KYLIE: I love you, big bro. Don’t ever forget that.
My eyes narrow and I start to type out a reply.
But then I hear Joey’s car door slam, her engine start up, and I pocket my phone.
I’ll text my sister back later.
For now, I have a race to win.
“Oh, God!”she moans, head dropping back, water splashing over the edges of the tub.
That’ll be a fucking mess to clean up later, but I don’t give a damn.
Not with that gorgeous cunt of hers squeezing me tight, not with her grinding against me, hard and fast and driving me up to the edge?—
Then over.
I grunt, fingers tightening on her hips, keeping her moving on my dick as she begins to slow, her orgasm leaving her limp as mine crests.
Fucking perfect.
Fucking best ever.
“Fuck,” I groan, head falling back against the tile.
She collapses against my chest, breathing heavy, arms wrapped around me.
We lay there for long enough that I realize the water’s getting cold. I hit the lever with my foot, start draining the tub.
“Bedtime, Red.”
Her breathing stays even and she doesn’t move.
I gently brush back her hair. “Time to get out, baby.”
She moans softly and I grin, lifting her and carefullystepping out of the tub. She’s practically limp as I towel her off, eyes closed, her replies mumbled and sleepy.
I tug a tee over her head then tuck her under the covers. “Sleep now, baby.”
“Thanks, sweetheart,” she slurs.
I go and take care of the water that sloshed on the tile, dump the dirty towels into the hamper then crawl into bed next to her and let sleep take me under.
It’s not until later that I realize hersweetheartsounded off.
Soundedwrong.
Just like her smile at the rink.
And not because she was tired.
But because somethingwaswrong.
Seriously fuckingwrong.
THIRTY-SEVEN
Joey
