“Yes?”
He gestures to the edge of the room, away from the people waiting to be seen by a doctor or nurse.
“I have a message for your brother.”
A stone drops in my gut.
This is it, the moment I’ve been waiting for without acknowledging it… for years. His world is finally colliding with mine. My lips are dry.
“I don’t think?—”
“Ah, ah,” he says, taking a few steps closer, subtly invading my space. If I screamed for help now, I’d look like some crazy overreactor. “You don’t need to think. You need to listen.” He slips his hand into his pocket, the implication being that he has something in there—a knife, a gun.
“Are you ready to listen?” he goes on.
I don’t answer.
His smile tics.
“Tell your brother, it’s strange. All this talk about the job being done. All these lofty words. But without a body, how can we know? Just tell him that, Celine Moreau. Without a body, in fact, it’simpossibleto know.”
I’m frozen rigid.
Without a body…
I somehow cough out the words. “What… body?”
He chuckles slowly. “Your big brother should be able to tell you all about that.”
With that, he turns, whistling as he walks away.
CHAPTER 7
DAMIAN
This is wrong. Was wrong the first two times I did it too. Doesn’t make this any better though.
I’m in the shower, water gliding down my taut body, my muscles aching like they’re fixing to explode out of my skin. The memory of the kiss hasn’t left me since it happened. The soft warmth of her lips. The press of her curvy body. The moaning hunger as she pressed against me.
My hand glides down to my manhood, gripping my base. Already solid, aching with desire for my best friend’s sister, my tip leaking precome, and my head swimming with visions I can’t control.
She’s bent over in the entranceway where we kissed, looking at me over her shoulder. Her thick ass is naked. Her creamy flesh marked red from where I’ve spanked and owned her. Biting her lip as she waits for me to drive my cock into her oh-so patient slit.
I should stop. Ineedto stop.
“Argh,” I groan, as my hand moves faster, sizzling flames shimmering up my rock-solid cock.
I close my eyes tighter, as if the more stubbornly I sink into the fantasy, the longer I can ignore reality. Ignore how fucked-up this is.
I imagine the feel of her warm wetness as I push inside of her, imagine the crush of her ass against my stomach. I hear her moans, savor them.
“We can’t do this…”
I know we can’t. But right now, I don’t give a fuck.
I lean against the shower, moving my arm so fast my forearm is getting sore. It’s like I can feel her tight, hot pussy gripping me harder.
Fuck.
