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“But what if I trailed my finger under your chin, tipped your face up like this, and stared into your eyes?” It’s unsettling how it feels like she sees through my façade. That’s never happened before with anyone.
“That might straddle the line.”
I pull her body into me. My erection throbs with the pressure. “Which line?”
“A dangerous one.”
“Danger…you know that just tempts me.”
She nods.
“And what if I leaned down and my lips lingered right here beside your ear? People would think I was whispering sweet nothings. What if they knew you were my sister?”
“They’d probably think it was inappropriate.”
With the lightest touch, I trail my lips over her cheek, to her precious little pout. “Does it upset you that they wouldn’t approve?”
She pulls away from our moment, dammit.
“It would be terrible if you got kicked off the team. This has to be completely private.”
Pulling her back into me, I put my lips on hers. “What if you taste too good for me to contain myself?”
Five
Jeff
IknowhowAdriandates women. He sees them. He wants them. He takes them. I’m going to end up with more court-mandated anger management sessions if he does that with Cindy.
I clap my hands together loud enough to startle everyone. “We need ground rules for how to fake date.”
“We were doing fine without rules,” Adrian says.
“She’s your sister, not a cheap fling. Let’s sleep on it, give Cindy a chance to decide what she wants.” I turn to her. “I’ll drive you home since I didn’t see your car.”
“What the hell?” Ballz says.
“Cindy likes her routines. She likes to think about decisions before she makes them. We shouldn’t rush her into this.”
My brothers are going to hate me if I actually pull off what I’m trying to do, but I can live with that.
“You’re probably right,” Cindy says.
I don’t think she’s aware that her hand brushes the exact path from her ear across her cheek onto her mouth that Adrian’s lips took. My cock thickens. If any of us are dating her, I’m going first.
“Grab your stuff.”
“We could all go,” Adrian says.
“No.”
My brothers try to argue, but she shuts them down.
“If you can’t agree on little things like a ride home, then Jeff’s right. Fake dating is dangerous. Just take me home.”
“We’ll talk in the morning,” Ballz says and we all agree.
With her alone in my car, the first few turns take us toward our parents’ house, then I make a left. Her head cocks to the side, then to the other.
