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"About damn time," I hear Grey mutter once Ember and I reach the stairs' top.
Before we're fully in my bedroom, my mouth tastes Ember's once more. I peel her tank top over her head. Braless, her breasts sway as I dip my head, taking one of her nipples into my mouth. I growl at her responsiveness to my touch and switch sides, showing the other equal attention. I walk her backward toward the bed. Stepping back, I watch her shimmy out of her cut-off jeans and panties.
Ember stands bare before me; I can only stare, admiring every detail under the silver glow of moonlight shining through the nearby window. There's a vulnerability in her eyes I've not seen before.
I shrug off my cut, letting it fall to the floor, then peel off my shirt. I watch Ember keep her eyes locked on mine while cupping her breasts in her hands, rolling her nipples between her fingertips. Then, slowly, she drags her palms down over her flat stomach, one hand dipping between her thighs. "Blake, I'm going to combust if you don't touch me."
I'm hypnotized, watching her fingers caress her clit.
Suddenly, there's a sharp banging on my bedroom door. "Blake!" Grey shouts from the other side. He pounds his fist against the door again after no response. "Shit, man. I'm sorry, brother, but you need to get out here."
I growl in frustration, and Ember sighs, her hands falling to her sides. I close the gap between us. "This isn't over." Then I reach around her, pull the blanket off my bed, and wrap it around her naked body. With a quick press of my lips hard against hers, I say, "Give me a minute."
"I'm not going anywhere."
Turning, I cross the room and angrily swing open the door. "Someone better be dying, brother."
"We have company."
"Who?" I wait for him to elaborate.
"A young girl. She was lingering outside the compound gate and said she's looking for you."
The fuck?
I look back over my shoulder at Ember. "Go. I'll meet you downstairs," she says.
I leave the bedroom and follow Grey downstairs to find a willowy young woman with dark brown hair and large, light green eyes. They track my every move as I make my way around tables and chairs and approach her. Her pale skin against her black attire gives her a haunting appearance.
"Blake?" Her voice is a little shaky.
"Who's askin'?" My tone is a bit harsh, and it causes her to shrink back.
"My name's Bellamy," she states, swallowing hard. "I'm your sister—I mean half-sister. That is, my dad is your dad, but we have different moms." She fumbles over her words, but I'm still stuck on theI'm your sisterpart.
"I didn't know you had a sister, brother," Grey says.
"It's news to me." I keep staring at the young green-eyed girl.
Bellamy laughs nervously and twirls her long hair around one of her fingers. "Yeah, I just found out recently myself. Afterward, I got on a bus, and here I am." She sways a bit.
"You all right?" I question.
"Yeah. My sugar is probably low."
Her sugar?"Bellamy, are you a diabetic?" I ask, and she nods.
"Do you take pills or a shot?" I shift into a different mindset. My grandmother had diabetes, and I had to give her a shot of insulin a few times when she was too weak and shaky to do it herself.
"I take an injection."
"I assume you didn't hop on a bus and travel without it."
"I'm not stupid." She sighs, adding, "But someone on the bus stole my backpack, where I had my medication."
"She doesn't look so hot, brother." Grey looks on with concern.
Bellamy sways again. "Shit." I move into action and scoop her tiny body into my arms.
