I grabbed my wallet and slid out the two bobby pins inside. The beauty of resorts like this tucked into nostalgic towns in the northeast? They liked to hold on to their original aesthetic, focusing on restoration instead of modernization. It also meant I could be in that bathroom in under ten fucking seconds.
I stripped the rubber ends off with my teeth. With a couple of twists, I had the pins straightened and buried in the lock.
As an only child, I had no older brothers to teach me this kind of shit, but I had Chance. And Chance loved getting into places he didn’t belong.
I would bet he never thought I’d be using the skills he taught me to barge in on his baby sister while she got off in our tub, but hindsight was a kick in the balls. At least for older brothers.
The lock caught, clicked, and released. My chest tightened. I sucked in a breath and threw open the door.
The tub stood on a two-tier platform just under a picture window facing the west side of the mountain, putting her on display like an offering.
If I stood on that first step, right at the edge, I could tip her head back and fuck her throat. The vivid image flashing in my mind propelled my feet, and in three strides, I was on the first tier and fuck my life, as I suspected, the perfect lineup.
She completely ignored my presence and continued to focus on her pleasure. Another part of her plan to drive me batshit crazy, no doubt.
Frothy water lapped over her breasts. Full and round, they rose and fell with her labored breathing. She pinched the one and her lips parted on a gasp. Her other hand disappeared under the water. With her head thrown back, her eyes squeezed shut, her throat flexed as a strangled cry tore from her throat.
Motherfucker.
Water sloshed as she bucked against her fingers. It shed over her skin, running in rivulets over tight nipples, as her lungs heaved with the power of her orgasm. She let go of her nipple and threw her arm back and gripped the lip of the tub. Bowing up, she sent more water rocking up the side, giving me a quick flash of her thighs flexing, her soft belly, and tattoos wrapping from her back around her ribs.
She better plan on more because she’d be doing this all over again.
On my watch.
Under my command.
Who was going to keep her from fucking me was the right question. Only little did I know, the fucking came as everything she did except ride my cock.Fucking me was the wounded look she struggled to hide. It was her making light of our sleeping arrangements and making the setup so ridiculous, I slid into sleep without agonizing over it. It came in the way she said fuck you to the showdown between Daniel and me and beat us both because both because she didn’t need a man to compete for her.
And it came in the way she studied me when she thought I was sleeping. Curious, soft eyes raking over every inch of my skin. Instead of the predictable heat of attraction, I found a quiet wonder and affection.
Between the soft and the spunk, I was about to break the code and fuck the spunk right out of my best friend’s little sister.
A pink flush flooded her cheeks, and she smiled before glancing up at me. “Can I help you?”
Shoulders tight, cock aching, I loomed over her, burning with want. We’d get there, but first, “I just wasted the good part of an hour trying to convince our mothers that I don’t need a sex therapist.”
“Bummer.” Her laugh mocked me.
I had a powerful urge to not just bury my cock in that tempting throat but bury it so deep she choked on it.
“Meanwhile, you take off up here and decide it’s playtime.”
She scooped up a handful of water, and ran it over the best tits I’d ever seen. “Seemed like a good idea at the time.” She shrugged one shoulder. “I was frustrated.”
“Frustrated? You were frustrated.”
Her gaze snagged on the front of my shorts. With her eyes blazing, she bit her lip.
She wanted it. Good, because she was getting it.
I yanked the string of the waistband and forced them down until my cock sprang free.
Her eyes shot open wide, and I smirked down at her while I grasped my shaft and gave it a long, purposeful stroke.
“You want to talk about frustrated,” I said, reaching for her hair and burying my fingers in the wet waves. I locked the strands in my grasp and tugged until a surprised gasp broke from her lips.
“You’ve had me on the ragged edge from the minute you wiggled that round ass of yours against my dick in front of our parents. Then the kiss—”
