His eyes widen as a door above us slams shut.
“Shit.” He mumbles as he looks over at the still open door.
“Z!” a female voice calls out from above.
“Fuck.” He cuts out under his breath as he looks down at me and holds his finger up over his lips, telling me to be quiet. “Yeah?”
“This is just…” The voice comes closer as he shakes his head, pulling out of me quickly and moving across the room quickly.
“Hey, give me a few minutes. I’ll be right up.” And he slams the door shut, reaching over and locking it.
I tilt my head as I look at him as he walks back over. “Sorry.” He whispers as he crawls back up the bed and lining himself up once more before pushing inside of me.
“Who is that?” I snap out, irritated now, but as he urgently pushes himself inside of me again, I gasp, no longer caring.
“Z!” comes from the hallway outside of the door before banging sounds on the door. “Zane!”
“Zane?” I repeat, quietly, looking up at him and he rolls his eyes.
Fuck off, he mouths at me before he looks back at the door. “Drew, I’m sorry I’m in the middle of something. I’ll come find you as soon as I’m done.”
I hear her sigh as she mumbles something and Zane looks down at me, deflating as if it’s killing him.
“Sorry, I thought I should wait a little longer before traumatizing my sister.” I can see the hesitation in his face as he glances back at the now quiet door. The sentiment of his woes for his sister tug at my heartstrings and I shake my head, slightly hating myself.
“Go.” I whisper to him before he looks back down at me. Shock lining his face.
“I’m sorry.” He whispers as he gets up off of the bed, grabbing his jeans off of the floor and pulling them up. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”
I can’t help but laugh, shaking my head as he opens the door and I can hear him up the stairs.
I’m not really sure if he’s expecting me to stay down in the basement, like his dirty little secret, or if I’m even allowed to go upstairs.
Pulling my dress over my head, I leave the bedroom and up the stairs. I can’t help but be curious and to meet her, unsure if it will piss him off or not. And I’m hoping that they’re somewhere else in the large house; however, my trust issues needing clarification that it is actually his sister and not someone else.
I learn instantaneously as I reach the top of the steps that one of those things is not the case..
“Oh!” the same female voice says. “I see you were literally in the middle of something,”
Zane glances over at me and smirks.
“Sorry.” I whisper as I step into the kitchen. “I just needed to get some water.”
“Oh, no.” She smirks. “Come sit. I am much more interested in what’s happening here.”
“Nothing’s happening.” I tell her as I walk into the kitchen.
“There’s some water in the fridge.” Zane nods towards the large refrigerator.
“I’ll be out in just a second.”
“No, I’m serious, come sit.” She motions to the empty seat across the table from her.
Zane laughs. “She won’t stop until you do it.”
Opening the fridge, I grab a bottle, turning back and looking at him. He nods his head, so I grab another, close the door, and walk back over to the table, handing him a bottle and sitting down. Putting aside the fact that we just communicated without speaking.
“So…” She’s smirking as she’s staring at me.
