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“No…the words. Those words,” she whispers.
“Dirty girl. So dirty. You like to be fucked and told all the things I want to do to this body?”
“God, yes,” she breathes.
“No god could touch you like this. You call me by my name. It’s Theo. Now, I want you to come on my fingers, then I want you on your knees, sucking me off as if I paid you for it. You want that?”
She nods eagerly. It’s amazing how she goes from wildly insecure to completely free of inhibitions when I get her to the point of pleasure that overtakes her.
“Come.” A simple demand with the pinch of my fingers, and she does. That’s all it takes.
I’m going to break her to fit every fantasy and desire I have. And in turn, they will become hers too.
There is a tap on the door. “Is…um…everything all right in there?”
I smirk, and Hanna covers her face, mortified.
“Yes, we found one she really, really likes. We will be out in a minute,” I call to the saleswoman, then murmur against Hanna’s ear, “Guess we will have to save you getting on your knees for next time.” It makes her shiver.
“Okay. Let me know if there is anything you need,” the woman replies, and I know she knows what just happened.
“You’re bad for me,” Hanna finally says, putting on her clothes.
“Precisely. That’s why we’re perfect. I’m bad for you, and you’re exactly right for me.”
Slipping the jeans up her hips, she pays no mind to my perusal of her curves.
“I’m back!” my sister announces, and instant panic settles on Hanna’s face. Me? I’m not worried. Brenda can’t tell me who I can and can’t sleep with.
“You think you’re so funny,” the beauty in front of me scolds when I chuckle.
“Oh my God. Theo! Are you in there? You better march your ass out here with your tail between your legs.”
Hanna shakes her head, grabbing a suit and opening the door. I follow behind her, and I’m met with my sister’s much shorter frame, where she glares up at me with her arms folded across her chest.
“You are incorrigible.”
“No. I’m determined. Big difference, right, Hanna?” I wink at her.
“You smug ass. Brenda, I’m sorry. I had no idea he was going to show up.”
“Oh, I know. This is all him. This is why the lake is a girls’ thing. I don’t need your horny self showing up and watching Hanna like she belongs to you.”
I smirk. “She does.”
“Theo!” Hanna squawks, her face now red. She looks like she’s both mortified and could slap me senseless. I like a little feistiness in her.
“Next time, don’t deny me what I want.” I shrug, walking past them both.
“You’re a jerk,” Hanna hollers after me.
“Really? Moments ago, you were calling me a god.” And just like that, I’m gone as quickly as I arrived.
I came to show her what exactly this arrangement means. We always have access to each other’s body. Whenever and wherever. Maybe now, she’ll see I mean business.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
HANNA
“Brenda, I’m so embarrassed. Please forget any of that happened,” I beg for the fifth time on the ride back to Cherry Hill.
“Woman, it’s fine, really. Stop apologizing. I’m just worried about you; that’s all.”
“What do you mean?” I turn toward her a little, adjusting in my seat.
Shaking her head, she spits it out, “Listen. My brother cares about no one. I think I’m the only one who owns a soft spot in his stone heart. I would hate to see you fall for him and then him break your heart when he leaves.”
I look out at the road ahead, processing her words. “I won’t fall in love with him. I don’t think I ever could, even if he wanted to,” I say out loud, which I did not mean to.
“What?” Brenda questions.
“I’ve been alone all my life. I don’t get attached to things. Getting attached always broke my heart. Foster care will do that. No family will do that.”
“Oh, Hanna. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring this up. Let’s change the subject.”
“Yeah, let’s.” I don’t want to always have to tell the sob story of my upbringing. It’s done and over with. I’m an adult and on my own. And maybe one day soon I’ll find out the last piece of what seems to be missing.
Why did my grandfather never contact me? He’s the last person I know of to find answers out from. But he’s dead. How do you get answers from a dead man? I don’t know, but I plan to keep digging. Sift through every part of that house to see if there is any evidence of other family members or friends who would know him well enough to have the answers to my questions.
“Hanna?” Brenda pulls me from my wayward thoughts.
“Yeah, sorry. Just super tired. So the lake. How many people are coming?” I shift the conversation and silently give thanks that she buys it.
