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She sits back up, hand reaching back for the cream, immediately squirting it along the indent of my abs. Before I can even complain about how cold it is, her mouth descends and she licks her way up my body, smirking up at me when she feels my dick twitch.
Her hips move back and forth, sliding me between her folds. My hands strain against the ribbon and my body wiggles underneath her impatiently. “I need to be inside of you.”
She tsks and picks up a new jar. “Not until you beg me, Hawkins.”
As I’m about to snip back, the alarm rings, telling me the front door was opened.
“Nate?” Sasha shouts, her voice ringing out loudly across the house.
Anastasia’s eyes widen, all the blood draining from her face instantly. “What the fuck?”
Tugging at my hands until they’re free, the pair of us scramble off to the floor, and I put my boxers back on.
“Wait a minute, Sash!” I shout, moving Stassie in front of me. The kitchen door flies open, and Sasha looks between us frantically.
“Ew!” she squeals. “Were you two…yuck! Nate! I cook in here. Oh my God!” Her nose scrunches, face twisting in disgust. With her head turned away, she shivers. “You must be Stassie. I’d hug you, but I think it’d be awkward for everyone.”
Stas shuffles nervously, head hung low so her long hair hides her pink cheeks, but she nods and holds up a hand to wave.
This is not how I wanted the two most important women in my life to meet each other for the first time.
“What the fuck are you doing here, Sasha? You’re supposed to be in St. Barts.”
“I’ve been calling and texting you, jackass. You didn’t answer.” She huffs, folding her arms across her chest, still looking away. “Do you want me to bore you with the details of our father’s latest betrayal, or would you prefer to let your girlfriend put on some pants, y’know, before Dad brings the bags in from the car?”
Betrayal?“Gimme five. We’ll be right back,” I promise, nudging a mortified Anastasia toward the staircase that isn’t going to walk her straight into my Dad’s line of sight.
“You’re so rich you have two staircases.”
“I’ll humble myself for you and buy us a house with only one set of stairs. Will that make you happy?” I tease, squeezing her ass when it bounces in front of my face as we climb the stairs. “I’m so sorry about this, baby. I can’t remember the last time I looked at my phone before texting JJ earlier.”
We reach my room, and she immediately finds her panties and a pair of jeans, tying her hair back up into a ponytail. I approach her from behind, wrapping my arms around her waist and burying my head into her neck, inhaling the smell of honey and strawberry I love.
She sighs and sinks back into my chest, tilting her face up to kiss me. “Your dad is going to hate me, isn’t he?”
I can feel the anxiety rolling off her, it’s written all over her face, it’s in her posture, in the desperation of her kiss.
“Anastasia, listen to me. You do not need to worry about the opinion of that man. I love you and I will be counting the minutes until I get to get you away from him.”
“So that’s a yes then,” she says, shaking off my embrace. She waits on the bed and watches me get changed into jeans and a sweater. I hate that he’s here, that he managed to burst our bubble. We’re going back to Maple Hills tomorrow evening, and we weresoclose to having a perfect week. No drownings, no fighting, and no parent.
“You changing?” I ask, eyeing her jersey.
“Your Dad ever watched one of your games?” She nods knowingly when I shake my head. “Then no, I’m not changing. Okay, let’s get this over with. And Nate, I love you too.”
Sasha is snacking away on chips withCriminal Mindsblasting from the TV when we return downstairs, entering the living room, hand in hand.
“He went to the resort,” she says, not looking away from her show. “He wants us to meet him for lunch in an hour.”
Great.
“Anastasia, this is Sasha, my baby sister,” I say, trying to make this less weird. “Sash, this is my girlfriend, Stassie.”
I finally steal her attention from the TV, but I instantly regret it when she raises a perfectly sculpted eyebrow. “Why are you acting like we haven’t met? I caught you two doing it in the kitchen like ten minutes ago…”
“Jesus, Sasha,” I whine, raking a hand through my hair. “That’s not what was happening. Can you be nice?”
“Tell that to the can of whipped cream, Nutella, and strawberry sundae sauce on the counter,” she says with a snort.
