The little fucker had gotten off and left Jane hanging. “You little bastard!” Justin swept into the room and stopped near the bed. Reaching down, he lifted Mick’s head from Jane’s neck by the hair. Mick yelped and jumped off her, spinning to face the threat Justin presented. But Justin was on the attack. “How dare you treat her that way?” Jane sat up too, watching them with unfulfilled desire and worry mixed in her wide eyes. “Justin, I told him it was okay.” Justin’s gaze shot to her, incredulous. “Okay?” He pushed Mick away and dropped to his knees beside the bed, cupping Jane’s cheek. “Janie, it’s never okay to be selfish. Especially with you.” He turned cold eyes on his younger brother who sat dejected, confused and hurt on the other side of the bed. “We taught him better than that.” “I was going to make it up to her, if you hadn’t interrupted.” “Damn right you’ll make it up to her,” he ground out. “What’s going on here? I can hear Justin growling from out in the kitchen.”
