She quirks a brow. “So will this be our last time?”
With a snort, I pull her against me. “Of course. Thelastlast time.”
Under the shower spray, our lips meet, and the world around us disappears. The only sounds now are her moans and the slapping of skin.
This last time is turning into another night neither of us will forget.
22
good girl
HAYDEN
If it weren’tfor Riley’s grumbling stomach, we probably wouldn’t have left my room at all. We fucked in the kitchen after she got home, then in the shower, then I went down on her in my bed. My racing thoughts went quiet, giving me a distraction from the suffocating grief. It won’t last, and losing myself in her won’t magically heal me, but I’m grateful for the little relief I’ve been granted.
The room is dark as we lie together on the couch, watching Arcane, the only source of light is the TV.
Once the new episode starts, I hit pause and stand. “Wanna drink something? Or maybe some snacks?”
She gives me a soft smile. “No, thanks. I’m full.”
“Okay.” I head into the kitchen for a glass of water, and when I return my eyes land on Riley, and I hesitate at the threshold. She’s typing on her phone; she hasn’t noticed me yet. Her hair is still damp from the shower and curling slightly. She’s in my T-shirt and a pair of panties, and knowing that makes my dick twitch.
I clench my jaw and chide myself silently. Haven’t I had enough orgasms already?
There’s no such thing as enough orgasms, my inner voice deadpans.
Great. I’m losing it.
With a shake of my head, I stroll to the couch. As I drop to the cushion beside her, Riley locks her phone and tosses it to the coffee table. Then she reaches for the remote and hits play.
The show is amazing. Great plot, great soundtrack. I should be paying attention.
But tonight I find my mind drifting back to my moment with Riley, my thoughts stuck on how she kissed me when I begged her for a distraction. How she moved on top of me on the kitchen floor. How she lost herself with me. I couldn’t get enough of her. I still can’t. The way I want her is fucking insane.
And that’s a huge fucking problem.
She’s my best friend’s little sister.
She crushed on me for years.
This is wrong. She deserves better.
But it’s fucking impossible to listen to that voice of wisdom when she’s sitting inches away from me, her caramel scent wafting around her.
The right thing to do would be to get my ass out of this room, but?—
“Is everything okay?”
Riley’s soft voice startles me. Blinking, I turn to her and discover she’s staring at me. “Sorry. What did you say?”
“I asked if everything’s okay. You were talking to yourself.”
Breath hitching, I run a hand through my hair. Dammit. I need to get a grip.
I press my lips together, then let them part. “Come here.” The words come out low. Rough.
She tilts her head, hair sliding over her shoulder, but she doesn’t move.
