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“SHHH, YOU’LL WAKE THEM.” Emily stumbled in, her keys falling off the entryway’s table. “Dad’s going to kill me if he finds out we came back this late.” The last word had not passed through her lips when Mom’s old grandfather clock chimed, signaling that it was three in the morning. “Shit. We’re dead.”
“Quit making so much noise, dork.” Bailey brushed past my sister on her way in and walked straight toward the kitchen. From my viewpoint, I watched her open the fridge and then move a few things around. “You want some water? Gatorade?”
“Anything, and with an aspirin, please.” It was more than obvious which of the two had been drinking tonight. My sister was leaning heavily on the banister of the stairs, fighting with her shoes to slip them off.
They were winning.
There was some cursing that came with the epic match; a sandal flew over my head and knocked down a small photo frame off the wall. She was lucky the glass didn’t shatter.
They were completely unaware of my presence. Of the fact that I hadn’t found a single minute of solace after they’d left. That I’d been sitting here, inside the living room off the main entrance, the entire time.
Waiting. Thinking. Accepting.
Torturing my psyche, I’d resigned myself to the fact that this was inevitable. Meant to always be.
“Told you to stop after two, Emily. Brad is a dick for pushing…” Bailey trailed off the moment she saw me; in her hands she held my sister’s drink and pills. Her gorgeous green orbs were wide and her pouty, pink lips now slack.
Fuck. The girl had no idea how much my cock would love to fill them. Stretch her mouth around my girth—choke her in an obscene way.
Ever since she walked into my parents’ kitchen tonight, I hadn’t been able to think of anything but her. How beautiful she was. How much she’d changed, and yet, beneath the makeup and sinful curves, she was still my little B.
Just more.
So much more.
I couldn’t stop imagining how perfect that delightful body would feel against my harsher planes.
My cock had been hard and throbbing from that moment. The proof of my desire for her was marked by the now ever-present spot of pre-come on my boxers. Four years of celibacy had inflamed a desire so strong for this perfect creature that I was choking on my need.
Everything had changed with that one look. Those few seconds where her eyes met mine sealed our fate. There was no choice.
Bailey Jones was no longer that little girl I knew. No. What stood before me now was all woman.
Would be my woman.
I was done for.
A sudden girlish giggle broke our stare; my sister was now shoe-free and holding a hand out for her water. “Thomas almost killed him when he realized what your date had done. Brother or not, my boyfriend is defensive when it comes to me. God...” she fanned her face, both eyes closed “...was so hot to see him grab Brad by the shirt and land one on his jaw.”
It was hard not to laugh at her mildly slurred words. That, and she saved Thomas’s face from meeting my fist.
He took care of her, and she seemed more tipsy than drunk.
“He had it coming for spiking everyone’s drinks.” Bailey took a few tentative steps in front of Emily, effectively blocking my view. As if protecting her from me. Silly little girl hadn’t realized that she was the one who should fear me. If anything, Emily not being observant was working out in my favor.
A blessing.
Another bout of laughter burst from Emi a few seconds later. “Did he ask you to kiss his boo-boos better? Pucker up, then chase you up and down the beach?”
“Quit it,” Bailey hissed out from between clenched teeth while looking at me from over her shoulder. Her expression was one of worry, while a soft touch of pink bloomed across the apple of her cheeks. I groaned low and shifted in my seat. “Let’s get you to bed.”
“That doesn’t answer my question, B. The world deserves to know the truth.” Yes. Answer, dammit.
“To bed. Now.”
“So bossy.” My sister turned and stumbled over her other discarded shoe. Bailey caught her arm, and I watched in silence as she herded her best friend toward the guest room on this floor. Every time Emily tried to turn around and say something, my girl had given her a gentle shove.
The soft sound of a door closing followed a few seconds later.
