"If Knox knew I kissed you already..." My voice drops as I continue, rough with guilt I don't want to feel. "He’d never trust me again."
Her lashes glitter with rain. And I know if she leans in a half-step closer, I won’t stop it. I can't.
She doesn’t back down—instead, she crosses her arms, the soaked white tank clings to every curve, every inch. Her nipples harden beneath the fabric, and her tits are fucking perfect. They’re just the right size, perky, and doin’ everything in their power to make my mouth water.
"Don’t try to play the good guy now," she challenges, her voice low, daring. "You walk around all cocky and reckless—Trouble,right? But when it comes to me, suddenly you’ve got a conscience?"
"BeingTroubledoesn’t mean I don’t see the line, Sawyer. It means I know exactly where it is… and exactly what will happen the second we cross it."
My jaw ticks. Everything in me coils, straining between right and wrong. I want her—fuck, Iachefor her—but this isn’t just about us. It’s about the fallout. About the people who’d bleed if I gave in.
"My brother doesn't have to know, no one has to know… but maybe there’s nothing to tell. What if we're not even compatible? Maybe there's no chemistry past kissing. Maybe—" Her voice rises above the rain and she continues to ramble.
Unfortunately, I'm not the hero of this story—I never claimed to be. But standing here, with her in the summer rain, I can't shake the feeling that I'm already in over my head. I know what’s at stake, how wrong this could go, but I’m incapable of walking away.
She’s leaning against my bike, her white tank top soaked through completely now. She’s still rambling, something about how maybe this thing between us is all in her head. But I’m not listening. I’m too busy imagining how her tits would feel in my hands, how her nipples would taste on my tongue.
“You really shouldn’t be out here like this. Maybe you should sit in your car and get outta the rain,” I say, as my eyes trail over rain-slick fabric.
“Why?” she teases, tipping her chin up. “You worried about the weather, or afraid you’ll do something you can’t take back?”
Knox’s voice slams into my head, the memory sharp as if he’s standing right here beside me.
Protect her. Don’t even think about it. Baby sister.
I’ve repeated those words a thousand times since, tried to use them to help me think straight. But they aren't holdin' much weight right now because I’m so damn close to proving him right about every damn thing he warned me against.
“Both,” I admit, teeth slightly clenched. “You had moonshine, so I can’t trust that you’re of right mind. And you being off-limits makes it even worse. So much worse.”
“Half a cup, my mind’s perfectly intact. And so what? You’re just gonna stand there and keep following those rules in your head?”
“I hate rules,” I growl against her ear, my hands already betraying me—one sliding down to grip her thigh, rough fingers digging in like I need her to stay right there.
Her smirk is pure evil. “Good. Because I’m cashing in that dare.”
My gaze narrows. “What dare?”
“The one you owe me.” She pushes off my bike with slow, deliberate confidence, closing the gap between us until there’s nowhere for me to go that isn’t into her.
“You should be careful what you ask for, sugar,” I murmur, my gaze dropping to her mouth.
For a second, the world stops. Rain and thunder fade. All I hear is my heartbeat hammering in my ears. She knows exactly what she’s doing, daring me to prove I’m not a coward.
“I dare you,” she says, voice low and taunting, “to do exactly what you’re thinking about right now.”
I’m a goner. I knew it before she even finished that sentence. I don’t waste a second—I grab her by thewaist, haul her onto my bike and claim her like she’s always belonged to me. Her knees fall open instinctively, and I step in close.
I take her mouth like I’ve been starving for it, rain mixing with the taste of her, my tongue slippin’ against hers. Her ass presses into the wet leather seat, and I palm it greedily, squeezing every inch I can get my hands on. The rain pours down around us, slicking her skin, and fucking hell, it only makes her taste better.
The kiss is electric—pure fucking fire. Her lips are soft, but there’s a hunger in the way she kisses me back, like she’s been waiting for this just as long as I have. Her fingers dig into my shoulders, nails biting through the soaked fabric of my shirt, and goddamn, it lands right where I don’t need encouragement. I’m rock hard, straining against my jeans, and she knows it—her hips roll against me, grinding into the bulge I can’t fucking hide.
I pull back just enough to yank her tank top up, exposing her tanned, smooth stomach. I lean down, my mouth hot and hungry, kissing a trail on her flesh, tasting the rainwater. Her hips jerk forward, begging for more. My lips drift lower, down to the waistband of her shorts, her breath hitches.Fuck, I can’t get enough of her.
“I knew that dare would come in handy,” she taunts, layin’ on my bike like some kinda wet dream. Those tight-as-fuck jean shorts are clinging to her curves like they’re begging to be ripped off.
“That’s not all I’m thinking about doin’ to you Sawyer… andfuck me, you’re soaked," I growl, when my hands slide up her thighs, thumbs brushing the edge of her wet shorts, feeling the heat from her pussy.
"It’s just from the rain," she says, her voice trembling, but that grin on her face tells me she’s full of shit. Thosedilated fucking pupils of hers scream that she’s dripping wet for me.
