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Arms wrap around my waist. I think it's safe to assume we've broken that awkward morning after ice. Her lips lightly brush from my spine to the edge of my skin, below my shoulder blade, giving me fucking chills. "I'm just trying to decide if this is really my life right now. I just can't. This shit would only happen to us, but just so we're clear, brother, we're just fuck—"
"Uh ugh. Shut up, T. It's not the same as you hearing about my shit. I'm a guy. We brag. You're my sister. Assuming you have sex but never knowing, witnessing or listening is totally different, especially with one of my only friends. No details are preferred."
Fingertips dip beneath the back waistband of my briefs, lightly skimming along the waistline toward the front as he begins moving the two of them toward the bedroom he came out of. "I'm taking her dress shopping in two hours, Saxton! That's all the time you have," she yells, the door slamming on her statement.
Her hands reach the front and take a dive toward my dick. I turn around, the grin set in place as I stare into her eyes. She takes a step back toward her bedroom. "So the plot thickens . . ."
I follow her, step for step until we almost reach her door. "It changes nothing," she says, the smirk on her face telling me she's full of shit.
"Oh, it changes everything. He never mentioned he had a hot sister in all of these years. The shady little shit." I glance down her body with absolutely no shame. Now that I'm sober, I'm much more aware of exactly how sexy she is. "Funny how something like that never came up."
Her hand grips the doorknob, continuing backward as I stalk toward her. "I thought you had a headache . . ."
"It seems to have dwindled."
"I need to shower."
"So do I."
She smiles. "What are you suggesting?"
I slam the door once I'm inside, and immediately go for her shirt, pulling it up her body until it's off. "If my memory serves me right you like to get wet, so why don't we take round two to the shower?"
Before she can answer my lips press against hers, my hands already pushing down her panties as I force her into the bathroom. Maybe this trip won't completely suck after all.
Chapter Six
Bryant
Idiscard my briefs and step in the shower behind her. She runs her fingers through her long, wet hair as the water rains down on her. My front presses against that sexy backside, my palms resting against the front wall, pinning her in, my lips next to her ear. "I'm going to trust that you're clean since I know a little more of your background now," I whisper, the water falling down my body between us from the shower. "But I don't feel like getting out to look for a condom. I can just pull out. You on birth control?"
Her chest is heaving. I can feel it from the way her back keeps moving against my chest. She turns her head toward me. "I have been for years, but that's still stupid." She turns around, her back now against the wall. My eyes trail down her beautiful body, before meeting her hazel eyes. "Is that a habit you've formed? You may be hot, but I'm not sure I trust you that much."
"No. I'm not asking you to trust me. I always wrap it up. If that were a habit, this conversation wouldn't be taking place, but it's a fact. I'm hard, you're wet, and now I'm a little curious of what I missed from being fucked up last night."
"I think we were both completely out of it. That's the beauty of it. In the light, the sobriety, there are no secrets you can forget. We will remember everything this way."
My lips trace the jugular vein pulsing as she speaks. "I don't care. Memories aren't bad. I want to experience you with my mind intact."
My hands travel to her body, pulling her closer against me. "Just don't make me regret it," she says.
A lot of thoughts plague my mind that hasn’t been present since I landed, until this morning. I've never cared much for New York. The fast pace and the colder climate have never been my thing. I'm not fond of cement in this magnitude. I like the sand and the sun and the open landscape with short travel when LA gets old. But suddenly I'm seeing it in a different light. It's a little more appealing this morning than it's ever been in the past times I've been here.
I almost don't want to go deal with Joel's shit. The drugs, the parties, the need for constant attention gets old quickly. I always go back home exhausted and in need of solitude. He's always been like a brother from another mother to me, but at some point I wish he could move on from Karleigh and experience life, because what he's doing isn't living. Fuck, it isn’t even coping. All he's doing is numbing the pain.
A part of me wants to spend more time with her, to get to know her, but then everything I'm here for would get neglected. My trip would serve no purpose. A few days from now I'm going to be headed back to California, back to real life; the life of my fucked-up dad, the businesses that won't get ran without me unless I call in favors, and the classes I've been taking to get my masters. I'll be back to the hamster on the wheel, spinning in repetition with no way to get off. My life will always be there, like it or not, so there is no point in even entertaining the thought of something more than a fun night after the bar.
"You ever been here?"
I glance up at Saxton as he returns from the men's room and sets two beers down between us on the table. "I'm good, man. I drank enough last night to last me a while. Food is what I need."
He sits down and slides one to me, that asshole smirk in place. "One won't hurt. After this morning, have a fucking beer. God knows you've tried to get me out for a drink enough times over the years."
I pick it up and take a sip from the glass he got draft at the bar, and then return it to the table, my forearms following. "Yet not once did you give in."
"I've been fucked up for a while, Bryant. It wasn't my scene after everything that happened. Social networking became something I despised. You were the one person that I never had to explain things to. You just knew to keep showing up every once in a while. Still, I was a shitty friend to be honest. That girl breathed life into me." He picks up the beer glass and holds it out toward me. "So, how about starting over? Celebratory drinks for the groom and best man sounds like the best way to do that, wouldn't you think?"
He doesn't even break a smile, waiting on me to complete this little man toast he has going on. Unfortunately, mine is harder to mask. "Is that your way of getting over the fact that I fucked your hot sister? The completely fine as fuck sister you neglected to mention all these years . . ." I shake my head. "Really shitty friend."
