the typical guy half-hug and fist-bump. "I can't believe you guys are really here."
Julian let go of me, smoothing down his grey suit. He should be the one dressing up each week. He was your typical businessman, always in formal wear with the structured speeches to boot. Except that might upset his wife and daughter, who were both obsessed with him, as he was with them.
"We had to come, check out the hotties who are going to drool on your knob for the next two months." Carter moved to the wall that housed a headshot of each woman. It was sad that they needed this in my “dressing room" in the house, but the truth was, I was still having trouble remembering some of the women's names, and I'd cut the pool from 25 to 18. Tonight it would go to 15. And out of those, there were probably only three I was seriously interested in.
Four if you counted Leighton, which I was trying not to. Even though every time I moved I was reminded of her gently massaging my knee in the kitchen last night, some unspoken emotion passing between us, joining us like two particles in a force field.
Carter's brutish hands knocked a frame over, and I sighed. My younger brother had gotten none of the class and elegance our mother had exuded. He was all our father, dark brown hair, brawny physique and larger-than-life personality. The only thing mom had passed down to him was those turquoise eyes.
Julian was a carbon copy of mom, as if she'd spit him. The tall, lean figure, dirty blonde hair, indigo eyes that matched my own, class and stoicism spilling out of every pour.
I was the half-breed, the middle child who'd inherited a mix of all of those traits and features.
"Can you please be careful. And no banging Finn's hopefuls. These girls don't need whatever disease is festering on your dick." Julian chided Carter, but I could see from the amusement in his eyes that he was half-joking.
"Lighten up, married man. Just because you're tied to the same woman and off-spring for the rest of your life doesn't mean the rest of us are jumping on the ole monogamy wagon." Carter held
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