I just want to feel her pressing against me.
Her nails work under my shirt, digging into the skin under my shoulders as she draws herself even tighter to my chest.
That damn bell over the main entrance makes us both freeze.
With an evil smirk, Val leans forward and latches her teeth onto the side of my neck, suctioning hard enough to pull all of the strength out of my knees.
Then she lets go and saunters to the bar.
Did she just…mark me?
Prodding the tender spot, I manage to catch my reflection in the bottom of a shiny stainless pan.
Jesus. Seeing the bright red blemish makes my nuts spasm so fiercely I almost come in my jeans.
“Sawyer?” Val props the swinging door open. “It’s for you.” She slings her thumb backwards with an eye roll.
After drying my hands quickly, I have to readjust my stiff cock into the waistband of my boxer-briefs before walking out.
Fuck. “Sophia? Seriously?” My sister is apparently the master at ruining a good time.
“Relax.” Her palms fly up. “I just came to pick up my car. I need my keys.” She flattens her hand and wiggles her fingers.
But then goes still when she focuses on my throat.
“Oh my god, is that—” Her high pitched squeal replaces words. “You better not let Dad see.” She catches her keys when I toss them.
“He’s here?” Cold sweat prickles up my spine.
This is not how I wanted him to find out, well, anything.
“How do you think I got here?” Sophia turns to stare at Val. “Wait. It’syou two?” Her mouth drops into a circle. “Holy fuck. And I’m finally not the last to know the juicy shit.”
Val sits on one of the stools behind the bar with a Cheshire grin.
“Is he coming inside?” I swallow past the knot that’s formed, warily watching the door.
Sophia shrugs. “Doubt it. But it’s pretty hard to hide your beater truck in the parking lot.” She swivels on her heel to bounce towards the exit. “I’m bringing popcorn for breakfast in the morning.”
“He won’t be there.” Val’s full red lips purse as she winks at me.
Sophia’s jaw completely drops while I feel heat overtake my cheeks.
“Well butter my ass and call me a biscuit.” Sophia’s manic laughter lingers as she shoves out into the crisp winter afternoon.
Muted tones from the jukebox are the only thing breaking up the suffocating silence between Val and I.
Until her heels click across the smooth wood floor to the door, where she flips the sign to “closed” and twists the deadbolt.
When she turns back to me and starts walking slowly like a lioness stalking its prey, all of the blood in my body drains into my throbbing loins.
She doesn’t say a word, but pulls her cell from her pocket and sets it on the counter. Pointing at it, her eyebrow raises. “Yours too. No calling for help. No interruptions.”
Am I going to survive this?
The feral look in her eye says she wants to devour me.
But then she steps past me to reach under the register and pull out a small silver key. “Go into the men’s bathroom and get as many fucking condoms as you can carry out of the dispenser. Then meet me upstairs.” She points towards her office where the access to her private apartment is.
