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She can’t hear me though as she swims front crawl, her body strong, her strokes sure. She’s no longer wearing her dress and all I can see is her red hair fanning out over her back, her legs and arms kicking through the surface, bringing her to me.
I look up at Leon, eyes wide.
“I’m coming, brother,” he says, diving into the water after her.
She reaches me first, her slim fingers curving around the edge of the rock as she pulls herself up onto the ledge. Droplets of water cascades down her body, and her perfectly proportioned tits wobble as she stands upright.
My mouth dries and I force myself to look away, gripping hold of the root of The Weeping Tree as though it’s a lifeline. “You shouldn’t be here right now. Go back. Stay with Leon.”
“I can’t,” she whispers, and I get the distinct feeling she isn’t talking about returning to the other side of the lake and safety, but what I’d asked her to do moments before I swam across here.
“You can. You did it for Leon. For me.”
“Have I though?” she asks, getting to her feet and taking two steps towards me.
Her presence makes me skittish and my fingers flex and bend around the root of the tree. I swear I can feel it pulse beneath my fingers as though it’s trying to tell me something important, but perhaps that’s just hypothermia setting in. This lake isn’t freezing, but it is cold and our bodies can only cope with the lowered temperature for so long.
“Yes, you have,” Leon reassures her, pulling himself out of the water behind her. Knowing he’s with us gives me enough strength to look at her.
With a slow sweep, my gaze lifts from her bare feet and ankles all the way up her shapely legs that are scattered with freckles, her strong muscles curving towards the apex of her thighs. My eyes linger on her mound, covered by simple white cotton knickers, soaked from the water and sticking to the curve of her pussy lips.
God, how I want to taste her.
I swallow hard, my hand gripping tighter to the root as I continue my slow perusal. My gaze slips over her stomach, to the curve of her waist and the slight jut of her ribcage. She’s breathing heavily, her pale skin dusted with goosebumps and more freckles, her nipples puckered into rosy points delectable enough to feast upon. Tendrils of hair stick against her chest like ropes, only fuelling my need for darker things.
For a moment my mind drifts to our room above the library and all the sex toys locked up in the armoire. I imagine her wrists and ankles bound by rope, spreading her wide open so I can see her pretty cunt glistening with arousal.
Fuck!
How can Leon be so close to her like this and not want to ruin her for himself? I force myself to look at him and not lift my gaze to meet her eyes, knowing what she’ll see in them. Only when my gaze falls on him, I notice how his t-shirt is now completely stuck to his skin and I see his scabbed chest beneath, her name carved into his flesh.
“What the fuck?!” I exclaim, eyes widening.
“I asked her to do it,” he replies, knowing exactly what I’m thinking.
“When?” I bite out.
“When I—”
“When he took my virginity,” Christy finishes for him.
Her voice is soft, gentle, but it still guts me like a knife. My fingers squeeze so hard around the root that my knuckles crack from the force.
“Hetookit?” I glare at my brother, unable to hide the jealousy or my need to fuckingkillhim.
“Jakub held a gun to her,” he says, guilt climbing across his face, heat rushing to his dick. Christy is standing in front of him so she can’t see what I see. She can’t see his cock growing larger, pressing against his cotton boxers at the memory. She can’t see the lust in his eyes, or the love.
It’sfierce.
He loves her.
As I do.
As. I. Do.
“That shouldn’t have happened,” I say, forcing myself to my feet. My muscles groan, my bones ache, my blood boils and my heart…? That fucking pumps louder and faster than ever before.
“It happened,” she whispers, her eyes meeting mine.
