“Please, I need to come.”
She knew I could make her cry for it yet had loved every second of it. Her knees pushed up, opened her legs wider, and from where I stood, I could see the glistening pink folds each time she withdrew the toy. God, she was fucking beautiful. It took just about every inch of control I possessed not to drop between her thighs and lick her until she ached. I watched her body shiver and arch off the bed, her orgasm close. Yet, she was fighting to hold on. Her loud moans a cadence to her need to be fucked.
“Now, Sia,” the soft demand wrenched a sensual cry as she succumbed. Her shuddering body taut in release, she came hard. Relishing her moans, I turned and walked out. On the landing, I pulled in a deep breath. “Fucking hell,” I hissed. “What the fuck did I just do. She’s off-limits,” I cursed and headed for my bathroom. I took a couple of minutes to slow my heart rate yet failed to get my hard cock to simmer down. God, it hurt. It would take a while. Knowing my kids would come looking for me, I adjusted myself and left the room. When I entered the dining room, I was surprised to find Sianna next to Rayden. She was glowing, her skin a flushed bronze. I fisted my palms, nails digging into the flesh, to avoid staring.
“Looks like you managed to persuade her where we failed, dad,” Rayden quipped.
I rolled my lips between my teeth to keep from smiling as Sianna’s glass stopped mid-way to her mouth. She glanced from Rayden to me. Her eyes flared for just a moment before she dropped her gaze. If she knew, she had no intention of asking me out loud.
“Glad you could join us.” I passed her the bowl of potatoes, and my fingers grazed hers. The touch was intimate yet a subtle reminder that we were pretending we hadn’t touched before.
“Try the fish, Sianna—”
“She’s allergic to seafood.” I stopped my daughter before gauging my mistake. Four pairs of eyes stared at me. I swallowed, and my smile slipped. Sia’s wider than the other three, I read the distress in her blue gaze.Fuck.
Rayden’s hand frozen on the bottle of wine he was about to pour, his brow creased. “How do you know she is, dad?”
In the second I hesitated, Tamara answered, “She mentioned it the other day when we talked about the dishes she could cook.”
I caught Sianna’s surprise look at the same time I glanced over at my sister. Her expression was a clear warning to watch myself. Did she know? Had my reactions been that obvious?
Sianna
FAINT NOISES CREPTover me, begging for a listen. A pair of sinful gray eyes haunted my semi-conscious state. With a frustrated sigh, I rolled over and stared at the clock. It was just after one in the morning—three hours since I’d laid down and no closer to sleeping than I’d been when Rayden dropped a soft kiss to my lips and left for an evening out with his friends. Restless, I turned on my side and a second later rolled onto my back again. I was tense, every nerve cell on fire, Drake’s proximity had flamed since that morning in his room.
Notwithstanding the fact, I’d fucked myself earlier with a vibrator to wild fantasies featuring the man. The imagination so real, commands so deep, so sexy, it almost felt like he was in the room with me. When Rayden mentioned he’d sent Drake up to call me, I was too shocked to wonder whether he’d been in my room. Then I waved it aside since I had no way of knowing without asking them. Still, that mind-blowing release wasn’t enough to sate my craving. I wanted him.
Without thinking, I slid a hand down the waistband of my sleeping shorts. Maybe another orgasm would help me relax, give me the reprieve I craved. I barely touched the apex between my thighs when my hand retracted to my stomach, wary I wasn’t in my bed or my apartment. With my luck, Rayden would return to find me with a finger hidden between my already slick pussy lips. Not that it would matter if he did, only the idea of sex with him suddenly didn’t pique my interest. The last thing I needed was for him to pick up on my reluctance. It wasn’t fair to him. Unbound guilt painted the insides of my stomach a revolting mess.
Sighing, I sat up and thrust a hand through my hair. I glanced around the elegant bedroom, searching for God knew what. Maybe if I had a book, it might help with the escapism my anxious body desired. Slipping my legs over the side, I climbed out of bed and opened the door. I peeked down the darkened passage for a moment before stepping out. Figuring everyone was asleep, I didn’t bother with a robe and padded barefoot along the hallway toward the library I’d noticed when Rayden gave me a tour of the house. The door stood open. With a quick look behind me, I entered and neared the rows of shelves idly wondering if the family read books or were the numerous paperbacks just for show. Only when I looked at the first book did I realize I’d no idea where the light switch was and squinted at the titles.
“A little late to be ghosting my library?”
I froze, recognizing that deep voice without turning. Debating whether to make a run for it or face the man, I chewed the inside of my cheek.
As though he sensed my prevarication, he moved, and the clink of glass caught my ear. “What are you doing out of bed?”
