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Is that wishful thinking?
“I don’t think a brothel would impress many.” More inches between us disappear until I can feel her warm breath on my face, smell her floral perfume, sense her need.
“Well, I think it’s incredible,” she whispers.
Fuck it.
Gripping her by the back of her neck, I yank her the rest of the way, pressing my lips against hers. She sucks in a sharp breath through her nose but doesn’t pull away. Instead, her lips move with mine in a slow, fumbling kiss as we learn each other. I’ve never been much of a kisser, skipping it for the main event, but kissing Vivi is something I wouldn’t give up for anything.
I lick the seam of her lips, hoping—no, praying—that she’ll let me in. I’m rewarded when she parts them for me, and I slip my tongue in. At first, I wonder if I’ve gone too far since she isn’t responding, but after a few seconds, she’s hesitantly stroking her tongue with mine. It’s a direct line to my cock that’s now a steel rod in my too-tight pants.
And all we’re doing is kissing.
I usually need much more than this to get to this point. Not a day goes by that I’m not exposed to beautiful, naked women at the clubhouse seeking my attention. At first, it was flattering, and I fucked every chick who even looked my way. Lately, though, it’s gotten old. Maybe it’s my age or the recent addition of Vivi to my life, but I haven’t even been tempted to fuck anyone in weeks.
I release the back of her neck to grip the hemline of her shirt, desperate to get a better look at what she’s hiding underneath her clothes, but it’s the wrong move. Vivi pulls away, panting and wide-eyed.
“We can’t do this,” she says as though it’s obvious.
“Why not?”
“Because you’re my brother.”
“Try again. We already decided I’m not,” I say, reminding her of my speech that was more about easing my guilty conscious about being attracted to her than anything else.
“Even if that didn’t matter, I’m leaving Reno the second I save enough money.”
Frustration builds inside, threatening to break out. I’ve done everything I can to make her give up on the idea that she has to leave, and she still won’t drop it. I’veeffectively solved all the reasons she had to go. What else could she want?
“Why?” I ask.
“I can’t stay in the same city as Ray. You already know that.”
“He can’t touch you. Not with me around,” I growl.
“Just knowing he’s out there, that he could show up at any time, is too much for me. I need to put as many miles as I can between us.”
I weave my hand in her hair, cupping the side of her head. “You’re not listening. He won’t come near you. I promise.”
She slides off the bed to pace, wrapping her arms around herself. “It’s not just me. It’s Mom too. He’ll kill her.”
“I’m telling you he won’t be a problem soon,” I say.
She looks at me with worried eyes. “You don’t know that.”
“Do you trust me?”
“As much as I can.”
Thatspikes my anger. “What the hell does that mean?”
“It means I trusted you once, and you let me down.”
“I was a kid too, Vivi. But I’m not a kid anymore. I’m not going to let you down.”
“I need to protect myself and my mom,” she says, leaving no room for argument.
“What about me?” I ask, at the risk of sounding like a pussy.
