I scrutinize Coleâs face. His muscles are bunched tight across his shirt, and his jaw clenches. I know Iâve hurt him. That I insulted him when I said I wanted my cum to be for Tia.
But itâs true, it was meant for her.
My first time was meant for her, not him.
I stare at him, his eyes soften, and the anger behind them slowly dissipates when my words appear to register.
I snap my eyes away, unwilling to see the sympathy behind them.
Clearing my throat, I decide to change the subject. âThe guy Iâve hired to investigate the Lancasters has said the husbandââââI search the email on the screenââââTimothy Lancaster is a crooked senator. Unable to have children of his own. They originally were going to take Tia and Harper, but instead decided on only accepting Harper. Weâve come to the same conclusion, they figured sheâd give Harper up without a fight. They offered her numerous payments.â
Coleâs spine straightens and his fists pump in anger.
âObviously, she refused each and every time. The investigator has said theyâve made it pretty hard for her every step of the way.â
âBastards.â
I glance up at Cole. âYeah. Iâm proud of her.â
âThey seemââ Cole pauses for a moment, as if deep in thought. âQuite old.â
My eyebrows furrow in confusion as I glance back at the information sent and shake my head. âHeâs forty-two, and sheâs thirty-eight.â
Cole scoffs. âShe is not thirty-eight, brother.â His eyes bug out. âSeriously, Lucas. Look into it more, but Iâm telling you, she is not thirty-eight.â
My mind begins to wander. Maybe they put down a younger age on the form so they stand a better chance of gaining custody of Harper?
âOkay, Iâll have him investigate that too.â
âWhenâs Rage back? Itâs like you sent the poor dude on a road trip to bumfuck nowhere. Heâs been blowing up my phone, pissed youâre arranging more things for him.â
My body tightens at Coleâs words. I brush an uneasy hand through my hair, my throat suddenly feeling dry and my chest constricting.
âWednesday, next week.â
Cole, oblivious to my internal meltdown, checks his phone. âGood. Iâm fed up with having to run the gym and the club. I want some time with Tia.â He gazes up from his phone and stares at me. A heavy thickness of longing hangs in the air, an undercurrent of sexual tension. I can read his mind, hear what heâs saying without him actually saying it. Without him uttering a single word. âAnd you, I want you too.â
I nod in understanding.
Cole stands and brushes his palms over his legs, and my eyes track the movement. His thick thighs fill his jeans tightly.
When he clears his throat, I snap my gaze up toward his cocky grin. âIâll see you later, brother.â He winks before leaving the office, leaving me with a rock-hard cock and a mind full of uncertainty.
How far am I willing to go?
How far will he let me?