“That was one time, Sibyl.”
I shudder. I’ve known this man for my entire life—he’s been hanging around our house since before I was born. In my twenty-seven years, I’ve never heard him say my name likethat. Never seen him look at me like this either. It’s intense.
Now I know why the girls all line up to try and get his attention at the bars. Once his sights are set on you, there’s no better feeling in the world. I never want it to stop.
“Okay, I want you guys to hold hands and walk toward the willow.”
Eli offers me a big, calloused hand, shooting me a wink when I feel my cheeks heat. This is insane. How the hell is this even happening right now? I let him wrap his fingers around mine, stumbling along next to him down the boardwalk.
“Walk much?” he taunts. I throw my hip into his, nearly causing him to lose his balance. Thank God he didn’t. We would have ended up in the water.
“Great!” Ramona calls after us. “Just turn there and, I don’t know?—”
Eli spins me around, the dress fanning out around me before he puts a hand on my back, the other grabbing my thigh, dipping me.
I squeal like a little girl, gripping his bicep in one hand, the other coming up to rest on his face again.
“Hi,” I whisper.
Chapter 4
Eli
I’m going to hell.
Twenty-seven years. I’ve known her for twenty-seven years as Kellan’s little sister, and now that I’ve tasted her, I can’t get enough.
Her skin is so fucking soft. Her lips…
The way she tastes?
How the fuck has she been in my life this whole time, and I never knew touching her would feel like this? It’s fucking addictive.
She’s got the perfect amount of curve to sink my fingers into. Her hair feels like silk, and the way she’s looking at me, with her eyes all hazy? I’m not going to fucking survive this.
“Hi,” she whispers. Her sweet, quiet voice is like music to my ears.
“Hey, Sibby girl.” I slide my hand up her back until it’s tangled in her hair. Flexing my arms, I scoop her into my chest. The need to feel her lips on mine again overrides any logic, along with any loyalty to Kellan.
Sibyl arcs into me. Her lips parting, letting me dip mytongue inside. We’re putting on one hell of a show for the photographer, but I can’t seem to care.
I don’t know if Sibyl’s girls know about this shoot, but Taylor does, which means the whole town is going to learn about it. It’s going to go viral, and then Kellan is going to kick my ass for licking his sister’s tonsils for the world to see.
The thought is sobering enough that I pull away, winking at Sibyl when she gives me a confused look. I don’t want to hurt her feelings, but I need a minute to breathe—to think. Sibyl is family. She’s a part of us. I can’t fuck this up and lose her. We wouldn’t survive that loss. I know it.
I get her back on two feet, tugging her hand—testing a theory. How deep is she in this? How much does she trust me? She follows instantly. Compliant. Her body melts into me wherever I touch her. I forget again that we’re being filmed as I tuck her body into the base of a willow.
I rest one hand next to her head, bending at the waist, pressing a kiss to her neck. My nose runs along her jaw.
She giggles. It’s her nervous giggle, I’ve heard it a few times, catching her out on first dates over the years, watching her flirt with boys who turned out to be assholes. Boys that Kellan and I took way too much pleasure in beating after they broke her heart. I’m not violent by nature, but there’s nothing like a nose breaking under your hand when it’s justified, and making Sibyl cry automatically made it justified, in our eyes at least.
But I’ve never paid much attention to the noise, never had it affect me before. Until today, that is, when it goes straight to my dick—the needy bastard doing his best to make an appearance.
“I need to stop touching you,” I breathe into her neck.
“Do you want to stop?” Soft brown eyes meet mine, understanding in them.
“Kellan would?—”
