Wilde at Heart (Wilde Security, #3)(13)

“I don’t understand the problem. You had an orgasm,” she said from the doorway, throwing his own words back at him so sweetly his teeth ached. Then she was gone.

“Shelby!”

He heard the outer door click shut and groaned, dropping his head to the pillow. He gave his wrists a good tug, but that only tightened the tie. He tried again and the material constricted hard around his wrists.

Jesus. What kind of knot had she used?

He looked at the phone and groaned again, then hit the speed dial.

Fuck. He was going to regret this.

“Don’t. Say. A. Word.”

Greer just stared at him for an endless five seconds, then finally shook his head and walked into the bedroom, drawing a pocketknife from his jacket. “I’d guarantee something like this from Jude. Expect it from Vaughn. Hell, even Cam, I wouldn’t be surprised. But you?” He cut the silk material in one clean slice. “I could live a million years and I’d’ve never expected to find you tied to a bed with your cock hanging out.”

Reece sat up and rubbed his hands together, trying to work some feeling back into his fingers. “I told you, not a word.”

Greer scooped up Shelby’s thong with the tip of his knife and raised a brow. Leopard print. Because of course it was. “Not really a good look for you, bro.”

“You know damn well it isn’t mine.”

“Yeah, and I’m intrigued.” Greer flipped the thong toward him and it landed on his face, the lacy strap getting caught on his nose. He snatched it away, but not before he got a lung full of Shelby’s scent. Lust shot through his blood and settled in his cock.

Jesus. Even with his brother in the room, her scent lit his fuse and set him off like he was a f*cking firework. He needed to find her and when he did…

Oh, she was going to pay for this.

“I’d always kinda wondered if you were a tightly closeted gay,” Greer said, and that snapped him out of his lusty thoughts as good as a punch in the balls. “Or…I don’t know. Asexual?”

For a second, Reece’s mouth didn’t work. “Y-you what?”

“It’s fine if you are,” Greer added. “I don’t care who you f*ck. Or don’t f*ck. That’s your business. You’ll always be my brother, no matter what.”

“I’m not gay. Or—asexual.”

“Well, yeah, I know that now,” Greer said with the faintest hint of a smirk.

“Why the hell would you think…no, hang on. I’m not having this conversation naked.” He climbed out of bed and fastened his pants, then stripped off his unbuttoned shirt, which was damp from the bourbon, and folded it, set it on the end of the bed. He’d have to send it to the hotel’s laundry or it would stain.

As he turned to face Greer again, he grabbed the bourbon from the nightstand where Shelby had left it and took a long pull. He had a feeling he’d need alcohol for the coming conversation.

Greer eyed him. “Take it easy. You already smell like a distillery.”

“Body shots,” he muttered. And because the memory heated him up more than the bourbon, he took another pull from the bottle.

Greer made a choking sound. “Body shots?”

He lifted a shoulder. “What happens in Vegas…”

Greer pinched the bridge of his nose. “Christ, I need a drink. No,” he added when Reece offered him the bottle. “Not that one. I’ll get my own.”

It was for the better, Reece decided and followed his brother to the living area. He planned to drink until he could no longer feel Shelby’s lips on him, until her scent left his nose and stopped f*cking with his brain function. That would probably take every last ounce in the bottle. And then some.

He dropped to the couch and stared out the windows at the glittering neon of the strip. “What the hell made you think I’m gay?”

Greer grabbed a beer from the fridge and popped off the cap without a bottle opener. “Because you’ve never shown any interest in women.”

“And I have in men?”

“No. I just thought you were confused or embarrassed or—I don’t know. You haven’t seemed interested in sex, period, which is what led me to the asexual conclusion.”

“I’ve dated.”

“Yeah? Who?”

Reece fished through his memory for a name, any name, and came up empty. There had been women, here and there, but…

Yeah, he had nothing.

Greer pointed the neck of his bottle like a finger. “Exactly.”

“I’ve been busy.”

“Yeah, you had an empire to build. Money to make.”

If he wasn’t mistaken, sorrow tinged Greer’s tone, and that kind of pissed him off. “We both know Wilde Security wouldn’t exist right now if I hadn’t built that empire. It’s the only thing keeping our heads above water.”

Greer paced over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and drank his beer in silence for several minutes. The neon lights from the street below played over his hard-planed face, highlighting the dark shadows under his eyes. Jude had once said Greer looked like their dad. And until that moment, Reece hadn’t really paid enough attention to see it. He did now, though. Those broad shoulders filling out a six foot, five inch frame, dark hair buzzed to the scalp and even darker eyes, a square-jawed face made of hard edges… Jesus, Greer was Dad’s clone and the realization tightened like a vise around Reece’s heart.