She smiled, her cheeks growing even darker as I grabbed hold of her hips and lifted her until her legs were wrapped around me. She was giggling as I walked down the hallway to the primary bedroom.
“This place ishuge.”
“It’s the whole floor. Four bedrooms. Five bathrooms. And there’s a balcony wrapping around three sides.” It was still dark outside, so the city lights shone bright.
“So I’m guessing your apartment wasn’t actually being renovated?”
I shrugged as we reached the bedroom door. “I needed an excuse to get closer to you.”
She sat up, her lips parted, eyes staring straight into my soul. “That’s why you came back? Because of the night at the club?”
“I came back because I realized I was stupid for convincing myself I could be with someone else.”
I dropped her onto the bed and crawled over top of her. Her legs instantly wrapped around me, pulling me close.
“You were with someone else?” she asked softly. Her tone was light, but the flicker in her eyes gave her away.
“No one who mattered, Av,” I assured her. “I tried to bury you, leave you behind, but it didn’t work. No one ever compared to you. And then, that night…when I saw your face, realized what we’d done, it was all over for me.” I kissed her lips, quick and sweet. “One taste of you, and I couldn’t fathom trying anything else.”
She considered my words, letting them sink in, but it wasn’t enough. Hurt and jealousy remained. I exhaled slowly, bringing my hands to cradle her back and neck, holding her. She was retreating from me, enough for me to notice, even if she didn’t.
“Kitten,” I purred, kissing her neck, understanding she needed to know the only woman I worshipped was under me in that moment. “You have all of me, I swear. They were distractions. Bad ones at that.”
She didn’t answer me, so I flipped us over, her on top of me, and continued as my hands massaged her thighs.
“I was using them to fill the hole inside me. I tried forgetting you, forgetting how badly I wanted you. They weren’t enough. Their laughter wasn’t like yours. Their eyes didn’t sparkle. They were just reminders of how fucked up I was for craving my sister.” I pushed my hips up against her, making her gasp. “I didn’t want anyone else, Avery. I wanted you, even when you hated me.”
“I know it's not fair to be upset. It's just…you were my first, but you’d already…”
“Shh. I understand.” I tucked her hair behind her ear. “Trust me, if I hadn’t been your first, I might’ve been tempted to murder the man who was.”
She shot me a small, fleeting smile. “Why didn’t you say anything before?”
I chuckled. “How do you think that would have gone over? ‘Hey, sis, I think you’re hot and I can’t stop imagining what it would be like to stuff you full of my cock’.” She was giggling by the time I finished. “I was a coward, Av. I could have told you—should have—but I was afraid you’d reject me, hate me more than you already did.”
“I don’t hate you,” she said sincerely, leaning down so our chests touched.
“I know, baby.” I wrapped a hand in her hair and brought her face to mine. “You’re the only thing that’s ever felt right, and I don’t deserve something so good, but I’ll spend every day convincing you I’m worth it.”
She didn’t say anything, didn’t have to. She closed the distance, pressing her mouth to mine.
No hesitation.
Only need.
For me.
Iwas so close to telling Rowen how I felt, but the words were caught in my throat, like I’d swallowed glass. It hurt, keeping it from him, knowing he wanted to hear it, but I wasn’t ready.
Eventually, the thrill of the taboo would wear off.
So, when the fantasy of the stepsister he wasn’t supposed to touch faded, leaving just us, would I be enough for him? Could I keep him happy and fulfilled once everything died down and we sank into normalcy? Would he still choose me? Choose us?
I couldn’t fathom losing him. Not now, not when I’d already lost so much.
So, the truth dangled on the edge of my tongue, hoping he didn’t need to hear those three words yet.
His hands dug into my hips, grinding me on his cock in a steady rhythm. He was so hard, I could feel him through our clothes.
