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I jabbed his arm playfully and gave him a hug.
“Love you too, little sis,” he called to me as I reached the front door.
“Go home!” I yelled back, but I shook my head and laughed all the way next door.
Those two were obnoxious and got on my last nerves sometimes, but I didn’t know what I would do without them.
Tristan
Shiloh wanted to go to a local dog show with Gram and Pop, and she didn’t have to ask me twice. I hired a driver as fast as I could to bring them to the event, just so I could be alone with Arya.
I felt a little guilty, but they all seemed to really want to go, and part of this summer was for Shiloh to have time with Gram and Pop and make some of her own memories here. So I called it a win for everyone.
Shortly after they left, Arya waltzed through the front door. I tried to perfect a casual pose in one of the chairs at the counter, scrolling through my phone like I had no worries. But my brain short-circuited when I saw her.
Her clothes were her typical athletic clothes style, but…different today. Her black shorts had a short, flouncy hemline and her dark pink cropped top was more long sports bra than tank top. Her hair even looked bouncier, piled high on her head in a ponytail, her face open and bright. A couple of delicate silver chains rested on her chest, drawing my eye straight to her luscious cleavage. The slight rise and fall of her breasts as she breathed drove me crazy, and I longed to taste her there again. The soft, crisp smell of Arya drifted around me as she walked into the kitchen.
“Morning, beautiful,” I said, grabbing her hand as she walked around the counter. She didn’t resist or hesitate for even a moment, so I pulled her down into my lap for a deep kiss that had both of us panting.
“Wait,” she said, and I groaned. I didn't want her to slow our momentum. I just really wanted Arya.
“What?” I asked, trying to keep the annoyance out of my voice, but I heard the clipped syllable and winced.
“What about Shiloh? And your grandparents?” she whispered.
“They’re not home.”
She seemed satisfied by that response, so I lifted her off the ground to carry her to the living room. Arya immediately wrapped her legs around me, and her weight settled so she was resting on my cock. I was growing harder and harder, feeling the hollow of her thigh brush against me.
Arya nipped and tasted my neck, her tongue swirling as fast as my brain.
“You left without saying goodbye,” she whispered into my ear. She yelped as I roughly dropped her on the couch.
“It was early when I left. I didn’t want anyone to catch us,” I said, as I followed her down onto the couch and straddled her, pushing my erection into that perfect spot between her legs. We both moaned. “I didn’t want to wake you up. You had quite the workout last night, and I figured you needed some sleep.”
“Well, thank you for thinking of how to get out of there and for saving our asses,” she said, laughing.
“Anytime,” I said, shifting, so she was above me. Our eyes were fixated on the other's as we desperately undressed. My heart was racing; this couldn't happen fast enough.
I bucked my hips to pull my shorts down and we both sighed as Arya sank down on me. I couldn’t stop thinking about how perfect Arya felt as she moved above me. She picked up the pace as she moaned and threw her head back. She was getting close, so I picked her up and laid her down on the couch as I thrusted into her over and over. I couldn't get enough. She cried out with pleasure and I covered her mouth in mine, our mouths open, tongues intertwining, totally thirsty for each other.
The intensity was building and I couldn't hold on any longer. Neither could she. God, what bliss.
Minutes later, we were both spent and trying to catch our breath on the couch.
I looked at the time on my phone. "Oh boy. I gotta run," I said as I scrambled to get dressed. “I have an appointment with Zara,” I said, kissing her, but she pushed me away. What? Are we back to this now?
“So, you decided to follow up on her invitation?”
“If by invitation you mean working with her to see more potential sites for the center, then, yes,” I responded carefully. Did she really think I was interested in Zara?
“Arya, just yesterday, you were pushing me away, telling me I could do what I want since we’re both single,” I continued. “But now, it’s an issue that I’m meeting up with Zara for business? After what just happened, I have no clue what we're doing.”
“Whatever, it doesn’t matter,” she said childishly.
I sighed.
“I don’t know what you think this is,” I said, gesturing between us. “But I’m not just looking for a quick bang here. Do I love fucking you? Absolutely, and we’d be doing that all the time if I had my way. But is that all I want from you? No! I’m not one of the deadbeat losers you’ve dated in the past, Arya. I’m a fucking grown up, and I thought you were, too.”
