“Jesus.” His arm tightened as his fingers dipped inside of me, thrusting upwards.

I gasped, and then he growled, turning me in his arms. His fingers stayed inside, acting like a pivot and then I was up in his arms and he was carrying me to our room. “You’re going to be late for work.”

He kicked the door shut, dropping me onto the bed and coming right down with me.

That was totally fine with me.

Chapter Twenty-Nine

CROSS

Bren had just tore out of the house right when my phone started ringing from the bedroom.

I went back out, naked, the shower still running for me. Grabbing it, seeing who was calling, I bit back a groan.

“Yeah?”

Bren’s brother laughed harshly from the other end as I went to turn off my shower. “What a greeting. Hello to you.”

I went back, sitting on the bed and raking a hand over my hair. “Don’t start. I know you’re calling with bad news.”

“I’m not even going to ask how you know, because, of course, I am. Good news, I’m calling my sister.”

My point exactly. I sat up, the energy I had after being with Bren was fast leaving me. I was exhausted once more. “What’s up, Channing?”

“I’m coming there.”

Whoa. I jerked up. “What?” I was suddenly all the way alert, more than I wanted to be. Post-sex was usually nice and happy and lots of extra endorphins. It wasn’t this. He was putting a lid on my post-sex good feeling. “When? Why?”

“Today, and with my guys. Bren called our dad last night. You know that?”

I went still, super still. “No. When?”

“I don’t know when, but she did. What’s going on up there for her to suddenly decide to do that? I don’t want her around him. He is not good for her.”

He was preaching to me like I wasn’t the choir here. I growled back, “I know that.”

“Where’s my sister? She’s not answering her phone.”

“She went to work.”

“Wait. What?! Why’d she go there? They’re going to use her or ice her out. You weren’t supposed to let her go back.”

“What are you talking about? You’re the one who set her up with them for a job in the first place.”

“I did because they have a good reputation, and at the time, I had no clue there’d be thirty warrants issued for our dad’s MC. Is there more that you haven’t told me?”

I paused, gritting my teeth, because there was.

“Cross,” he growled at the silence.

I sighed, filling him in on my conversation with Bren’s employer yesterday.

“What. The. Fuck?! You admitted to that? He could’ve been recording you. That’s evidence he now has.”

“It wasn’t like that.”

Channing got quiet. “What do you mean?”