“Yeah, that’s the plan. I’m still on probation for my job, but all being well, it’ll become permanent, and then I’ll finally sort out a flat share or something.”
I already know about her job. I pretend to be nonchalant when Ric talks about his sister, but I’ve made it my business to squirrel away information about her.
My phone vibrates inside my suit jacket, distracting me. I pull it out and see a message notification.
Ric: BTW, Bow is staying at mine, so you don’t need to worry about my plants.
I raise an eyebrow as I type out a quick response.
Me: Yeah, I figured as much when I swung by on my way back from work.
Ric: Yeah, saw a ring cam alert.
I forgot about the door camera.
Me: Yeah, well, I’m here now.
I stuff my phone back into my pocket asBow hops off the counter. In less than two strides, I’m in front of her. Before I can stop myself, I lift her off her feet, her hands going to my shoulders for support.
“Careful, there might still be some glass on the floor,” I say and start walking away from where she dropped it.My hands instinctively move under her arse to support her weight, and she wraps her legs around my waist as I back her againstthe wall.
Her eye colour turns more vibrant as her pupils dilate, and I freeze. Holding her like this feels so right, so fucking natural and yet this isn’t me. I don’t go out of my way to manhandle women, especially not my best friend’s sister.
I inhale and internally groan. She always smells so sweet and delicious, like fresh strawberries and candy floss.
Her chest rises and falls with each inhale and exhale, her breasts pressing up against my chest as her eyes remain focused on my mouth.
And I can’t help but stare at her lips in returnand wonder what she’d taste like.
Sweat beads her brow. It’s hot as fuck in here with this current heatwave, and it’s only going to get hotter.
But right now, I’m not sure if it’s my clothes that are making me sweat or the fact that I have Bow’s warm cunt pressing against my erection, which is begging to be let out to play.
I sure as hell hope she’s wearing underwear because I am holding on by a damn thread.
Chapter 2
Rainbow
Tobias Cartwright, my brother’s grumpy best friend, has me up against a wall with his very impressive erection pressing against my clit. And I’m aroused. Really fucking aroused.I wish I could blame it on my VCH piercing because, yeah, it definitely comes with some added benefits, like increased sensitivity. But this is all him. The last person I expected to see standing in the kitchen was Tobias, looking like something I would very much like to eat.
I groan, unable to stop myself.
He’s striking, masculine. His face defined by a strong, chiselled jawline, high cheekbones, and thick brows that arch as he stares at me with his russet-brown, almond-shaped eyes.
Something about the intense way he’s staring at me has my heart racing in anticipation.
My hand moves up the back of his neck, my fingers sliding into his short dark hair, where I give it a soft tug as I roll my hips.
I know someone like him would never go for someone like me. Not like that anyway, but I can pretend. At least until he comes back to his senses, right?
He leans in, his tongue flicking out against my exposed shoulder, and I tilt my head to the side. His lips trace a path along my neck, stopping just below my ear, his warm, soft mouth, a contrast to his stubble that tickles my skin, making me shiver.
“Tobias,” I whisper his name as a plea, my voice hoarse.
He thrusts up into me as I tighten my legs around his waist. Hishands squeeze my arse cheeks as he begins to move against me, his mouth sucking on my sensitive flesh.
My lips part, and I squeeze my eyes closed. Every roll of his hips has me closer to self-combusting.
