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“You don’t, you just think you do.” He squeezes my side, and I turn to look up at him. “Come on, I haven’t seen you in forever. Let's catch up.”
I want to. I haven’t seen him in a long time, and I’ve been lonely. Thad is being an asshole because I won’t fuck him. Maybe it’s wrong that I don’t want the only man I’ve ever fucked to be Thad. That I don’t want to remember my first time twenty years from now and think of Thad…
But we are technically engaged. Would he be mad if I visited with Isaiah? Probably. Oh, well. We aren’t married yet. Besides, Isaiah isn’t going to try to fuck me. I pull away from Isaiah and hustle toward his parents’ house. They’re at the party, too. We’ll be alone here for a while. Thank fuck.
CHAPTERTWO
Isaiah age 23
I watch her walk away, and my dick gets hard at the sight of her full, round ass in that sinful dress. It's sheer white with sparkles that hug her curves. Her full breasts bounce with every step she takes, and I thank the universe for the designer. The heels she’s wearing only make her hips sway even more, and I can’t pull my eyes away from her body until she walks through the gate.
Antonio would fucking kill me if he knew what I was thinking about doing to his stepsister. But damn, she’s sexy as fuck. And her fiancé is a fuck head piece of shit. He doesn’t deserve her. No one in her family does.
Her large breasts are nearly falling out of the flimsy lace. Images of me tugging the material down and sucking her nipples between my lips flash through my mind as she looks over her shoulder and smiles up at me. Fuck, my dick is hard as steel. Her long platinum hair is curled, looking like pearls in the moonlight. Her brown eyes are so fucking dark, they look black.
“You should call Antonio. He’s never thought of you as a burden. He’d take you in. If you want to get away from all this shit,” I encourage her, but she shakes her head. The defeated look in her eyes is one I know all too well. It’s a look my mother’s worn my entire life. The look of a woman doing her duty and not following her heart. It cost her everything. I don’t want that for Sapphire, but I can’t force her to leave.
“No, the last time we talked, he said he had a girlfriend and a new apartment. I don’t want to mess that up for him. No girl wants her boyfriend's little sister sleeping on the couch.” Sapphire looks so fucking sad right now, and all I want to do is make her smile. “Besides, they need me.” She nods her head once, but it’s not me she’s trying to convince.
“Eh, his girlfriend is a narcissist; he’s gonna leave her anyway. Better now than later.” I shrug. It’s the truth. Especially because I’m moving into that apartment next week. His girl hates me. She thinks she can get rid of me but underestimates my bond with Antonio. We’re like brothers.
A pinch of guilt tugs at my heart for looking at his stepsister like I am, but I shove it away. Sapphire is a virgin. She’s not going to fuck me tonight. I’ve got nothing to feel sorry for. I haven’t done anything he hasn’t done himself. He told me what happened on her eighteenth birthday. How he feels about her.
I’ll just need to keep my hands to myself. No problem.
“Come on.” I lead her to the pool house and open the door for her. Her dress rides up as she bends to take her heels off, and I nearly die right then and there, every thought of behaving myself flying out the window. “Fuck me,” I hiss too low for her to hear.
“Thanks,” she smiles sweetly, and I nod, not trusting myself to speak.
“Don’t touch your best friend's stepsister. Stop looking at her sexy as fuck body…” Shit. That didn’t help at all. Fuck, too late now. I’ll just make her cover up once I get her to the room. “I’m so fucked,” I grumble to myself, as she heads for the bathroom, and I grab a beer.
I can keep my hands to myself. She’s engaged. She won’t touch me.
CHAPTERTHREE
Sapphire
Isaiah is sitting on the couch as I exit the bathroom and adjusts the front of his jeans, and my eyes go wide. My mouth falls open, and I stare at the bulge. That's a very large bulge…
Is he hard, or is that how his junk has always looked?
“My eyes are up here, Saff,” he teases, and I snap my head up to meet his gaze.
“Sorry…” I don’t really know what to say if I’m honest, so I just head for the fridge, wondering if maybe this is a bad idea. “One of my coworkers would definitely jump on that,” I mumble, and then slap a hand over my mouth. I can’t believe I just let that slip out! “I’m sorry…” I say again, turning away from him as he chuckles.
“Lots of women want to jump on my dick, Saff. Doesn’t mean I want to give them a ride.” He smirks as I put my beer on the coffee table and take a seat across from him on the other couch.
“Oh my god,” I grumble, pulling my knees up to my chest, and cover my ears with my hands, like an absolute child. My body reacts to his words and screams about wanting a ride.
“Fuck’s sake,” he groans, sipping his beer and squeezing his eyes shut.
“Don’t say dirty things like that,” I scold him as I drop my legs back down. “It makes me blush.”
“That all it does, Saff? Make you blush?” His voice sounds strained, and I look away from him to stare at my hands in my lap.
“No,” I admit, but don’t elaborate, just reach for my beer and take a sip, while he starts drinking his rather quickly.
“Jeez, thirsty?” I tease, and he shakes his head.
