Page 145 of Painted Truths

My sister squints her eyes in thought, blatantly weighing the pros and cons of sticking around under her big brother’s scrutiny. Self-preservation seems to be the clear winner when she grins straight at me.

“That would be wonderful. Thank you, girls! I just have to grab a couple of things. I’ll meet you outside in two.”

Shooting a mischievous smile at yours truly, she bounces from the room in that way nineteen year olds girls can’t help when excited. Or, more likely, happy to be getting away from the inevitable grilling brother dearest is set on.

Bidding farewell to Liv’s best friends, I turn to my wife, only to find her with a popped brow and an accusatory look in her eyes.

“What?”

She deadpans, remaining mute.

“What? What’s with the look?!”

Huffing a sigh, she closes her eyes and shakes her head almost wearily. “You need to let her live her life, Henry. She’s an adult now. She can make her own life choices, and we should support her.”

I’m on the verge of raising a sardonic eyebrow at my empathic wife when she tightens her legs around my waist from her perch on the island, pulling my always-ready cock close until I can feel her heat even through her denims. A groan falls from my mouth at the delicious friction the move creates.

“You were saying?” Then, arching a perfectly shaped brow, she lifts her chin in that way that drives me wild. I catch her by the waist, tossing her over one shoulder as she yelps loudly before I march directly to the hall and up the stairs, passing an eye-rolling Mila as I take them two at a time.

Her passing words are my sister to a T. “Be safe, kids.”

Smartass.

* * *

After giving Liv more orgasms than I can count, we doze for a couple of hours before I get up, intent on drawing her a bath.

She rolls over to her stomach, reaching to grab me as I move off the bed. “But I don’t need a bath.”

“I beg to differ, stinky.” Throwing a smirk over my shoulder, I can see her narrowed eyes from her comfortable position on our super king bed, eliciting a bark of laughter from my chest.

Turning on the taps on the oversized free-standing bathtub, I reach for some lavender essence in Liv’s drawers, and after adding a couple of drops to the running water, I grab some towels from the rack, leaving them within easy reach.

I hear Liv’s soft footsteps as she sits on the edge of the tub, watching me intently before she grabs her hair and scoops it up messily, tacking it to the top of her head. My eyes are drawn to her movements like a moth to a flame. She is the most beautiful woman in the world with an even more beautiful heart, and she doesn’t even realise it.

“Come on, Peach. Let’s get you all clean.”

Her mouth lifts on one side as her eyes twinkle mischievously. “Why? So, you can dirty me up all over again?”

Growling playfully, I grab her hand and yank her to my chest, our unclothed bodies rubbing against each other, making my dick thicken once more.

“Don’t you fucking know it, baby.”

She shudders against me when I drop my mouth to her neck, biting lightly before pushing back from her, knowing where this is headed but needing to pamper her first.

I help her, then climb in myself, settling her between my thighs, her back pressed against my chest. Sighing contentedly, she drops her head back so that she’s resting against my shoulder as I begin the process of lathering her up.

She arches against me like a cat as I rub lazy circles along her arms and shoulders, slowly edging my way toward her perky tits and drawing her nipples between my thumb and forefinger; I can’t help giving them a tiny pinch.

“How was your trip?”

Continuing to lather her body while she preens under the attention, I ignore my blatantly hard cock and focus on answering her question.

“It was good. He’s good. Missing home a bit now and then, but settled quite well in New York. The Big Apple suits him. He’s even been on some real, genuine dates.”

The smile on her face is bright and genuine as her eyes meet mine. “I know. We talk every day. Twice a day, most days. His date last week was with a girl called Krista. I think he liked her. He said they had a fun time!”

I snort internally, knowing precisely who Krista is and why my brother would like her. She’s a daughter of one of the board members renowned for her blowjobs—so much so that her nickname is Dyson.