Surrender (Harris Brothers, #4)

by Amy Daws

Our three younger brothers are far too similar to the Three Stooges. If they weren’t full-grown, professional athletes, I swear they’d be in a case study for how apes could function in society. I take a deep breath.

I wonder briefly if she’s naked on my doorstep in six thousand dollar boots, but I see a hint of a leather skirt at the very top of her thighs. Just enough to cover her pussy lips. Good for her.

Her eyes snap to mine, and an ember burns in them that wasn’t there before. “Anything?” I swallow slowly, a heavy, important weight pressing down on me with that single word. “Anything.” Her voice is quick and brisk, like a flash of lightning. “I want to see you naked.” Fuck. Me.

Because he didn’t see you the way I see you.” My mouth falls open as tears prick the backs of my eyes. “How do you see me?” I ask, my voice thick with fear. He sighs heavily like he’s been sitting on his answer for ages. “Like a fucking lioness. And any rightful king would be a fool not to bow to his queen.”

She kept a child’s entire existence from me. What the fuck does that mean? I’ve spent my entire life using my head to handle things and look where that’s gotten me. Perhaps now it’s time to say “fuck it” and use my heart for once. My heart is not submissive, though. It will not surrender. It will fight back.