Emilio doesn’t take his eyes off me. He stares down at me with a look of awe on his face.
“Fucking incredible,” he says, slipping his cock out of my mouth. He bends down, his hands go under my arms, and he lifts me to my feet. “I’m never going to get enough of you.”
“Well, for right now, you’re going to have to put your sexcapade fantasies on hold. I do have to get to school,” I remind him. “But thanks for… washing my back.” I wink as I step out of the shower, leaving him in there.
I wrap a towel around myself and walk into my closet, throwing on a pair of jeans and an old band shirt. I tie my hair up in a messy bun, because that’s all I have time to do. Emilio is still in the shower when I walk out again.
I head for the kitchen, turn on the coffee machine, and pull down two cups. A knock at the door has me pausing. Shit. Who the hell is here this early? The knock sounds again, and then I hear a key turning the lock. I look towards the bedroom, praying that Emilio doesn’t walk out.
I get to the door just as my brother is opening it. “Jesus, Alfie, what if I was walking around naked? You can’t just help yourself into my apartment!” I yell at him, louder than I should, hoping Emilio gets the point to stay hidden.
Alfie frowns at me. “You look dressed to me.”
“What are you doing here?” I ask him.
“You wake up on the wrong side of the bed or something? Why are you so bitchy this morning?”
“I don’t know, maybe because you’re just helping yourself to my apartment. Please do come in,” I huff as my brother walks past me.
He looks at my kitchen counter and freezes. Then he slowly turns around. “Who’s here, Frankie?”
“No one,” I lie.
“Then why are there two cups on your counter by your coffee machine?”
“I knew you were coming.” I smirk.
“No, you didn’t. Who’s here?” Alfie turns towards my bedroom.
Fuck.
And that’s the moment Emilio chooses to walk out, wearing a fucking towel around his waist.
Chapter Seventeen
“Fuck no!” Alfie yells, and then he’s storming towards me with a murderous look on his face.
I let him land the first punch when I see his fist swing out. Because, well, after what I’ve been doing with his sister, I deserve it. But that’s all I’m letting him get.
I duck when he throws another jab my way. As much as every fighter instinct inside me tells me to hit back, to knock his ass on the fucking ground and make him stay there, I can’t do that. He’s her fucking brother, and I’m not about to risk pissing her off.
“Stop!” Frankie shrieks and pushes at Alfie, who is trying to swing at me again.
I stop moving, focusing on her. I pick Frankie up and stand her behind me, turning my back to Alfie, because I’m fucking furious at his sister right now.
“Are you out of your mind? Don’t ever get between two men fighting, Frankie. Jesus fucking Christ, what if he hit you?” I ask her.
“He’s not going to hit me.” She rolls her eyes. “And you two need to stop.” Frankie looks behind me. Her eyes widen. And then the sound of a gun being cocked rings out through my ears. It’s pure instinct when I spin around and push Frankie farther back.
“You either need to pull that trigger or put it away,” I tell Alfie.
Before he can make a decision, I hook a foot behind his left ankle and wipe his legs out from under him. I push his shoulders and he drops backwards. Cocky fucker wasn’t expecting me to do anything.
The gun fires as I snatch it out of his hand.
“Fucking idiot.” I lose whatever sense of control I had and jump on top of him, throwing the gun across the floor as my fist slams into his face and then the asshole manages to get a roll on me. I’m stuck under him as the cocksucker lands another blow to my jaw.
Fuck, he hits hard.