“Ow.” I reach down to massage my calf as the blood rushes back. “You’re heavy,” I joke, pushing on his rock hard shoulder.
Faster than I can blink, he’s pushed me down and is hovering over me, holding his weight in his elbows and knees. “Am I? I didn’t hear you complaining last night.” He nips at my ear and I shiver. He lowers himself slowly, letting his body press into the length of mine, all of the correct pieces lining up perfectly. “Am I still too heavy?” He breathes into my neck, worshipping my skin with his tongue.
“No,” I groan, trembling from his attentions. I feel his erection growing against my sensitive cleft and lift my hips to him in response.
Drew slides down and takes a hard nipple into his mouth, raking his teeth over it until I moan.
The front door of the suite slamming shut is like a bucket of cold water to the face. Drew jumps out of bed, pulls on a pair of boxer briefs and cracks the bedroom door open. “Allie?” he calls out from behind the door, not wanting his sister to see his … aroused state.
“Drew? Syd? Are you guys still sleeping?”
“Not sleeping,” he murmurs under his breath as he grabs a pair of jeans off of the floor and yanks them on. “I’m coming!” he calls out to her. “Let’s go.” He jerks his thumb at me to get out of bed, “If I have to go out there all frustrated then so do you.” He playfully tugs the covers off of me.
“Stop!” I squeal, scrambling to grab the sheets before he can expose me. Laughing, I clutch them to my chest. “I’ll be out in a second, jeez! Bastard.”
“Ewwww, gross, are you guys in there doing it?” Allie says in a horrified voice. “No wait! Don’t tell me!”
Drew smirks at me. “Unfortunately, no. We aren’t doing it, Allie.” He turns and leaves the room, shutting the door behind him so I can get dressed.
I hear Allie and Drew raising their voices at each other and throw myself from the bed. I grab a pair of yoga pants, pull on one of Drew’s huge T-shirts and hurry from the bedroom before the siblings kill each other.
“I am twenty-five years-old, jerkoff! I don’t have to explain myself to you!” Allie yells from one side of the dining table.
“You’re my sister and it’s my job to look out for you! So yeah, you do have to explain to me where the fuck you’ve been all night!” Drew roars from the opposite side of the table.
Drew’s Boston accent is coming out. Smart girl, putting the table between herself and Angry Drew. Of course Allie always has her Boston accent, so I have no idea how to gauge her level of anger.
“It’s none of your damn business where I was or who I was with!” Allie says, crossing her arms in front of her chest. Yeah, I’d say she’s pretty angry right now.
Exasperated, Drew rakes his hand through his hair and pulls on it, making it stick straight up from his head. “I don’t want you to have a fuckin’ reputation as another conquest, Allie! I’ll beat his fuckin’ face in! That shit’ll follow you around for the rest of your life! You wanna be the girl guys wanna fuck just because some movie stah had you!”
Allie’s face falls and the color leaves her skin. She drops her hands and looks like she might cry. “You’re an asshole,” she whispers, then she turns and leaves the room, slamming her bedroom door behind her.
Drew drags his hands down his face and lets out a huge breath with a huff. “Fuck,” he says quietly.
“Yeah, I’d say so.” I grab his hand and pull him back into the bedroom. “What the hell Drew? You don’t get a say in who she dates.”
“Don’t start with me Syd,” he says darkly.
“No you don’t start!” I stab my finger into his bare chest. “If she likes him and he likes her then it’s none of your business. How would you have felt if I had a brother who tried to keep me away from you?”
He sighs and looks up at the ceiling, clenching his hands into fists. “I would fucking hate it,” he says calmly. “I would fucking hate it. Fine, I’ll lay off of Dexter.”
“Don’t be a jerk Drew; you know damn well his name is Declan. Now put a shirt on and go apologize to your sister. She’s freaked out about the article, she’s met a new guy, and her brother is being a giant douchebag.” I grab a T-shirt from a drawer and throw it at him.
I look up, my chest heaving from frustration. He stares back and smiles at me. “Yeah, I know his name.” He slips the shirt on and goes to find Allie.
Twenty minutes later I still haven’t heard from either one of them, so I head over to Allie’s room and knock gently on the door.