It was a stupid, disgusting habit. And in my rage it felt so fucking good to do something a little reckless. I wasn’t about to start smoking again, but one felt damn good.
“I get it,” Brent said after a second.
I leaned against the wall next to him. “You get what?”
“Why you’re pissed.”
“Why’s that?”
“Jess. She can be a real piece of shit sometimes.”
I laughed, surprised. “Isn’t she your boss?”
“Yeah, but whatever. It’s the truth.”
I gave him a half smile, surprised. Brent was a nice enough guy, but he had been pretty quiet. I had to admit that I was surprised to hear him talking shit about Jess, especially to me.
“I guess it is.”
He laughed. “You guess? Come on. She films you working your ass off and looks at you like a zoo animal.”
“I’ve noticed.”
“I mean, yeah, she’s pretty fucking hot, and I’m pretty sure she’d put out for you in a second, but come on. She’s clinical.”
“Clinical,” I repeated, grinning.
“Yeah. Clinical. Like you’re this cadaver and she wants to dissect you or something.”
I laughed, shaking my head. “Never heard it put that way before.”
“Just the way I see it, I guess.”
I took a deep drag of the cigarette. “Well, you’re not wrong, man. Except about the putting out part.”
“Oh, no. I’m pretty sure that’s the truest part.”
I grinned at him. “Nah. I wouldn’t touch her with surgical gloves.”
He laughed. “I don’t blame you. But personally, I would totally hate fuck her.”
“That’d be like hate fucking a punching bag. For me, at least.”
“Pretty hot punching bag at least.”
I laughed again and finished off the cigarette, dropping it onto the ground and grinding it out with my heel.
“Thanks for that, Brent.”
“Yeah, sure.”
I moved to go.
“Oh, by the way,” he said. I looked back at him. “Your sister was looking for you.”
“Stepsister,” I corrected automatically.
“Yeah, whatever. Stepsister. Aubrie. She was looking for you.”
“What did she want?”
“She didn’t say. I think she’s upstairs somewhere.”
“Okay. Thanks.”
“Something wrong?”
I shook my head, composing myself. “Nah. Thanks again.”
“Sure. See you in there.”
A stone appeared deep in my gut as I pushed the front door open and walked back inside. Aubrie had been looking for me, which was the first time she had tried to break the silence between us. Nervous, but ready for whatever she had, I moved upstairs.
As I limped down the hallway, I suddenly knew exactly where she was going to be. It was fitting, in a way. If it was going to happen, it might as well happen there.
If she was going to tell me we couldn’t do what I wanted so badly to do.
I paused outside of the music room’s door and took a deep breath. I could already feel my cock slightly stiffen at the mere thought of being near her.
I pushed open the door and grinned inside.
Chapter Eleven: Aubrie
His lips were soft but hard against mine, and his taste was exactly what I had always pictured it would be. Sweet and clean and gruff and more.
The truth was, I should’ve ignored everything about it. I should’ve pretended like it never happened, like he hadn’t taken me in his arms and kissed me deeply, kissed me the way I had imagined it would be a hundred times. I should’ve pretended like it didn’t make me soaking wet to imagine his lips and his body near mine.
Instead, I lay in my bed early in the morning, running my fingers over my swollen clit, thinking about him. I couldn’t stop myself, couldn’t help it. He was everywhere in my mind, from the way his muscles flexed when he moved to his cocky grin and confidence to the way he carefully kept any signs of pain away from his expression.
I wanted to feel his skin against mine. I wanted to feel his dick slip inside me. I wanted to hear him grunt and groan as he fucked me deep and hard.
Instead, I settled for my own hand slowly rubbing my clit in careful circles. Pleasure wracked through my body as I pictured him holding my hands up above my head and kissing down my neck.
I wanted to ride him until I couldn’t breathe.
I wanted every inch of him inside me until there was nothing left but him and only him.
I wanted to watch his face as he came, sweat dripping off our bodies, our hips moving in rhythm together, pleasure destroying everything and rebuilding it better.
As I pictured his strong arms grabbing my hips, I came, my back arching and my legs kicking slightly.