I look down, hypnotized as her slit gifts me with a wave of release.
I collapse atop her, fucking her relentlessly, kissing her neck as a hot stream of come blows up my rocket and erupts inside her.
She shudders as our crescendos scream in unison, and I fall atop her, breathing hard.
What have we done?
I push the thought away.
What the fuck have we done?
I push that one away too.
“Is something wrong?” she asks.
“No,” I say. I lie. She knows that was the worst thing we could’ve done. The mind-fuck of it is, it’s the best thing too.
CHAPTER 19
CELINE
I’m still reeling from the sex when he slips out of me and stands, his wilting cock still big, his muscles corded and tense like he’s ready for round two. He’s got an almost gentle expression on his face as he looks around for his clothes…
Until his cell phone vibrates in the pocket of his pants on the floor.
“Only one person has that number,” he says.
I swallow and sit up. I don’t have to ask to know he’s speaking about Julian. “Oh… kay.”
He massages the bridge of his eyebrows.
“Do you regret it?” I snap, angrier than I have any right to be.
“The only thing I regret is being interrupted before we could do it again,” he says, just as fierce.
“You could ignore the call,” I murmur.
He tilts his head at me, and that’s all he needs to do, no words required. I sit up and grab my tank top, not bothering with my bra, which is probably a mistake. But the sex was so mind blowing, and I love the way he looks at me, as though I never have to doubt how beautiful I am.
Damian sighs and picks up his phone. He has to answer, his expression says, because it might have something to do with the mob.
“Yeah?” he grunts, swiping the screen. A pause. “Uh, yeah. Wait a second.”
He holds the phone to his chest. I mouth silently,What are you doing?He says nothing, then, about a minute later, he finally speaks. “Julian wants to come by and talk about everything with both of us. It sounds like he wants to bridge the gap after the argument.”
Damian pretends that he had to find me in his big house, pretends that we didn’t just have sex and aren’t still in the same room.
“Uh, sure,” I say…
I want to make amends with my brother. Of course I do. What sort of sister would I be if I didn’t? But also, the idea of talking with Julian when I can still feel his best friend’s presence inside of me feels wrong, like we’re playing a trick on him, laughing behind his back.
“She said yes,” Damian says into the phone. Another pause. “Okay. Yep.” He hangs up. “He’s ten minutes away. He’s coming straight here.”
I swallow, nodding. “Okay. We can do this, right?”
Damian grinds his teeth. “Lying to Julian was never part of the plan.”
“The plan, Damian? What was theplanthen? Wasthispart of the plan?” I gesture to my naked legs – my shorts are on the stairs.
