“Man, can you give us a minute? We’ll come find you,” Sebastian says.
I can’t find it in myself to look at Walker for a response. I hear the slamming of the front door, and I’m torn between laughing or crying hysterically. Never in a million years did I think my brother would walk into the cabin and find me riding his best friend while he sucked on my tits.
Sebastian kisses my cheek. “Baby, we should probably clean up and go talk to him.”
I pull back, still feeling him hard inside me, and I can’t help my laugh. “Howare you still hard?”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t be with your perfect pussy wrapped around me. But unfortunately, that needs to end.”
I nod and slowly lift myself off him, righting my shorts before I run upstairs and clean up in the washroom. A few minutes later, Sebastian finds me as I’m leaning against the counter, head dipped, trying to prepare myself for the upcoming confrontation.
I offer him a weak smile, noticing he’s changed his sweats and thrown on a T-shirt.
He looks down at himself and smirks. “I kind of had a wet spot on my crotch.”
I bite my lip, his entire demeanour somehow keeping me calm.
He walks into the washroom, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest as he kisses the top of my head. “I know this isn’t how either of us imagined telling him, but the cat’s out of the bag now. We might as well face him.”
I nod against his chest and take a deep breath. When I feel like I’ve gathered my strength, I step back and offer him my hand before leading him downstairs and out the front door to confront my brother.
Walker is pacing the porch when we finally emerge. Rage fills his expression when he sees us. He takes a step towards Sebastian, and I step in the way, hoping that with me between them, Walker won’t throw a punch.
“Walker, back the fuck up,” I say.
His eyes bounce between the two of us before he raises both hands and takes five steps back.
“I told you,” he says. “I fucking told you, not my sister.”
“Walker,” Sebastian starts, but Walker cuts him off.
“I brought you into my family. I brought you to family dinners as a teen, I’m the one who’s been there for you all these years, and now you go and spit on all of that by sleeping with my sister?”
“I’m not just sleeping with her,” Sebastian says, his hand finding my hip and squeezing.
“How can you call me your friend when you went and did the one thing I told you not to? Anyone but her.”
“Why, Walker?” I ask. “What is so bad about Sebastian wanting to be with me?”
Walker’s rage turns to me. “And you! You’re my sister. You really had to go and sleep with my best friend? It’s like neither of you care about me and you used me as a way to get to each other.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head in shock. That is not what this was at all. Sebastian and I didn’t even meet until Walker brought him over, and neither of us has chosen the other over Walker. That’s actually the exact opposite of what’s happened, and Walker’s whole woe-is-me attitude is really pissing me off right now.
“I’m gonna need you to step off your high horse for a fuckin’ minute,” I say.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Walker spits.
“Neither of us has chosen anything over you, but right now, your behaviour is making that choice real easy if you make me choose.”
Pain crosses Walker’s face, but he crosses his arms over his chest as though he’s going to give me time to continue and stop acting like a confrontational ass.
“I don’t understand how you’ve jumped to us being together is choosing each other over you.” I shake my head.
“He’smyfriend,” Walker says indignantly.
I cross my arms over my chest, matching his stance. “Again, I’m not following. He can be my boyfriend and your friend. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Walker stays silent.
