“Are you asking out of curiosity or personal interest?”
“Does it matter?” I throw back.
“To me,” she says as she tilts her head the other way.
I roll my lips together. I can feel the effects ofthe scotch. My guard is lowered, my filter practically nonexistent and the words are tumbling from my lips before I can stop them.
“I’m interested, are you together?”
“Kinda, I guess,” she answers.
My stomach turns. I don’t like that answer. Not at all.
“Are you and my sister together?” she asks, catching me off guard.
“What do you mean?”
“You two seem…distant with each other. Did something happen or…is that just how your relationship is? Like are you two just putting up with each other or are you together?”
Recycling her words, I look her straight in the eyes as I speak.
“Kinda…I guess.”
Disappointment colors her features as she nods and looks away. It’s the most emotion I’ve seen her express towards me apart from anger since…that night in the club really. Something about having her attention on me, her desire on me has me scooting a little closer, softening my voice just a little.
“I still can’t…stop, though.”
Those green eyes come back to me once more as she tilts her head to the side.
“Stop?”
“Thinking…about you,” I say over the ball that has suddenly formed in my throat.
My words seem to have stolen the breath from her lungs for a moment before she swallows.
“Me too,” she rasps. “Fucked up, huh? Thinking about my sister’s boyfriend?” she laughs bitterly.
“Not sure it’s as bad as me thinking about my girlfriend’s little sister.”
She blinks, unwinding her arms from around her legs and inching just a hair closer to me as she nods.
“True, you really are a piece of shit.”
A surprise laugh escapes me as I shake my head at her. A breathtaking smile consumes her features and I can’t help but marvel at how she looks like this. I’d do anything to keep her like this forever. Peaceful, happy, fucking beautiful.
Her smile slowly falls, her eyes quickly scanning across my face as my own smile begins to fade. My body is practically screaming to be closer to her, while my mind reminds me what a terrible idea that would be. I’m facing an internal war within myself and I don’t know how to stop it.
Cassi lets out a heavy breath and goes to stand. Disappointment flares inside me because yet again, I’ve blown it and she’s fleeing. Before I can come up with something, anything to convince her to stay out here for just a little longer, she takes a step towards me, and then another.
One leg lifts, resting her knee onto the cushion beside my thigh before she lifts the other and does the same until she’s straddling me. She hasn’t sunk her full weight onto me but when she winds her arms around my neck, my own instinctively wrap around her waist, pressing her down into my lap.
I feel her brush against my hard cock and based off the gasp she lets out, she feels it too.
“Nico,” she breathes out.
I pull one of my arms away from her, pushing my fingers through her hair so I don’t miss a second of her beautiful face. Her wild red locks look so fucking perfect interwoven in my fingers. Like they were always meant to be.
“We shouldn’t,” she says, as she grinds herself against me.
