Dash liked to show up where Xander was. Even as kids, Xander would wake up and see his sibling sleeping on the floor in his room. But the look on Dash’s face now wasn’t good, and it had nothing to do with finding Xander almost making Sasha come in the kitchen. And he would have had her moaning his name with just the rocking of his hips. Hell, he’d probably have come, too, in his sweats like a fucking teen.

Except they’d been interrupted, and he was still hard and stuck with Dash, who shoved his hands into the front pockets of his jeans. “I think Dominic may quit,” he said.

“Hell.” Losing their drummer would be a huge blow to the band, who had been together since the beginning. “Want to talk about it?”

Dash shook his head. “I just wanted a breather from the pressure, so I came here. How about you?” He pulled out a chair and sat down, straddling the back. “Exactly what did I walk in on?”

Xander raised an eyebrow. “You need a lesson in sex ed?”

“Fuck you,” Dash said, laughing. “You know what I meant.”

“I already told you I know what I’m doing.” And he wasn’t going to discuss his feelings for Sasha with his brother. Hell, he had no desire to think about them himself.

“How about we get the house ready for the family?” Xander slung an arm around his brother’s shoulders.

No matter how much he’d rather be continuing what he started with Sasha, he wouldn’t throw his brother out when he was obviously in need.

***

Sasha returned to her room and pulled herself together. Putting that make-out session out of her mind was impossible, but at least she had something to focus on. If Xander’s family was coming over, she needed to make a good impression.

While she thought about what to wear, she called Cassidy, only to find out her friend had decided to visit a relative who lived right outside the city and couldn’t make it to the Hamptons today. Which Sasha understood. It was a last-minute invitation.

Standing by the closet, where she’d unpacked a few outfits, she scanned her clothes, including remembering what was still in the suitcase. She didn’t want to be too dressed up, like she was looking for attention, nor so casual that it seemed like she didn’t care.

She bit down on her lower lip, the same lip Xander had sucked and tugged on a few minutes ago, and shook her head.