Page 16 of Summer Brew

My consciousness comes back slowly. The fact that there’s no early morning alarm clock is both jarring and wonderful. It won’t be long before I have to get back into the groove of early mornings. I’m not looking forward to it.

I’ve never been a morning person. From what I knew of her, Gemma wasn’t either. I can’t imagine that changed.

As the weight and heat of her registers in my mind, along with the very unfamiliar but perfectly suited surroundings coming into focus, I freeze for a moment. Mentally, I’m bracing for the panic.

It doesn’t come.

But that’s what I should be feeling. Right?

Last night I showed up at the window of my best friend’s little sister. I climbed into her room. I undressed her. I made her come on my cock.

I should absolutely be panicking.

But all I feel is a sense of calm. It’s a serenity I’m not used to feeling.

She feels right in my arms. I want to wake up just like this every day for the rest of my life.

Now, when my thoughts turn to Gary, things get complicated. My heart starts to pound harder in my chest while picturing the look he’s going to have on his face when he finds out about this.

The man is liable to punch me. And I’ll let him, if it comes to that.

He might hold back, but I’m not going to bet on it. Not with how protective he’s been when it comes to Gemma. It’s been his life’s work to turn the heat up underneath any guy she’s looked at for more than a few seconds.

All of his friends would give him shit for it when we were growing up. He never let those jeers get under his skin.

He would just shrug and say, “She’s my sister.”

As if that was enough. As if it explained everything.

For Gary, I think it genuinely did.

Not everyone understood that about him, especially since he didn’t take many things seriously. When it came to Gemma, he was different. It’s a protectiveness engrained in him.

It’s never been directed at me. I’m not sure if I’ll be able to handle that kind of heat.

Not that there’s any way I can go back now. Even if I could, I don’t want to.

I know what it feels like to slide inside of her tight, wet heat now. I’ll never be able to forget. It would be a fucking shame if I did.

Gary is just going to have to get over it. I’m not letting Gemma go now. I warned her last night; hopefully, she took the words to heart because I meant them.

Instead of worrying about how Gary is going to react, I need to worry about how to tell him. I look down at the woman in my arms and brush some of her hair out of her face. Right now, it’s a light pink, a barely there color which catches the light and makes her look like she doesn’t belong to this world.

Her eyelashes flutter slightly and I find myself holding my breath as her eyes open. Her aqua-colored eyes blink up at me a few times. I watch in real time as she realizes exactly where she is.

I try not to laugh as her body locks up. I can see the war in her eyes. She’s not sure if she should throw herself at me or if she should push me away. I’m honestly not sure which way she’s leaning, and I don’t want to find out.

Her eyebrows pull together when my arms tighten around her. I’m not letting her go, even if she tries to push me away.

I’m self-aware enough to realize she has no reason to trust me. Not after the last few years and how far we’ve drifted away from each other.

Looking back, I think it’s what we needed. Without a little distance, I wouldn’t have been able to see her.

“Morning,” my voice is rough and still tinged with sleep.

“Good morning,” she squeaks.

So many emotions flash over her features. I soak up every single one of them. I haven’t been able to enjoy them in the last few years, but her face has always been expressive.