“What?”
“To bury a body at a construction site. That’s what this is, right? But you want to get the body under the concrete. It’s too late now. Everything is already finished.”
She stopped short and turned around to face me. My momentum took a step or two too long to catch up. I swung my arm around Lydia, supporting her as I came crashing into her. I stumbled forward another step but managed to keep us both upright, pressing her tight body into mine.
“You’re about twenty minutes too early, Seb,” she said, righting her feet and pulling away from me. “We still need to get to your place first.”
What. The. Hell. Was. Happening?
Was this some drunk fever dream? Did I have so much that I was currently passed out in Reid’s newly built house somewhere, dreaming of my best friend’s little sister?
It vaguely registered that she’d unlocked a car, moving to get behind the wheel.
“Get in,” she said.
“Are you good to drive?” I knew I sure as fuck wasn’t. Reid had built a nice, big house for him and his wife. There were plenty of spare rooms inside that we could hide away in. That also wouldn’t have me moving to a second undisclosed location with a woman who had barely spoken to me until five minutes ago.
“Would I get behind the wheel if I wasn’t?” she snapped.
There she was. At least I knew the real Lydia was still in there somewhere.
This was far too intriguing to pass up. Or maybe I was just far too turned on. Either way, I got in the car beside her.
The light from the streetlamps shined on her periodically, changing the car’s cabin from dark to light momentarily, before pitching us back into the shadows. Lydia turned left, then right, pulling into the driveway of my two-bedroom bungalow.
“You know where I live?” I raised my brow pointedly, my dimple making its trademark reappearance.
“It’s Calla Bay, Seb. Of course I know where you live.” She got out of the car, and I scrambled to follow her lead as she made her way to the front door. “It’s always important to know where your enemies reside. Keys?”
I shoved the key in the lock, only swaying on my feet a little, and opened the door, gesturing for Lydia to go first. I took my shoes off by habit, fumbling around for the light switch.
“Don’t worry about the lights. We’re not going to need it.” She tugged on my shirt, leading me through my own house.
I was already hard as stone. Afraid to talk. Afraid to ruin whatever this was that was happening. I gripped her by the hips and walked her backward toward my bedroom.
“Should we talk about this?” I asked tentatively. Lydia pushed me down onto the bed, the fire in her eyes borderline concerning. I still wasn’t convinced she wasn’t here to bury me under the floorboards.
“No. Take off your shirt.”
I tried to calm myself down, not flail around like a hormonal teenager—I really did—but I tore my shirt over my head, grabbing from the back of my collar with lightning-fast moves. Lydia looked me up and down shamelessly. I knew I was in good shape, and women tended to like the tats thatcovered most of my skin. The scrutiny in Lydia’s gaze was harder to decipher. I reached out and put my hands on her hips.
Her gaze moved to where I was touching her. “Hands on the bed, Sebastian.”
I did as I was told, not liking not touching her but also way too curious to see where this was going to be too broken up about it.
“What about you?” I asked.
“What about me?”
“Lose the shirt, little wild,” I told her, using the nickname I had given her back in the day.
She played with the hem of her shirt for a moment before slowly lifting it up and over her perfect tits. A black utilitarian bra matched the rest of her all-black outfit. She sashayed toward me, and I reached out for her again.
“Uh-uh. Hands on the bed, remember.”
Shit. Her milky skin was so close, but I planted my palms securely on the mattress, leaning back a little to enjoy the view. She took a step back and then slammed her booted foot onto the mattress right between my legs. My stomach dropped, and I scooted back on instinct, trying to put more than an inch of space between her boot and my jewels.
She pushed her ass out and leaned in deeply, giving me a close-up view of her perky tits, while she unzipped her boot. She pulled it off and threw it to the floor, moving on to the second one with slightly less aggression.
