Beneath These Scars (Beneath #4)(12)

What the hell?

I shoved open the glass door, and my eyes zeroed in on the bare, heart-shaped ass and toned legs that flashed in the water as a woman swam in my lap lane.

How? I had no idea. Who? Also no f*cking clue. But I wasn’t going to interrupt this show for anything. My night had just gotten a whole hell of a lot better.

She swam for another few minutes before floating out of the current and standing with her back to me. Time to solve the mystery.

“How the hell did you get in here? And more importantly, how can I have you strip on command if you’re already naked?”

She spun to face me, all wet, naked curves. Immediately my eyes dropped to her round tits tipped with nipples just a shade darker and pinker than her skin.

Her mouth dropped open and she screamed. The shrill sound echoed off the glass walls of the room, and she ducked underwater just as she remembered to cover herself.

A shame, really. My eyes moved up to her face.

What the hell? Was that—? No way.

Yve?

My dick, already hard from watching her swim, pulsed against my zipper. My dress pants would do little to hide my hard-on, but I didn’t give a damn. This was my house, and she was the one trespassing—naked.

Her expression flashed from confusion to realization, and then morphed into indignation. “What the f*ck are you doing here?” she demanded, her words rife with disbelief.

“What am I doing here? It’s my house.”

Her brows wrinkled together into a deep V, as if she was working out some complex scenario. “You’re Levi’s brother,” she finally said. “No way. No goddamn way. His name isn’t Titan.”

Levi. She was f*cking my brother? The punk was on his way to New Zealand. Why the hell did he have his girlfriend in my house? And why didn’t I know the woman I haven’t stopped thinking about is f*cking my brother? Frustration and anger boiled through me hot and fast.

“It was before he decided to legally drop it and just go with Levi. Like the kid is Prince or something.”

It had been a rebellious move as soon as he’d graduated from military school and told me he was going to pursue his career in music. One year living in LA waiting tables had cured him of that, but the legal name change had already been done. Now he was finally back in college, and on an extended mid-semester break. And what did my little brother do? Use his quarterly trust fund distribution to buy a plane ticket to New Zealand to visit a sheep farm or some shit like that.

Yve couldn’t be involved with Levi. But then, how the hell would she know him if she wasn’t dating him? Levi didn’t exactly have many friends. But if they were together, wouldn’t he have told her who he was? No. He wouldn’t have. That was my brother. Deny the money to the very end, except when he got the bright idea to spend a couple of weeks in New Zealand.

I still didn’t believe it. She had to be almost ten years older than him. Not that there was anything wrong with that, but wouldn’t I have known? It didn’t make sense.

“How do you know my brother, and why are you here if he’s on his way to New Zealand?”

Yve’s gaze on me was hard as she wrapped her arms around her body more tightly, almost as tightly as her lips were pressed together. “He works for me at Dirty Dog. He said no one would be home.”

His boss? Then she was fair game. Satisfaction pulsed within me.

“That doesn’t answer my question about why you’re naked in my pool. Not that I don’t appreciate the view.”

Her cheeks flushed a deeper pink, and the color reminded me of her nipples. My dick once again jerked against my suit pants in response. Now that I’d seen those tits, I’d never get them out of my head. I needed to see them again. Now.

“Look, I didn’t know,” she said. “I never would’ve come here if I’d known this was your house. He said it’d be empty, and I needed a place to crash for the night.” She lifted her arm, unable to suppress the natural urge to gesture, and the movement revealed a flash of nipple.

Come on, gorgeous. Throw yourself at me like the rest of them. I’ll f*cking catch you.

Flushing deeper when she realized what she’d done, Yve slapped her arm back down to cover any other accidental peeks, and sank further beneath the surface.

Some of the most beautiful women I’d ever seen had performed intricately planned stripteases, and that little flash of nipple from Yve Santos was having more of an effect on my cock. Apparently my dick had declared its preference for honey-tanned skin, dark brown waves, and eyes the color of amber.

I wasn’t going to argue with it, because I wanted her. So I would have her. That was how life worked when you were Lucas Titan.

“I think you’ve overstayed your welcome in my pool,” I drawled.

“Then how about you hand me a towel?” she shot back.

“I think you’re capable of getting it yourself, woman.”

Her eyes widened in shock. Was she expecting a gentleman? I wasn’t in the mood. No, I wanted to see Yve dripping wet and naked. I wondered if she’d turn this into a battle of wills. The thought turned me on even more.

What was it about this woman?

She straightened her shoulders even as she hugged herself again. “You’re a dick, you know that?”

“I’m aware. It’s also my house, my pool, and my rules.”