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She doesn’t say anything back and when I look over at her she looks like she wants to say something. Her perfectly sculpted eyebrows furrow as she scrunches her lips together. “Gab, is there anything you want to talk about?” My heart begins to accelerate instantly and I try to calm my nerves before answering her in what I believe would be a high pitched and very telling, “No!”
“What do you mean?” I continue making eye contact, knowing that averting my gaze will just make me look guilty.
“You’ve just been different this week, that’s all. Almost like you’ve been on edge. Nervous. You always tell me everything and I feel like you’re keeping something from me.” She lowers her glasses again and looks at me over the tops of the lenses.
I shake my head and do my best to force a chuckle. “No girl, there’s nothing. It was just a long semester. I guess I’m still coming down from that.” I zip my tote closed and set it on top of one of my suitcases. “You’re overthinking it.” She narrows her gaze, staring at me like I have the answers written all over my face.
“Any time your phone buzzes it’s like you jump four feet. You’ve been quiet. Almost too quiet. It’s like you’re worried that if you open your mouth, something is going to come tumbling out like word vomit.” She tucks a stray blonde strand behind her ear and fiddles with her glasses again. “You know you can tell me anything. I won’t judge you.”
Easy to say now. She probably thinks I have a boyfriend at school I’m keeping from everyone. Or that I failed a class.Certainly not that I’ve fallen in love with my older brother and have been letting him fuck my brains out for the better part of the past week.
“There’s nothing to tell, Monica. I promise,” I add for extra measure. I feel guilty lying to her when she can clearly see I’m hiding something, but now is not the time to unleash the truth on her. Or anyone.
“Okay.” She shrugs. “Well, let’s get you back to New York then.”
My leg bounces in anticipation, my skin buzzing with the need to see James. I’m still ten minutes away and he’s already texted me that he’s there waiting for me. Like he’d ever leave me waiting. I can remember the few times he had to pick me up from school and he was never late. I press my phone to my heart and I can’t believe I’ve become that girl who’s this giddy about seeing her boyfriend.
Boyfriend.
James is my boyfriend.
“Holy crap,” I whisper to myself.
“Next stop, New York City,” the conductor says as he grabs my ticket stub from overhead. Minutes later, we are pulling into the station and I’m on my feet grabbing my bags before we are even completely stopped, the adrenaline over seeing James pushing my legs to move even faster. I’m the first one to line up at the door and I’m off the train the second it opens. I start moving towards the escalator when I hear his voice behind me.
“Hi, pretty girl.”
I turn around and I’m stunned to see James on the platform as I assumed he would be waiting outside for me. But now that I think about it, this makes perfect sense. He’s wearing a pair of jeans and a hoodie under his gray peacoat and the mix between casual and business makes my knees weak.
“JAMES!” I squeal and then I’m in his arms with my legs wrapped around his waist as his lips attack mine. “I missed you so much,” I tell him between kisses. “I never want to be apart again.” He grabs me by the back of my neck and holds me to him as we kiss like lovers who haven’t seen each other in years and not the four days it’s been. He tightens his hold on the back of my neck and grips my butt through my coat pulling me harder against him. The kiss and the fact that my sex is completely opened up for him has me feeling dizzy and I try to regain my balance as he sets me on my feet.
“Fucking missed you.” He tells me as he grabs both of my suitcases, leaving me with just my purse and I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of his chivalry.
We make our way to the car and the second we’re alone my hand reaches for his dick, wanting to mount him in the parking lot of the train station.
He grabs my hand and brings it to his lips. “Let me touch you,” I tell him. He looks at me with the sweetest and yet most sexy eyes as he holds both of my hands between his and places kisses all over my fingers.
“I want to wait.”
Wait? Is he kidding? “Till we get home?”
“Till we get home from dinner tonight.”
My eyes widen and I almost choke on my own spit that had pooled in my mouth at the thought of sucking his dick while he drove us home. “J…” I trail off. “Don’t you want me after not having me for four days?”
“Exactly. If I have a taste we aren’t making it to dinner.”
“Aaaand would that be the end of the world?”
“Okay, nympho, can we do something romantic?” he jokes as he pulls out of the garage.
I hold my hands out before pointing to his pelvis and than mine. “What is more romantic than your cock inside of me?”
A loud hearty laugh leaves his mouth and he squeezes my hand before kissing it again. “So I have turned you into a little nympho. I’m not even going to pretend that doesn’t make me proud as fuck.”
“You’re proud that you turned your little sister into a sex crazed lunatic that is quite literally thirsty for your cum?”
“Gabrielle Simone.” He feigns shock over my comment but I can see the smile in his eyes.
