“Hey, Emma.” She opens the door, and I step through.
“What are you?—”
“I invited him over, Emma,” Evie cuts her off. “I thought he should be here when we explain the story from the beginning. Everyone we need to tell should be present so we can do it all at once. It is a lot to take in.”
She scrunches her nose up in confusion, looking between us. Evie walks over to me, places her arm around my head, andbrings it down to hers for a kiss. She plunges her tongue into my mouth forcefully, taking me by surprise at her blatant display of PDA, and quickly releases me before I try to deepen the kiss, but not before biting on my lip and retreating.
I lick my lips, tasting the coppery metallic blood that is beading on my lower lip. I wipe it away as she grabs my hand and leads me over to the sound of other voices coming from the kitchen.
“Okay then,” I hear Emma say as the sound of the front door closes behind me. A low giggle is cut short when Evie looks back at her with a wicked gleam in her eye.
We walk into the kitchen, and she is still holding my hand when I see her brother, Eduardo, along with Philip and Eli, gathered around the kitchen island. Eduardo’s eyebrows rise at the sight of Evie holding my hand as I stand beside her. I hold his stare and shrug my shoulders. A smile forms on his face as he looks behind me to where Emma is returning to the kitchen.
“Do you guys want anything to drink?” she asks as she waltzes in, and I notice her shorts riding up one side of her butt cheek.
I turn away quickly and focus my attention on Evie.
She has already noticed and is looking at me intently, her grip tightening on my hand. Maybe she could sense I was about to let go, but she misread my intention because I just wanted to pull her in front of me. Instead, I give her a side smile and move her over to sit on one of the barstools.
I look over at Eduardo and nudge my chin over to where Emma is now stretching upward to grab some glasses from the cupboard. Eli is looking over at her, pretending not to look, but it’s obvious he is. Eduardo looks at Eli and then turns around to see Emma’s shorts rise even farther as she arches on tiptoes, twisting a bit to grab the glass.
“What the fuck, babe?” Eduardo gets up from his seat quickly and places himself over her back. As he whispers something in her ear, he grabs the glasses for her, places them on the counter, and pushes Emma toward their bedroom. “Excuse us. We’ll be right back.” He all but pushes her down the hall, and we see them disappear around the corner, but not before we hear him growl and Emma giggle as the door shuts abruptly with a bang.
Mateo scoffs, and I can’t help but laugh aloud, especially when we hear a banging sound coming from down the hall a few minutes later. The rhythmic sound tells us what is happening behind their closed bedroom door.
“Okay, then.” Evie shoots out of the chair to play some music. Mateo wipes his hand across his face as if the thought of his sister getting railed in the next room is something he’d like to scrub from his memory.
“Anyone want a drink?”
I look up at Evie speaking and nod.
“Anyone else? I think this calls for some tequila shots.”
“I’ll get the limes and salimón,” I announce and head toward the refrigerator.
I cut some limes into miniature wedges, and Evie grabs the bottle of Don Julio 1942, setting it and several glasses around the kitchen island. We each have our glasses ready to go, and Evie clears her throat. I pour some chilé on my hand between my thumb and index finger, prepared to taste and toss back this liquor.
“To getting our revenge,” Mateo announces.
We all chant after him in unison, clink our glasses, and take the shots. I grab my lime and suck on it when I catch Evie staring intently at me. I wonder if she is thinking of me sucking on her clit until she drenches me in her juices.
She licks the salt hanging on her bottom lip, and I feel my cock jerk in my pants. I attempt to discreetly rearrange my cock,and it pushes tight against my pants, but it doesn’t escape Evie. She moves to sit back on the barstool in front of me, and I stand at her back with my hard-on pressing into her.
A minute later, Emma comes into the room, face flushed, wearing leggings and a hoodie. She doesn’t make eye contact with anyone, and Eduardo walks in, sweat trickling from his brow—no one comments.
Evie speaks up first. “Hey, Em, want a shot? We took some tequila shots while Eduardo was taking his shot.”
I snort, and the guys try to suppress the laughter at Emma’s expense.
Emma’s face reddens.
“Fuck off, Evie,” Eduardo playfully remarks.
“We’ll both take a shot with everyone, and then we need you to tell us the whole story.” This effectively ends the drama that would have surely ensued between the sisters.
I pull my girl back to hold her, letting her know I am here for her and not going anywhere.
We line the shots up again, and Evie makes another toast. “To all the twisted lies coming to light.”
