Cross reluctantly releases my fingers, but our eyes snag in the midst of scooting our chairs backward. His gaze, wild and hungry, narrows briefly. With a quick roll of my eyes, I round the table to lead both my dad and his mom to the exit so he can figure out how to hide his hardened dick.
It doesn’t take long for him to join us at the entrance, and now that the cool night air surrounds us, I’m back on even ground with rational thinking.
What am I doing?
What are we doing?
If I thought last night was crossing the line, what would I call tonight? I just purposefully teased him and made him all hot and botheredrightin front of our parents, as if we aren’t actually stepsiblings.
I’ve lost my ever-loving mind.
Yet, as soon as our parents leave with the promise to come back in a few weeks for anotherfamilydinner, I find myself locking eyes with Cross and bubbling over with anticipation from the hazy, lust-filled look in his eye.
His hand wraps around my wrist, and even though I know I should put up a fight, I let him tug me through the restaurant until we end up at the bathrooms.
[ 25 ]
CROSS
It’s official:I’ve gone crazy, my brain has taken a leave of absence, and my dick is in charge. Surely that’s the reason I pull Scarlett through the dimly lit hallway and into one of the single-stall bathrooms.
I flick the lock behind us, but she’s on me before I can take a step. She pulls at my shirt, untucking it from my slacks, and slides her hands under it. Her fingers graze my abdomen, my stomach, then drop back down to my waistband.
“Scar–”
She shakes her head the slightest bit. Her lower lip is caught in her teeth. She doesn’t slow down, though, undoing my belt and then the button. The zipper.
My mouth opens and shuts.
When she pushes me back against the door, I let it happen. I watch her guide my cock free, but my eyes widen when she drops to her knees.
“Didn’t realize we were both so hot and bothered,” I mutter.
“Shut up.” Her big eyes flick up to my face.
She’srightthere, her lips inches from my dick. Her warm breath hits me when she speaks, and it twitches in the open air.Her attention swings back to the, uh…elephantin the room. Her expression seems uncertain.
“Have you done this before?” I ask.
“Shutup, Cross,” she growls.
Her hand wraps around my length, pumping once before taking me into her mouth. I let out a low groan. She seems to be figuring it out but also an expert? Or maybe it’s just that it’s her.
I can’t take my eyes off her.
After a moment, she seems to shake off any nerves or hesitation and gets into a rhythm. My cock head bumps the back of her throat, and I clench my fists to keep from surging forward, down her throat. It would probably freak her out.
But…
Her slow speed is going to get us caught.
I reach out and catch a lock of her hair between my fingers. I tug a little. When she hums, I smirk. I palm the back of her head and guide her deeper.
Her free hand lands on my thigh, her nails digging in.
“That’s it,” I coax. “Relax and let me fuck your throat like a good little stepsister.”
Her eyes roll.
