She stared at me with amazement. I grabbed her dress, tugging it back down into place. She looked at me, confused now.
“You… are… you…” She swallowed, licking her lips. “Are you good?”
No, my dick was pulsing painfully, and I was pretty sure I had blue balls at this point. But I also knew now to push it.
“I’m good. That helped.” I reached out. “Do you want a hand up?”
She nodded, and I pulled her up. I helped her to the bathroom, and she chewed on her cheek. She looked down at my pants, and I knew she could see my bulge, but she didn’t ask.
I kissed her forehead. “I’m going to shower. I never got a chance before the party.”
I turned before she could say anything and slipped into my bedroom. I heard my wolf growl, pissed off. I tugged at my jeans, feeling like someone had put all my blood straight there.
I wanted to have her more than anything, but I knew she wasn’t ready. I needed to be patient, and I could.
Chapter 11 - Gabriella
I chewed on my cheek as I stared at my bedroom door. I could still see it all going down—how I moaned loudly, my nails digging into his skin, how I panted and said his name. How I came so hard I saw stars. I leaned forward, throwing my face into my pillow. I wanted to scream, but then everyone would know I was awake.
I was embarrassed and couldn’t face him in the daylight. It was one thing to be confident at night, but another when I could see his face.
I lay in bed until it was nine, and then I pulled myself out. I checked the hallway before I went down. The house was quiet, and I headed into the kitchen and made myself a cup of coffee. I was pouring the coffee in my mug when I heard a door, and my body stiffened. I realized it was Hazel coming down the hallway.
“Morning,” she chirped. “Where were you last night? Nora and I were looking for you. You freaking abandoned me.”
“Oh, we had a bit of a situation, so Westley and I left early.”
She paused as she got to the fridge. “A situation? What does that mean?”
I shrugged. “Kyle and Ivan were bothering me, and it pissed Westley off. So, we left.”
“You left? Why did you both have to leave?”
“Well, because he was angry, and I didn’t really feel like staying there after that.”
She pulled out the milk and tilted her head. She watched me for a moment before her eyes widened. “Oh my god! You had sex!”
“What!? No, I didn’t!” I felt my face grow hot.
She laughed. “Yes, you did! Your hair is a mess, and your face is red. You also have a… I don’t even know what, but there is a look in your eyes. You fucked him, didn’t you!”
“I did not… we… no… we didn’t have sex.” I felt like my body was on fire, and I turned my attention to my coffee. “Don’t say stuff like that.”
“Oh, no, you don’t.” She walked over, snatching my coffee away, spilling part of it onto the counter. She held it out and waved her hand. “I need details because you’re lying. You’re hiding something. I’m your sister, and I know your voice pitches high when you’re trying to hide something. Spill.”
I scoffed, trying to act normal. “No, I’m not. Give me my coffee.”
She held it out further. “Then tell me what happened. Clearly something happened.”
“Nothing happened.” I was practically yelling this now. “Would you give me my coffee?”
“I call shit!” She stepped back, moving my coffee out of reach. “Spill. Or I swear to god, I’ll drink this myself.”
My shoulders dropped. I could keep saying nothing happened, but she would only keep pressing. “You don’t want to know.”
“I do, considering I’m living in this house, and if you two are fucking I’m going to need earbuds.”
“We aren’t fucking,” I sighed. “But… we did… other stuff.”
