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She sighed. “I’m sure that my father expects your parents to keep me on a tight leash.” Carla looked away from me, kicking the toe of her shoe against the sidewalk. “If your parents think that the two of us are sleeping together…” She trailed off again.
“I get it,” I conceded. And I did get it. Carla was right. My parents were probably not going to be happy if they figured out there was something happening between the two of us. What she didn’t realize was that it would be on my head, not hers.
“I’m not ashamed or anything.” She bit her lip, and I tried not to groan. It was really painful that everything about Carla appealed to me. “I’m just trying to keep my head down.”
My fingers flexed as I fought the urge to pull her into my arms. There was something about Carla that made me want to keep her safe, and it wasn’t just because we had slept together. I’d never had this sort of reaction to anyone before.
Instead, I reached out and traced a line down her cheek. “We won’t tell anyone.” My tone was huskier than I intended, and I watched as Carla’s breath caught slightly. It killed me not to lean down and press my lips against her own.
But I couldn’t. Carla asked to keep what happened between us, and I would respect that.
Selfishly, I knew that my parents would be pissed if they knew what we’d done, so keeping this thing between us a secret benefited me just as much as it did her.
“Come on.” I took a step away from her, putting some distance between us. “Let’s get in the house. My parents are supposed to be out tonight at some charity event, and we don’t want to end up getting caught.”
I gestured down our bodies with a small smirk on my lips. “This might be tough to explain.”
Carla laughed as we walked up the porch and into the house.
The lights in the foyer were on, and I could smell dinner. We were out a lot later than I planned to be, but a lot had happened tonight that I hadn’t expected.
“I’m going to go upstairs and shower,” Carla whispered.
I nodded. I wanted to kiss her, but once more, I stopped myself.
Carla walked towards the stairs, stopping on only the fourth or fifth step, and turned toward me, a small smile on her face and a twinkle in her eyes. “Thanks.” She looked down for a moment, and a small flush crept back up her cheeks. For someone who tried so hard to give off an aura of strength, Carla became embarrassed very easily.
“For?”
She laughed as she continued up the stairs, not answering my question. The sight of my fingerprints memorialized in paint against her neck made me hard, which I didn’t even know was possible.
“What. The. Fuck.”
Shit, I thought as I turned to see my brother staring over at me.
“Matteo.” I wanted nothing more than to follow Carla up the stairs and take a shower. But Matteo’s eyes were roaming over me, and I knew that I was not going to be able to get away from him easily.
“Where the hell have you been?”
Matteo had called me while I was with Carla. He’d been complaining about Sophia Lucheza, and Carla had been sliding up and down on my dick in a way that made me mute him and ignore whatever he was complaining about.
Matteo had screwed Sophia over, and the two of them were constantly finding ways to piss one another off.
“I was at the warehouse.” I slid past him, walking further into the house. “Are Mom and Dad home?”
There were sounds coming from the kitchen. While I had not expected my parents that evening, I wouldn’t be surprised to find them in the house. There were times when my mother found society life to be too much. After having grown up struggling to make the bare minimum, the opulent life that my mother married into was something that she sometimes complained about.
“They aren’t,” he said. “Ingrid and Luca are here.”
I stopped. “What?” I asked, shocked. “Why?” These days, my cousin and Ingrid were inseparable, and we had not seen them as often since the fall. Luca and I never talked about my former feelings for Ingrid. I’d never admitted to them, but I knew he suspected, and I assumed that was why he kept her away from me.
“Ingrid apparently wanted to make friends with Carla,” Matteo grumbled. “And you know Luca is pussy whipped enough to do whatever she wants.”
Matteo wasn’t wrong, but I still rolled my eyes at his words.
“Apparently, you aren’t far behind him.”
His words caused me to stop short. I really wanted to shower. The paint on my skin was flaking off and starting to itch, and my brother’s attitude was beginning to grate on my nerves.
