time.”
Derek slapped his wine glass onto the table, the liquid sloshing precariously close to the edge. “We didn’t sleep with her, Lily. We fucked her. Until I got stupid.”
Deflated, he hung his head. He was clearly drunker than he’d realized because he told her the truth. “Tom and I used to share women all the time. The last time was six months ago.”
“What happened?” Lily whispered, putting her glass down and hugging Derek.
He laid his head on her chest, just like he had when he was a nervous college kid trying to explain his sexuality to a sixteen-year-old girl. “I touched him.”
Lily took a deep breath. “What did he do?”
“I don’t think he realized I was touching him. I mean, she was riding me and sucking him off. He was kneeling right by my head.” He hesitated, suddenly realizing that Tom’s sister wouldn’t want to hear all the details.
“It’s okay,” she said. “Keep going. I think you’ve held this inside for too long. For tonight, we’re going to pretend he’s not my brother.”
Derek needed to talk. He needed to have someone who really knew him listen. “His head was tilted back, and he wasn’t looking at her. I reached over and slid my hand up the inside of his leg. By the time I reached his balls, he was coming. I let go, and that was it.”
“Why don’t you share women anymore?” Lily asked. “Tom doesn’t know what you did. Or if he knew, he didn’t mind.”
Derek raised his gaze to her. “The woman saw what I did,” he whispered. “And worse, I know I won’t be able to stop with a touch next time. I’ve loved him since we were teenagers.”
“Oh, Derek,” Lily said, holding him close. “Maybe—”
“No.” Derek voice was gruff but absolute. “I know Tom is completely straight. I’ll be fine.”
They were silent for a few minutes. “Lily?” Derek asked. His voice sounded sad and insecure. “Can we just lie down for a while?”
“Sure, sweetie,” Lily said.
She lay down, and he put his arm around her waist. Derek pulled the throw blanket over them, and before either could think it through, they slept.
Chapter 8
Jake was worried and pissed. Where was Lily? He knew she was too sore to have sex, but did that mean she didn’t expect him to come just to spend time with her? He waited at her house until after midnight.
At six the next morning, he was back there again. Her car still wasn’t in the driveway, and there was no answer at her door. Where could she have been all night?
He called Tom.
“What?” Tom answered, sounding like the call had woken him but also alert. It must have been the years in law enforcement.
“Lily’s missing.” Jake tried not to sound like an alarmist, but he was alarmed.
“What do you mean, missing?” Even the trace of fatigue in Tom’s voice was gone now.
“She’s not home. She wasn’t home last night either. Is she at your house?”
“No.” Jake heard the sounds of Tom dressing. “Did you check at Derek’s apartment?” Tom sounded pissed.
“No,” Jake barked. “Why would she be there?”
“Fuck, Jake. I don’t know. I didn’t think Derek would betray our friendship by sleeping with my little sister but we need to find out. If she’s not there, I’ll have to see if I can put a BOLO out on her.”
Jake jumped into his truck and headed toward Derek’s house. He heard Tom get into his car. He pulled up in front of Derek’s house, right behind Lily’s car. “It looks like she’s here,” Jake said.
Tom sucked in a breath. “Fucking bastard,” he muttered. “I’ll be right there. Don’t go inside.” Then he hung up.
Jake waited, leaning against his truck. He clenched his jaw so tight he thought he’d crack one of his molars. On one hand, they hadn’t discussed being exclusive. On the other hand, she had been a virgin just two days ago. He’d never thought she’d have sex with him then jump right into another guy’s bed. Besides, wasn’t she supposed to be too
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