It’s only the possibility that I’d lose my sister’s trust not to mention my own self-respect and honor, if I act on my baser instincts towards her friend which spurs me on to finally rein in my desires.
I square my shoulders, keep my eyes averted from my sister’s friend.
"Can we have this discussion where my eardrums don’t feel like they’re being shredded?" I plead with Phe.
"You’re so old," my sister yells in my ear.
That I am. Older than her, that is. I give her my best big brother stare.
It works, for she throws up her hands. "Whatever." Phe pivots and begins to elbow her way through the gyrating masses.
I step around and in front of her, shouldering people aside. In seconds, we’re out of the sweaty, heat of the dance floor.
I draw in gulps of breath, glance over my shoulder to make sure the girls are following me, then head toward a relativelyquieter corner of the bar. I find a high-top table and lean my elbow on it.
First Phe, then her gorgeous friend reach the table.
"You’re such a bore," Phe whines.
I lean over and tug her hair. "And you’ve turned into a regular party animal."
"Dancing for an hour, on a crowded dance floor at"—she pulls out her phone and pretends to check the time—"eleven pm makes me a party animal. Not," Phe coughs.
Her friend stays silent.
Phe turns to her. "What do you think?"
She looks between us. "I’m not getting involved."
Phe throws her arm around her friend. "Oh, you’re involved, all right, girlfriend. We’re here becauseyouwanted to go dancing."
I scowl at her friend. I saw her dancing, all right.
The way she shook her arse, rotated her hips, and twirled around on her toes mesmerized me. The lights bounced off her, covering her in a shimmering aura which made her seem almost otherworldly.
And damn, if I wasn’t drawn to her. Watching her shake her booty turned my dick to stone, and my balls felt like boulders. I also noticed how every other man in the room seemed to be focused on her. It made me want to step over and tear their eyes out. The level of possessiveness I felt—still feel—about her is bewildering.
Some of my feelings must show on my face, for her gaze widens. She holds out her hand. "I’m Harper. Harper Richie."
"Oh, I’m sorry, I didn’t realize you two haven’t been introduced." Phoenix waves her hand between us. "Harper, this is James, my brother. James… This is my bestie, Harper."
I take Harper’s much smaller palm in mine.
A current of electricity zips up my arm. The hair on the nape of my neck rises. Holy hell. What kind of a crazy response am I having to this woman?
No, she’s a girl.And she’s out of bounds.Also, what is she wearing?
Why is her dress so short? Enough to bare her creamy thighs. Combined with her boots and her high ponytail, they make her look sexy yet also, sweet.
I can’t help but imagine wrapping her ponytail around my hand and urging her to her knees. Then I’d yank on her hair, so she opens her mouth, enough for me to ease my cock between those lips and—I shove aside the images my thoughts have conjured. Take a few deep breaths to try to dispel the tightness at my crotch.'Try' being the operative word.
I get my thoughts under control and focus on my sister. And because I can’t ask this question of Harper, I aim it at Phe. "What are you wearing?"
She looks down at herself. "I’m wearing a perfectly respectable mini-dress which is?—"
"Miniscule." I fold my arms across my chest. "I understand, you’re grown up. You're an adult. But don’t expect me to be in the same room and watch you"—I nod in the direction of the dance floor—"make an exhibition of yourself."
"Nobody asked you to come here and watch," mumbles Harper.
