I breathe out in huffs of air because I can’t catch a breath, but if I die right now, I will die knowing I’ve had some amazing, intense–did I mention amazing–sex with a guy who ate cheese for dinner because I like cheese.
Damn.
CHAPTEREIGHT
WALKER
I knew it would be like this with her. And after the second time when my dick gets hard watching her walk back to bed from the bathroom, I know she’s an addiction, and it’s going to take more strength than I have to kick.
Instead, I wait for her to slide in beside me, pull her close and plant a soft kiss on her forehead. “Sweet dreams.”
I don’t want to be more than she’s ready for and I was going to leave, but she asked me what I like for breakfast and it seemed like an invite to stay, so I am.
She snuggles closer, her naked body warm against mine and I hold her until she turns away then I slip into sleep until my cell rings and I reach down for my jeans and the phone in the front pocket.
I don’t bother looking at the screen, because my eyes are still closed. “Hello?” I’m careful with answering, first so I don’t wake Belle, and second because it could be my Ma and I don’t want to bark at her, even though I don’t like middle of the night calls. They never mean good news.
“Hey, big brother. It’s me.” Maggie.
“I got that when you called me big brother.” She isn’t a middle of the night drunk dialer, plus she doesn’t have any sign of a tell-tale slur. “What’s wrong?”
“Flat tire. I’m sitting on the side of the 409.”
It’s the middle of the night and this is the kind of thing that will make her lose her shit fast. “Share your location on your phone, and I’ll be there in twenty minutes.” It’s only twenty minutes between here and the hospital. She has to be somewhere between.
“Okay, hang on.” I don’t really need to hang on, but there a note in her voice, a worry, and she needs me for a minute. My phone tings, and I’m already looking for my boxers, using the light from my phone to shine around the floor. I hadn’t really paid attention to what Belle did with them when she pulled them off. I was otherwise entertained.
And just the thought sends a fresh batch of horny straight to my dick. I look down because this thing has been acting out of my control all night, and I need to rein it in.
But right now, I’m still looking for my drawers while Maggie babbles about her tire and how lucky there aren’t many cars on the road right now.
When I turn back to the bed, Belle is sitting up on her elbow, watching me, and I can see the outline of her body under the sheet. My dick bobs, a little more insistent now, and I have to turn away, start going over baseball stats to chill.
But I don’t miss the look–the one that says she doesn’t trust that I’m not about to blow her fucking world to bits. She’s scared. And this does look bad, so I sigh into the phone and raise the volume of my voice a bit. “You might be my baby sister, but you’re a pain in my ass.”
A second of recognition, like she’s heard my words and they registered, and then Belle smiles as I find my boxers and slide them on.
“I’ll be there as soon as I can, Mags.” I barely get the sentence out before she’s onto another story, and I stop her. “Hey, Mags, the more you flap your jaws, the longer it’s going to take for me to get there.”
“Are you with a girl?” And just that fast she’s gone from worried little sister to most little sister.
“Bye, Mags.” I end the call and snatch up the jeans beside the bed, stuff my legs in and zip.
“Everything, okay, Walker?” Even her voice, heavy with sleep, makes me want her again.
“Sister has a flat on the highway.” I’m glad she woke up when she did and heard the conversation or this might sound like an escape line. “She just got off work and was driving home. She’s stuck so I need to go help her.”
She nods and smiles. “I could come along. Help out.” She grins. “I could hold a lug nut or something.”
I chuckle because she’s adorable and I really don’t want to leave. “And that would be one lucky lug nut.” But she’s snuggled into her bed. No need for both of us to be out on the side of the highway in the middle of the night. “But you don’t have to do that.”
She nods. “Will you message me when you get home? Just so I know you’re safe.” She adds the last part quickly. It’s like she doesn’t want me to think she’s clingy or expecting more than I want to give her.
But what she doesn’t know is that I want to give her everything. And I don’t understand it anymore than she probably will if i tell her. So I don’t. No need to overshare. This isn’t really a time for such a thing.
“You bet.” I smile down at her then yank my shirt on. I wish I wasn’t going, that Maggie had found herself some tire changing Romeo, but there’s no Romeo on the horizon and I can’t leave her stranded.
I lean down and press what I mean to be a quick kiss on Belle’s semi-parted lips. But it turns out that my intentions are always better than my actions, and my tongue slips into her mouth so what should be a short, probably chaste goodbye kiss turns into the prelude to porn.
