“I can see your mind is already in the gutter.” Holly nudged her with her shoulder. “Go on.”
Normally Cayla wouldn’t have been peer-pressured so easily, not that Holly was putting much pressure on her to begin with.
Holly was right of course, but she was suddenly so scared at the prospect of actually going over there. Lying out in her backyard seemed easy enough, because she pictured him coming over to her and initiating everything. But this scenario had her going over to him. She had come up with the idea to try to seduce him when she found out from Andre that he’d be house-sitting for his parents for the summer. She knew this was her only chance to be with him. Rejection was at the forefront of her mind, but she pushed that deep down inside of her, pulled out her inner seductress, and tried like hell to make him notice her.
He either had no attraction for her, or he was gay. The latter was easy enough to disregard since she knew for a fact he had been with more girls than she cared to count. Yes, she did love him, but did he see her as something more? She wanted him to notice her as a sexual object, not the geeky younger sister of Andre. Just thinking of her overprotective brother made her almost rethink doing any of this.
“Yeah, okay.” Holly was right, what did she have to lose? Even if he said no—which would most likely be his response—she was leaving in less than two months. She stood and smoothed her hands down her tank top and jean shorts.
“You look good, especially in those Daisy Dukes. Damn, Cayla, if you bend over I bet you could flash him your vajayjay.”
She normally didn’t wear such revealing clothing, not when her thighs were a bit too thick for her liking, and she didn’t have the tall, willowy body frame a lot of the girls in town had, but she was trying to make him notice her. Sweats and a t-shirt wouldn’t cut it. So, pushing her self-conscious attitude aside, she squeezed her size sixteen body into these clothes and tried to feel confident. Before she could chicken out she headed toward him.
Telling herself over and over again that this was the right decision, Cayla made her feet continue to move. She was so close to him that she could smell the scent of motor oil, cologne, and clean sweat that surrounded him. She was instantly wet. A quick glance down showed her nipples were rocked hard beneath the thin material of her tank. But her seductress attitude couldn’t falter now, not if she planned on being under Kane before she left for college. The sound of metal clanging against metal as he threw his tools back in the red box by his feet wasn’t nearly as loud as her erratic heartbeat. Tempting him from afar was a hell of a lot easier than what she was about to do right now. Licking her suddenly dry as sand lips, she opened her mouth and spoke.
****
“Hi, Kane.”
The sound of her saying his name had his fucking dick springing to life, and wasn’t that some shit. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath in and exhaled, trying to will the damn thing to go limp. Of course his dick wouldn’t listen. He turned around and nearly choked. There she stood, only a foot away from him, and looking too damn tempting for her own good. Her white tank top was damn near transparent, and her fucking nipples were hard as rock. He didn’t even think she was wearing a bra for fuck’s sake. The shorts she wore, if they could even be called that, were so tiny he could practically see the outline of her cunt.
“Hey, Cayla.” It took all his strength just to get those two words out, but he heard how low and harsh he sounded. He wanted to stand, and not seem strange still kneeling by his bike, but if he did that his erection would no doubt be noticeable, and he didn’t want to scare the poor girl away.
“So, uh, what are you doing?”
If Kane didn’t know any better he would think she was nervous, but why she would be was beyond him. It wasn’t like she hadn’t seen him around countless times while growing up. It had seemed like he lived there for how often he was at her and Andre’s house. But looking at her now, with her waist length black hair let free and brushing her hips, her alabaster skin, and her full pink lips, did funny things not only to his cock, but his chest as well.
“Just tweaking a few things. There really isn’t anything wrong. I just needed something to do.” If not all I’d do is think about you. He cleared his throat a few times. He had no idea what was wrong with him, but since talking with Andre nearly two weeks ago, and agreeing to keep an eye on Cayla, Kane noticed something had shifted inside of him. He had no idea what it was, but Cayla was all he could think about, all he could imagine when he saw himself lying in bed with a female. Those thoughts were dangerous, but unavoidable. Reminding himself that she was far too innocent and sweet, that he would only ruin her, should have had him putting as much distance between them as possible, but he couldn’t. She was the taboo that he wanted, and the younger sister of the man he thought of as a brother. She nodded, but he knew she could give two shits about any of this. “What’s up?” He stood after his cock went down enough that it wouldn’t look like he was smuggling anything behind his fly. Even if she was curvy and round, everything a woman should be, and not the anorexic size he despised, Kane still towered over her. He had to be a foot taller than her five foot three inch frame.