Keep Me (Beggar's Choice #3) Read Free

on a fucking conveyor belt
or something.” She’s almost on us now with her hand outstretched towards me and
I step smartly closer to Bram. If her nails are going into skin then his is a
much better option than mine. Unperturbed he moves towards her, flinging his
arm around her shoulders and stopping her forward momentum.
    “Mina, Mina,” he chides hesitantly at first and then with
growing certainty that this is indeed her name. I roll my eyes. “There’s no
need for this. This is Alys.” I wave faintly trying hard to look like it’s
normal to be having an introduction when one of the parties is completely
naked. Then I jerk as he carries on lying glibly. “Alys is my cousin love, over
from Ireland.”
    Mina immediately relaxes and slumps against him. “Sorry,”
she murmurs. “I just thought you’d brought another girl in. Not that I’m averse
you know. I mean I can’t be. I still remember that night with you and Sid. It
was the hottest night of my life, but a girl likes to be asked and I don’t
normally go for sharing a bloke with another girl. You know me, I like the
attention so it’s two men all the way for me.”
    By now I’m leaning against the door with my mouth hanging
open wildly. Who the fuck brings up the subject of threesomes first thing in
the morning with someone that he’s just introduced as his cousin?
    Bram sneaks a look at me a slight flush on his cheeks, and
then snorts at my expression which he hastily turns into a cough. “Well Mina
let’s not mention that here,” he says hurriedly. “Alys here is a very sheltered
young girl and being family and all maybe it’d be better if you scooted off.”
    She looks like she’s going to argue at this and he shoots me
an imploring glance. Sighing I stand up straighter. “Yes I was raised in a
convent,” I say reverently and completely untruthfully. “This sort of life is
very alien to me, and I’m going to have to ring Sister Evelyn and get her to
say prayers for Bramley’s immortal soul.”
    “ What ?” she gapes and Bram looks at me admiringly.
    “Yes, he’s a sinner and hell’s waiting. He might be pretty
to look at but the Devil’s inside him and he’s going to burn in the fiery pits
of …”
    “ Okay ,” Bram says in a loud voice clapping his hands
and ushering Mina away. “Let’s let Alys have some rest, she needs it.”
    “She’s a fucking fruitcake,” Mina announces in a very loud
voice. “She needs sectioning, not a rest.”
    “Ah love no,” Bram says primly. “She’s family and we Irish
take care of that. Let’s get your bag and maybe your clothes.” She shoots him a
hot look and he falters slightly. “Okay clothes later. You have the best ideas
Mina.” They disappear up the stairs but he stops suddenly, and motioning her to
carry on he paces back to me.
    I try to ignore the semi he’s now packing in those tight
boxers in favour of his pretty face but it’s difficult. “Alys,” he exclaims
happily. “I think this might work out. You’re going to be excellent in getting
rid of unwanted visitors.”
    “I’m not a fucking Rottweiler,” I say indignantly and feel
obliged to add, “And you shouldn’t treat women like that,” but he huffs and
waves his hand cavalierly.
    “Mina knows the score. Both of us fuck other people. We just
hook up when we’re on our own. No really, you and me …this could be the start
of a beautiful relationship.”
    “But you’ve not actually got rid of her yet have you?”
    “Not yet,” he says impishly. “But when it’s time I’m just
going to mention your medication and she’ll be off like a shot.” He grabs my
shoulder lightly and I try hard not to gasp at the electric feel of his skin.
“Make yourself at home cousin,” he murmurs and then he’s gone.
    I let out a long breath and ease my way into the room
closing the door securely behind me. For a few minutes I stand there just
processing the morning’s events and Hurricane Bramley and then the room