She unbuttons my shirt, then her hand trails lower, unbuckling my belt. I can’t wait to be inside her again, but this time, I’m taking things slow. We have all night and I’m gonna make it count.
Peppering my jaw with rapid kisses, she says, “I’ve been wanting to kiss you all day. Do you know how hard it was for me today?”
“Yeah, well, it was hard for me too. Like really, really fucking hard, sprout.” My shorts drop to the floor with a clink of my belt against the wood.
She frees my cock, gently petting it, moving her fingers up and down. “Was it as hard as now?” She giggles, then licks her lips.
I growl. “Watching you through the lens makes me hard as a fucking rock. But I don’t need to watch you through the lens when I have the other night imprinted in my memory. Especially as I jerked off to it last night.” My lip curls in the corner.
She swats my chest, but has a huge grin on her face. “You could have had the real thing again. I would have come over after drinks with the girls.”
“I have the real thing now.” I lick her nose and she bites my lip before I dive back into her mouth, stroking every inch of her with my tongue, just how I plan to detail other parts of her body. My hands squeeze her ass cheeks. “Get this big, beautiful ass in the tub. I’ll get us something to drink.”
“Do you have some snacks too? I’m starving.”
“You can fill up on my dick.” A chuckle rocks through me as she saunters out back in nothing but her linen shorts. I tuck my dick back in my boxers while I gather a few snacks and a bottle of wine, along with two glasses.
Walking out of the kitchen with my arms full, the front door swings open. “Anybody home?”
Fuck. I drop everything onto the counter, making sure not to let the wine topple, then rush into the living room before Gray walks out back. “Hey man. You forget to knock?”
“Since when have I ever knocked? What’s up with you? You got company?” He scans the room, looking for any sign of life.
“No. I was just about to take a shower.” I grab my shorts from the floor and pull them on a little more aggressively than normal.
Gray makes his way into the kitchen. “Got any beer?”
I clench my jaw and breathe through my nostrils before running into the kitchen to hide the two wine glasses on the counter. He’s already in the fridge, pulling out two bottles of beer. He doesn’t seem his usual self. How can I tell him to get the hell out because I need to fuck his little sister? She’s probably in the hot tub, bare and horny right now. “You all right?”
He opens the bottle, then hands it to me and opens his. “Nah, man. I needed to talk to someone. It’s Cam.”
“Ah, shit.” He thinks I’m sorry for his ass, but really I’m sorry for mine and the action I’m giving up to be a good fucking friend.Some friend you are banging his sister.Somehow, I can’t feel bad about that anymore. Like I’m sorry but not sorry.
Gray aimlessly wanders back into the living room and I quickly put the wine glasses and wine away before he sees it. Chanting in my head, I pray Glory stays in the hot tub. If she’s turned on the jets, she won’t have heard Gray come in. Grabbing a bag of chips, I follow Gray into the living room.
He hovers above the sofa before sitting down, then peels an electric-blue lace bra with large cups from the cushion. His eyes widen as he dangles it from his fingers. “I thought you were an ass man?”
I snatch the bra from his hand, then scan the floor for anything else incriminating. “I am.”
“Damn. Where are you hiding her?”
I freeze. Words stick in the back of my throat and my skin prickles like cold forks piercing my flesh.
He’s on to us.
“I’m not hiding anyone.” Moisture gathers on my forehead and my hands become clammy. Her top is on the floor and I collect that too, along with my shirt, bundling everything close to my chest. “It’s just a girl I’ve been seeing from the production team. She keeps a few of her clothes here, that’s all.”
His grin widens as he raises an eyebrow, rocking back on his heels. “Must be one hell of a woman.” He’d know. Cam isn’t exactly small in that department, but I’m not about to get into how juicy his sister’s tits are, comparing notes on who has the biggest handful.
Bile rises in my throat, thinking back to when he warned me that Cam was off-limits years ago. Said she was like a little sister to him, so I’d stay away. I knew the truth back then. He wanted her for himself, but he knew I wouldn’t cross that line. Everyone knows sisters are off-limits.
The thing is, as much as I know it’s wrong, nothing’s ever felt more right. He can just never find out. I throw the clothes in the bedroom, then enter the living room.
I flop on the sofa next to him. “What’s happening with you and Cam? I thought you were solid.”
He drops his head back on the dark-blue fabric of the sofa. “Everything was going great. Like really great. She couldn’t keep her hands off me, but lately she doesn’t seem interested in me anymore.”
I sit up, resting my elbows on my knees, and taking another swig of beer. The constant chant in the back of my head wills Glory to stay outside. “How come?”
