“How is she doing?”
My mouth twists into a grimace and I consider how best to answer that question. Kasey’s not okay. Not by a long shot. But neither is Aaron.
Telling him how messed up his baby sister is when he’s thousands of miles away unable to do a damn thing about it, isn’t going to do anything but add stress to an already stressful situation. And I’m not looking to make matters worse.
“As good as can be expected,” I tell him, which isn’t a lie. “She’s sleeping but… do you want me to wake her so you two can talk?”
Shit.Too late, I realize I fucked up and admitted to having her here, in my bed. Or,notin my bed. She’s stayed in our guestroom a handful of times before so he might assume that’s where she is now. Okay. That could work. But what’s my excuse for her being here? It’s one thing for her to stay over when Aaron is here but there’s no reason for Kasey to hang around when only I’m in residence. Shit.
Thankfully Aaron’s too much in his own head to notice my mistake. “No,” he spits out quickly before exhaling a heavy breath. “Sorry. That came out wrong. But, let her sleep. I’m sure she needs it”
I grunt just as Kasey stirs, a soft sigh escaping her that I pray Aaron doesn’t hear.
She rolls over in bed, her eyelashes fluttering before she opens her eyes and scans the room. Catching sight of me, she meets my gaze and without needing to say a word, the air thickens between us.
The blanket beneath her shifts to expose the tops of her creamy breasts and I have to fight to keep myself rooted in place.
I can’t touch her while I’m on the phone with her brother. But that doesn’t stop me from looking my fill and checking her out. I’m only human after all.
Kasey sees my eyes drop to her chest before returning to her face and she gives me a heated look, one filled with filthy promise.
She pushes up on her elbows, letting the covers fall further down until the pink tips of her nipples are on display.Shit. With heavy lids, she cups one hand over her breast and rolls one tight bud between her fingers, teasing me with the sight of her as she plays with herself.
My cock jerks in my gym shorts and I hiss out a breath. Slicing my hand through the air, I give her a silent order to cut that shit out. One she happily ignores.
Kasey tilts her head and a mischievous glint lights up her baby blues before she ever so fucking slowly draws the blanket back, exposing inch after inch of bare, naked skin.
“Fuck me,” I groan.
“What?” Aaron asks and I jerk away from my phone only to curse myself and press it back to my ear. I give Kasey an admonishing look, one she pretends not to see as she continues to toy with her tits. It’s a silent invitation I wish I could accept.
Grinding my teeth together, I turn my back on her so I can finish my call with Aaron before I close the distance between us and cross yet another line—like finger fucking my best friend’s sister while I’m on the goddamn phone with him.Christ.What is wrong with me?
“Sorry. Got a text about practice,” I lie. “Do you want me to pick you up from the airport?” I block out the sound of Kasey shifting her weight on the mattress behind me and wait for his response, but my body is tight with anticipation, my dick already hard and eager for the girl laying only a few feet away from me.
“Nah. I’ll catch a ride share. Just wanted to give you a head’s up that I’ll be back tomorrow.”
“Got it. I’ll let Kasey know once she’s up.”
“Thanks, man.” He ends the calls and before I’ve even returned my phone to my pocket, small arms wrap around me from behind and boldly slide beneath my shirt.
Closing my eyes, I tilt my head to the sky, and pray for the strength to resist her, knowing I won’t find it. It’s not supposed to be like this.
One minute we’re fighting and the next we’re fucking. Rinse and repeat. Neither one of us able to get enough of the other. It’s not healthy. She’s using sex to avoid grieving. Hell, she’s using me and I should not be as cool with that as I am.
“Hi.” She presses her lips to my back, hands flexing possessively against my abdomen. “Tired?”
I look over my shoulder to see a stark naked Kasey pressed up against me, giving me a terrific view of the tops of her breasts and the swell of her perfect ass.
Could she have thrown on a shirt? Of course not. She’s… I shake my head. Kasey is something else. Comfortable in her own skin. Confident in her sexuality. It shouldn’t surprise me. She’s always known who she is and what she wants, and to hell with what anyone else thinks about it.
Despite her inexperience, Kasey is fully aware of the effect she has on me, a point she makes clear when one of her small hands dips low to brush over the hard-on I’m sporting in my gym shorts.
Biting back a groan, I hang my head and struggle to steady my breath.
Emboldened by my reaction, Kasey cups me over the fabric of my shorts, squeezing my length with her delicate fingers as she works me up and down.Fuuuuck.
“Hmm?”
