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Again, we all agree. There might not be much in our small hometown, but it’s ours, and most of us have family here that we don’t want to leave.
“I gotta take a shit.” Lachlan stands and tosses his empty bottle of beer into the recycling bin we moved out here next to the fire. Makes cleaning up a hell of a lot easier. We’ve learned over the years.
“Spray!” Forrest calls after him.
“I gotta piss,” I grumble.
“Just use my bathroom upstairs in my room,” Forrest tells me. “It’s too fucking cold to piss out here. Your dick might fall off.”
I stand and amble my way to the back door. He’s right. Once you step away from the fire, the chill in the air hits you.
I shiver as I pull open the patio door and step into the warm house. I hear the exhaust fan going in the half bath downstairs as my foot lands on the first step. I keep my steps light, not wanting to bother Emerson if she’s already asleep.
Once I reach the landing, I see a soft glow of light coming from her room. The door is cracked open. There’s a small enough opening that I could look through, but I talk myself out of peeking inside, until I hear my name. At least, I think I hear my name.
I freeze. I’m not even sure if I’m breathing as I listen.
“Rome.” A soft, breathy moan greets my ears, and my cock is instantly hard as steel.
I know that this is wrong. All. Kinds. Of. Wrong. However, the temptation is too strong. I have to know. I have to bear witness to what’s going on behind that door.
Cautiously, I take another step and peek inside. And what I see—fuck me, I’ll never be able to unsee it.
I move a little closer, so I can get a better look. I’m going to fucking hell, but dammit, I have to. I just have to.
Peeping through the crack in the door, I see Emerson lying on her bed. She’s wearing a tight white tank top that does nothing to hide the fact that her nipples are hard. Her panties are around her thighs, and her hand… motherfuck… her hand is where I wish mine could be.
She moans, and I act on instinct.
Slowly, I push open her bedroom door, step inside her room, and close the door behind me. The audible click has Emerson opening her eyes. I don’t know what the fuck I’m doing, and I don’t know what I expected, but her heated gaze locking with my own, and her hand continuing to massage her clit is not it.
Her mouth opens in surprise, forming a perfectO, and I can’t help but wonder how those lips would feel wrapped around my cock. She didn’t expect me, but she’s not stopping. She rubs at her clit while her eyes undress me. Her eyes are usually a bright green, but right now, the desire-filled orbs are almost black.
Reaching behind me, I flip the lock on her bedroom door before leaning my back against it. I’ve had a handful of beers. I’m not drunk, but I’m not sober either. What I am is going out of my fucking mind. I shouldn’t be here, but I can’t make myself walk away. I need her to tell me to walk away, but she makes no move to do so.
Tearing my eyes from hers, I focus on her hand as she slides a finger inside.
It’s more than I can take.
I need relief.
Popping open the button on my jeans, I tear down the zipper and pull out my cock. She gasps, which has my eyes flashing to hers. Her dark-brown hair is fanned out over her pillow, and her eyes, so fucking dark and burning with desire, watch me.
“Don’t stop.” My voice is gritty and barely a whisper. It doesn’t matter because she hears me. Her hand once again starts to move, and so does mine.
My sweatshirt is in the way. I pause, ripping it over my head and letting it fall to the floor. I take my cock back in my hand, lean back against the door, and begin to stroke. I squeeze hard as my hand glides from root to tip and back again.
I’m dry and wish that I could run my hands over her wet pussy, but I keep my feet planted where they are. Instead, I lift my hand and spit and get back to business.
Time seems to stand still as I get lost in the sight before me.
I’ve never seen a woman more beautiful.
She’s too young for me.
She’s my best friend’s little sister.
We could get caught.
