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“You need to skim it. It’s all in the wrist action.” I demonstrate without a stone in hand, flicking my wrist.
“I guess you’re good at wrist action,” she teases, a note of flirtation in her tone.
It lights up my entire body, my blood sparking. “Be good, Cuckoo,” I warn her.
She doesn’t want to go down that route with me. She’s far too innocent, and I will corrupt every inch of her.
“Let me show you.”
I stand behind Laney, my chest pressed to her back. I wrap one arm around her tiny waist and take her right hand in mine, so the back of it is in my palm. I can’t help myself. I press my nose to her hair and inhale deeply. She’s been washing her hair in the river, but only every few days, so she smells more like her than any kind of fake fragrances in the shampoo. I have to create space between us from the waist down or else she’ll feel my erection lengthening. I fight the urge to jam myself up against her, to grind against her ass. She’s only in her underwear, andit’s fucking with my head and my body. It wouldn’t take much to snap open the back of her bra and toss the item away. I picture her standing there, her breasts bare, and I get even harder. Fuck. It’s going to be difficult to focus on skimming a stone when all I’m thinking about is the noises she’d make if she let me go down on her.
Maybe I should be telling myself that she’s my stepsister and I shouldn’t be thinking about her in such a way, but I don’t see her as a stepsister. Plus, she’s eighteen now.
What would Reed do if I fucked her? He’d lose his shit, I’m pretty sure about that. But would he be mad because he’s supposed to be protecting her, and technically we’re related? Or would he only be angry because he’d wish he got there first?
Of course, I’m forgetting one important thing. Laney might not want to fuck me. But I consider myself a good judge of these things, and there have definitely been moments between us.
“Ready?” I ask her.
She nods.
I pull back her hand and then flick it forward.
Nothing happens.
Laney giggles. “I forgot to let go of the stone.”
I find myself laughing, too. “Muppet.”
She spins in my arms, her eyes wide with amusement. “Muppet?”
I shrug. “Better than Cuckoo.”
“I was getting kind of fond of Cuckoo.”
Her gaze travels down my bare chest, and I watch her expression morph once more as she catches sight of the way my shorts are tented by my erection. I lean in and speak low, so the others don’t hear. “Like what you see?”
She takes a sharp breath and her lips part. “Show me again.”
I smile and pull her back up against me in the same position I had before. Only this time, I don’t keep the space between mycock and her body. I jam myself hard up against her, grinding, but not enough for the others to notice. With the arm that’s around her waist, I hold her even closer. My fingers are itching to slip down the front of her panties, to travel down between her thighs and then push up inside her, but Reed is glancing over with a slight frown, as though he’s picked up on the sexual tension between us.
We flick the stone together, and this time she remembers to let go. It skims across the surface twice.
“Whoohoo!” she cries. “Now let me do it by myself.”
She does and gets another two jumps on the stone.
“You’ve got it,” I tell her.
She throws me a smile, and my heart tightens. Fuck. That smile.
I’m suddenly filled with the certainty that I would do absolutely anything for her to smile at me that way again.
Chapter Twenty-Three
Laney
Aweek has passed since my birthday, and there’s still no sign of rescue.
