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  “Shoot, what’s her name again?” Sofia set the last plate on the dining table.

  “Rene,” Seth said, placing a pitcher of tea in the center before smiling at their quick handy-work.

  Sofia couldn’t help be nervous over what this woman would look like. She was ridiculously jealous and could only brace for it. Hopefully she had enough flaws. Flat chest would be nice. Few zits. Bi-focals.

  The doorbell rang and Seth sucked in an audible breath making Sofia grin. “You’re so nervous!”

  He grimaced with a light moan, panic pinching his brows. “Do you know how long it’s been since I had a civilized date?”

  “Awwww,” Sofia smiled, finding that sweet. “You’ll do fine sweetheart.” She caught Daniel’s hard gaze and wanted to laugh, kind of loving how jealous he was of any tenderness she showed his brother. “I’ll go let her in and introduce myself,” Sofia whispered, winking at Daniel as she went.

  Sofia cringed inside when she opened the door to smile at her worst nightmare. “Hi, I’m Sofia, Daniel’s fiancée. Seth’s brother?”

  “Rene.” Deep lilting voice, gorgeous smile to go with the gorgeous complexion and bright green eyes. Wow, really? A fucking Barbie doll?

  “Come in, come in, wow, you’re…gorgeous, Seth is a very lucky man.”

  She laughed, not arguing that obvious point.

  A yucky feeling pooled in Sofia’s stomach at what was in store now. She seriously hoped Rene didn’t hurt Seth. The air around this woman said she was all about game. Sofia eyed her backside, noting a perfect butt in the modestly cut, yet fitted summer dress, tanned back and legs on display. She wore white heels and was nearly a head taller than Sofia and was sure she had to be taller than Seth. Probably a few inches shorter than Daniel though. Long and thick blonde hair judging by the honking size of her chignon.

  Sofia walked her into the living room where Daniel and Seth sat. Both men stood when they entered. “Rene, so good to see you,” Seth said, looking like he didn’t know what to do with his hands. He quickly presented Daniel. “This is my brother I told you about. Daniel.”

  The sick feeling in Sofia’s stomach tripled at seeing Daniel’s expression. Did he know her? By the way he suddenly seemed ready to run out of the room, uh, yeah, he did. The idea of how he might know her made Sofia weak kneed.

  “Have a seat,” Sofia said. “Would you care for something to drink?”

  “Wine please.” She tossed the request at Sofia like she was some waitress, while eying Daniel with a slight smile on her lips.

  “I’ll get it.” This from Daniel who disappeared like the Flash.

  “Seth, what can I get for you?” Sofia asked, fighting down anger.

  “I’ll have the same Sofia.”

  “I’ll be right back then.”

  Sofia’s smile disappeared the second she turned. Entering the kitchen, she found Daniel pouring two glasses of wine. “Who is the second glass for?”

  “Seth. I heard him say he wanted some.”

  “Oh, okay.” Sofia put her back against the counter and studied his profile. Hard. Unreadable. “She seems nice at least. Beautiful too.”

  “I wouldn’t say that, we barely met her.”

  Sofia nodded too many times. “True.”

  “Why don’t you take this to them and I’ll get dinner on the table.” Daniel still didn’t look at her and Sofia was really getting annoyed.

  “No. I’m not doing this alone, you’re staying by me.”

  He set the wine bottle down and turned to her. Before Sofia could wonder over the turmoil in his gaze, he crushed her body to his and stormed her mouth with his tongue. He was distracting her. Sofia gripped his shoulders, hating how good he was at that.

  His lips broke away from hers and moved hungrily over her chin to her neck, his teeth nipping as he went.

  “Daniel, stop, please.”

  He slid his hand down her back and cupped her ass, squeezing hard before pressing her against his groin. God, he was so aroused. The idea infuriated Sofia and she pushed away. “Stop it. We have company.”

  “I’m sure they would like to be alone—”

  “No! I’m sure Seth does not want to be alone, haven’t you noticed how nervous he is?”

  “So? Let him figure life out, I’m not his daddy.”

  “You’re his big brother,” Sofia whispered, more pissed than she had reason to be. “Can’t you for once think of his needs?”

  The anger that flashed across his face meant her words did more damage than she’d meant them to. Shit, she hadn’t even meant to say it, or organize them that way in the sentence to sound like he was selfish. And it hadn’t been just anger in his eyes, but pain. Son of a bitch, why was he being so difficult? “Fifteen minutes Daniel, then I’m yours?”

  He turned and lifted both glasses of wine. “Suit yourself, Sofia.” He headed to the living room. “Bring the wine, will you?” This without looking back.

  She watched his back as he went without her. Without her! And the way he’d said her name, like the magic word, like this was a game and he was giving her what she wanted. But it was tinged with mock, contaminating it, desecrating it. Little shit.

  Sofia followed him wobbly kneed, praying for strength to endure whatever was coming, sure it wouldn’t be anything good. Returning to the living room with a bright smile, she sat next to Daniel. He scooted over a little and pain stabbed her. Where the fuck was anger when you needed it? Oh, right, that went out the window when she’d decided to fall madly in love with him, now she got hurt, not angry. Fuck that.

  “Oh phooey, I forgot our glasses honey, I’ll go get them.” She needed a drink if she were going to survive this without becoming a blathering bleeding heart.

  “So how long has it been since you left the practice?” Rene was asking on Sofia’s return. “I don’t like changing doctor’s I’ll have you know.”

  Sofia fought to keep her smile as she sat next to Daniel. “Oh so you know Daniel?” Sofia poured herself a hefty glass.

  “Yes, he was my doctor before I started college.”

  Sofia noticed Seth seemed at least half as perturbed as Sofia at this news. Apparently he thought she would’ve mentioned that tid bit? Yeah, you’d think. Did Seth not give Daniel’s name to her maybe? Just that he was a doctor? Sofia smiled at Seth, wishing she could figure out what to say to find that out. “Daniel has been out of practice since we opened the Bakery. What Hun…” She turned to Daniel. “Four months now?”

  Rene’s perfect brows arched, eyes remaining locked on Daniel. “Bakery? How cute.” She sipped her wine and put her hand on Seth’s knee. “I’m sure that’s a lot less stressful than gynecology?”

  Sofia looked at Daniel who took a drink of wine, nodding. “Much less.”

  “I didn’t know you knew my brother,” Seth said.

  Ohhhh, so he was perturbed.

  “Oh, well, I couldn’t be sure he was the same Dr. Daniel Fletcher sweetie.”

  “I doubt they have more than one gynecologist named Dr. Daniel Fletcher,” Seth said.

  Sofia tensed at the edge in his tone but Rene didn’t seem to mind at all judging by her giggle. “Seth,” she met his surprisingly sturdy gaze. “Are you jealous?” Like that would be so silly and immature, or out of his league.

  Sofia was proud that he held her gaze as long as he did. But then he ruined it with his answer. “Maybe.”

  She wanted to say don’t be, she’s a bitch. “Don’t know why you would be Seth, with all the women that ask about you at the Bakery.”

  All eyes turned to Sofia and she nodded through the news flash looks on their faces. That’s right, Missie, Seth had other options.

  “Interesting,” Daniel muttered.

  “Well I’m not surprised, he’s as handsome as his brother.” Sofia patted Daniel’s leg without looking, sipping her wine. “And talented.”

  Rene regarded Seth. “What sort of talents are you hiding from me?”

  Seth looked at Sofia with a now what panicked expression. She glanced at Daniel, not finding any help in his quirked brows. Shit. “Well he can certainly cook for one. Are we hungry? I’m starving for some of Seth’s cooking. Someday he’ll make a lucky lady very happy. ”

  Rene smiled sweetly before slicing those green eyes Daniel’s way. “Just like his brother.”

  Sofia’s gut tightened and she laughed a little too loud. How would she know if he could cook? Or had she meant to say Sofia was happy. Or was she talking about fucking him?

  Daniel got up. “I’ll serve the food and call everybody when it’s ready.”

  “I’ll help.” Sofia rose.

  “It’s not necessary. Why don’t you stay and entertain the guests.”

  “Nonsense, they don’t need a third leg.” Sofia followed Daniel, glaring at his back as she went.

  Chapter Five

  Once in the kitchen, Sofia stopped and stared at him with her hands on her hips while he walked about, pretending like nothing was wrong. She strolled up to him, her heart ready to beat out of her damn chest. “So you know her.”

  Daniel stirred the contents of the pot, not looking at her. “Yes.”

  Oh he did not just use that tone. That so what tone, that and your point is tone.

  “How?”

  “I think she said how.” He still didn’t meet her gaze.

  “Don’t fucking play with me Daniel, did you…” Her mouth clamped shut with her throat. She couldn’t bring herself to voice the disgusting words.

  He covered the pot and looked at her. “And if I did?”

  Sofia began to tremble with fury. And if I did? Did he just say that? Like that?

  He leaned against the counter on the opposite side and crossed his arms. “But I’m sure my brother’s talents will far surpass mine, either way.”

  “You sound envious.”

  “At least I’m not bragging about how amazing she was.”

  Sofia couldn’t stop her gasp.

  Daniel closed his eyes. “I didn’t mean she was amazing, she wasn’t.”

  “Oh I just bet. No, she wasn’t amazing, she was perfect, look at her she’s miss fucking America.”

  “Sofia.” Daniel suddenly appeared like he wanted to murder. He pointed toward the living room. “Do you really think that little bastard didn’t know all this? Don’t you see what he’s doing?”

  Sofia’s eyes widened, not getting it. “No Daniel, I don’t. Didn’t you see his face when she informed us that you were her doctor!?”

  Daniel gave a huge smirk. “He is a fucking liar. I knew there was something wrong with him, I knew he was up to something with his little pathetic baby brother act.” Daniel made a cry baby voice and face before resuming his serial killer persona. “He planned this shit, I promise you. He is trying to split us up so he can have you. And—” Daniel gestured to her, “—you seem to be falling right for it. Maybe because that’s what you really want? After all, there are so many beautiful women asking for the handsome Seth at the Bakery.”

  Sofia’s mouth gaped before she hissed the whisper, “You know I was just saying that for him, to even the playing field with miss thank you for inviting me so I can see your brother that I fucked!”

  “And why do you fucking care so much about him?” he asked.

  “No Daniel, why don’t you care! You’re always treating him like dirt, not giving him a chance.”

  Fury hardened his face. “How about fuck him and fuck you.”

  Sofia stood there, watching him storm out the back door.

  Oh no, he was not leaving her to deal with this shit alone. She stormed after him and blocked him from getting in the car. “You are so not running away and leaving me here.”

  “Move.”

  “I’m not moving.”

  He took her by the shoulders and moved her aside but as soon as he let go, Sofia scrambled back into place. “You’re not leaving.” She pointed a finger in his face. “And put your hands on me like that again and I will knee you in the balls.”

  He stared at her for several seconds then stormed back in the house. Sofia followed him to the bedroom. “So you’re going to hide out in here? Leave me to deal with this alone? Deal with your whore?”

  He walked to the door and locked it then turned to face her. “Not at all.” He began unbuttoning his shirt. “I don’t have a whore. And you can stay in here with me, let the talented Mr. Seth figure out what to do with that bitch.” He took off his shirt and Sofia hated her body for responding.

  “Why are you getting undressed?” she asked, forcing her voice hard as she turned around when he undid his pants.

  “Why do you care?”

  Shit. He was right behind her. With sex in his voice. “Funny you should be aroused while she’s in the house.” Fury made her jaw ache.

  “Yes, funny. As funny as you loving on my brother so much?”

  She spun around. “Really? I’m nice to him and…” Sofia refused to let her eyes waver from his and lower to look at what he was doing to himself.

  “And?” he whispered.

  She closed her eyes, focusing past the wet sounds his hand created while he stroked his cock. “…and…” God and what?

  “I want you to watch me. Sofia.”

  She kept her eyes closed. “Is that what she did?” Dammit her voice was pitifully hoarse.

  “Never.”

  “How can you do this…with her in the house?”

  He gave a low hiss before whispering, “Because of you. Sofia.” He sounded closer. Close enough to feel his ragged breaths. “Because with you…I’m free of my past. Even though it’s sitting in my living room, there’s only you.” Sofia shuddered when his fingers stroked along her arm. “You’re in my mind, my body…” he stroked her cheek. “…you’re in my heart.”

  Damn him! She dropped to her knees and took his cock into her mouth, sucking hungrily. Damn him for being so perfect. So. Blessed. Perfect. Mmmm and God he tasted amazing. She raked her nails over his abs, relishing in his gasps, in the urgent grip of his fingers as they latched into her hair. Relished in the way he pressed his cock deep into her mouth and hit the back of her throat.

  She moaned all over him, holding his hips, working his length in and out of her mouth, paying attention to the sensitive head with each stroke, licking the thick rim until there was pain in her scalp where he pulled with a desperation. She stroked at his balls carefully, running her fingertips over them, reaching between his legs, leaning to lick and suck them gently into her mouth while circling the head of his cock with the palm of her hand. She looked up at him, staring into his hungry gaze. “You taste so good,” she moaned, licking along his shaft before making out with the head, her lips and tongue dancing on him with a delicate tenderness.

  “Oh God, Sofia.” His voice croaked like he hurt.

  “Go lay in the bed,” she told him, kissing her way up his body. He stood there, unmoving and she looked him in the eyes. The tormented heat in his gaze nearly made her come. He loved her commanding him. And she loved doing it. “In the center, knees up, legs open wide.”

  He swallowed, seeming frozen to the spot. Like he waged some kind of war in his mind and body.

  Sofia took his hand and pulled him to his destination. Looking over her shoulder when she got to the bed, she bit her lower lip at the picture before her. So unsure and…timid. A near fragile countenance, the persona of almost…a young boy.

  Sofia’s heart suddenly throbbed in her chest at the idea that he was scared of what he was feeling, what was happening. She closed the distance between them and began kissing his chest, stroking the corded muscles in his neck, roaming her fingers through his hair. “Shhhh.” She looked up at him then placed delicate kisses at the edge of his mouth. “You’re safe with me.”

  His lips slowly softened under hers as he relaxed. “Lay in the bed for me baby,” she whispered against his lips.

  He climbed in the bed and laid on his back, staring at her. She followed, kneeling next to him, unbuttoning her blouse. “You want to see me?” she asked.

  His gaze was already riveted to her hands. “Yes,” he rasped, his cock jerking.

  Sofia eyed his beautiful shaft while slipping out of her top. Sitting in only her lace black bra, she took in his spectacular body. She finally met his gaze. It was locked on her face, waiting. “Touch your cock for me Daniel.”

  He did as she said and she watched, her stomach clenching with the need to have him deep inside her.

  “Use both hands.” She stood and removed her skirt, keeping the black lace panties on. Once on the bed, she knelt between his semi-parted legs, her hungry gaze on his cock and everything else between his muscular thighs. He was beautiful. “Rub here for me.”

  Sofia ran a finger over his balls then lifted his legs, bending them at the knees before slowly pushing them open. With his knees nearly touched the bed on either side, he let out a groan, the position apparently extremely arousing to him. Sofia raked her nails along the inside of his thighs then very lightly over his balls. “You look so sexy like this Daniel.”

  He gasped, stroking his cock, his head going back with a sound of guttural ecstasy. Sofia slipped out of her bra, getting up on her knees between his legs. His breaths were filled with constant moans and grunts now and his stomach muscles contracted from the building pleasure. “You make me so hot and wet when you feel good, I love the way you sound.” She danced her finger over the slit of his cock and he gasped, watching. “And the way you look. God, yes, pump your hips.” He did and she cupped his ass cheeks when he lifted it off the bed, her fingers eagerly digging into the muscle. She sat on the bed between his legs so that she had a close up view of the action. Close enough to taste if she wanted. She made sultry sounds, cooing him on. “Do it Daniel.” She stroked along his shaft around his own hands. “Make your pretty cock hot and hard for me. I want to see you come like this.”

 

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