edge of pain that she fought to keep hidden sliced his heart like a dull knife.
“Nothing to be concerned about.” Brock shrugged, forcing the lie past his lips. He wanted to keep Sarah; at least until he knew if the obsession he had always had for her went deeper than just lust.
“Is that why Dr. Bennett had a message on his machine this morning that you were bringing a patient in for an exam and a prescription of birth control pills?” Marly dropped her own little bomb, watching him carefully. “He called this morning to set up the appointment time. By the way, he said late afternoon would work.”
Brock felt a stirring of lust and tamped it down ruthlessly. Soon, he would be able to take Sarah, to thrust into her and feel his own release shatter through him as it vibrated against the walls of her flesh.
“He’s zoning out on us, Munchkin,” Sam sighed with exaggerated patience. “He’s a goner.”
Brock flashed him an irritated look. He didn’t need Sam’s highjinks right now. He also caught the flash of fear in Marly’s eyes and his chest clenched. He didn’t want to hurt Marly. It was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Her ex was at her house when we showed up last night. It was late.” He shrugged, keeping his eyes on his cup.
“So you’re taking her home?” There was a measure of relief in Marly’s voice. Brock wanted to hit something. He could feel the pain of this boiling through his system, making him want to curse in fury.
“Yeah, soon as she’s ready. Then I’ll run the bastard out of her house and put the fear of Brock in him.” He grinned crookedly, though he felt like howling. Lora Leigh
Sarah’s Seduction
38
He avoided Sam’s look, knowing his twin would sense the emotions he was keeping carefully under control. He hadn’t expected this, though he admitted he should have. He had hoped, no, he had believed Marly would eventually welcome any woman he claimed into the house. He hadn’t thought she would feel insecure, hurt.
“Hey, Marly, you’re gonna be late for your own appointment this morning,” Sam told her laughing. “It’s nearly ten. Didn’t you schedule with Denise for eleven?”
Denise Lamont did the intimate waxing, plucking and toning of Marly’s body.
“Damn.” Marly swallowed the last drink of coffee and jumped to her feet. “You’re right, and she’ll kill me if I’m late.”
She left the kitchen hurriedly, leaving Sam and Brock alone, the silence thickening harshly around them.
“What are you gonna do?” Sam finally asked him curiously. Brock shook his head, hunching his shoulders as he sipped at his coffee. There was nothing to do but accept it. He hated it. The pain of it lay in his gut like acid. But what else could he do? He couldn’t hurt Marly.
“I heard her and Cade this morning. She was crying, Brock. Cade’s furious.” Sam kept his voice low as he leaned closer to Brock.
Brock grimaced, his own anger surging through his body. Dammit, it was his home too. His right. A right Marly’s pain would steal away from him. There was no sense in arguing the fairness of it, or of bemoaning it. Marly hadn’t been raised as they had been. She had been sheltered, loved during the years she had lived in their home. She didn’t understand the bond they shared, the needs they had.
“I’ll take care of it.” Brock shook his head.
Silence descended once again. It was strained, questions unsaid, explanations no longer important now.
“How will you take care of it?” Sam finally asked him quietly. Brock flashed him a disgruntled look.
“I don’t know, Sam, do I need your permission, whatever I do?”
Sam sighed again. He pushed his fingers through his hair, and Brock knew Sam was feeling his own frustration. Brock could only imagine how Cade felt.
“She won’t handle Cade touching another woman, I don’t think.” Sam shook his head sadly. “It’s what Cade’s been afraid of.”
“And I won’t push her into it,” Brock
“Nothing to be concerned about.” Brock shrugged, forcing the lie past his lips. He wanted to keep Sarah; at least until he knew if the obsession he had always had for her went deeper than just lust.
“Is that why Dr. Bennett had a message on his machine this morning that you were bringing a patient in for an exam and a prescription of birth control pills?” Marly dropped her own little bomb, watching him carefully. “He called this morning to set up the appointment time. By the way, he said late afternoon would work.”
Brock felt a stirring of lust and tamped it down ruthlessly. Soon, he would be able to take Sarah, to thrust into her and feel his own release shatter through him as it vibrated against the walls of her flesh.
“He’s zoning out on us, Munchkin,” Sam sighed with exaggerated patience. “He’s a goner.”
Brock flashed him an irritated look. He didn’t need Sam’s highjinks right now. He also caught the flash of fear in Marly’s eyes and his chest clenched. He didn’t want to hurt Marly. It was the last thing he wanted to do.
“Her ex was at her house when we showed up last night. It was late.” He shrugged, keeping his eyes on his cup.
“So you’re taking her home?” There was a measure of relief in Marly’s voice. Brock wanted to hit something. He could feel the pain of this boiling through his system, making him want to curse in fury.
“Yeah, soon as she’s ready. Then I’ll run the bastard out of her house and put the fear of Brock in him.” He grinned crookedly, though he felt like howling. Lora Leigh
Sarah’s Seduction
38
He avoided Sam’s look, knowing his twin would sense the emotions he was keeping carefully under control. He hadn’t expected this, though he admitted he should have. He had hoped, no, he had believed Marly would eventually welcome any woman he claimed into the house. He hadn’t thought she would feel insecure, hurt.
“Hey, Marly, you’re gonna be late for your own appointment this morning,” Sam told her laughing. “It’s nearly ten. Didn’t you schedule with Denise for eleven?”
Denise Lamont did the intimate waxing, plucking and toning of Marly’s body.
“Damn.” Marly swallowed the last drink of coffee and jumped to her feet. “You’re right, and she’ll kill me if I’m late.”
She left the kitchen hurriedly, leaving Sam and Brock alone, the silence thickening harshly around them.
“What are you gonna do?” Sam finally asked him curiously. Brock shook his head, hunching his shoulders as he sipped at his coffee. There was nothing to do but accept it. He hated it. The pain of it lay in his gut like acid. But what else could he do? He couldn’t hurt Marly.
“I heard her and Cade this morning. She was crying, Brock. Cade’s furious.” Sam kept his voice low as he leaned closer to Brock.
Brock grimaced, his own anger surging through his body. Dammit, it was his home too. His right. A right Marly’s pain would steal away from him. There was no sense in arguing the fairness of it, or of bemoaning it. Marly hadn’t been raised as they had been. She had been sheltered, loved during the years she had lived in their home. She didn’t understand the bond they shared, the needs they had.
“I’ll take care of it.” Brock shook his head.
Silence descended once again. It was strained, questions unsaid, explanations no longer important now.
“How will you take care of it?” Sam finally asked him quietly. Brock flashed him a disgruntled look.
“I don’t know, Sam, do I need your permission, whatever I do?”
Sam sighed again. He pushed his fingers through his hair, and Brock knew Sam was feeling his own frustration. Brock could only imagine how Cade felt.
“She won’t handle Cade touching another woman, I don’t think.” Sam shook his head sadly. “It’s what Cade’s been afraid of.”
“And I won’t push her into it,” Brock
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