If she tells me to fuck off forever next time I see her, I won't be surprised. I'll understand.
But there's not a single chance my dick's gonna stop throbbing as long as she's in this house, one wall away, warm and wet and way too perfect.
There's only two choices here. Counting them on one hand just makes me wanna form a fist and smash it through the nearest wall. But I can't ignore it. I can't do shit with this fork in the road except roll the dice and choose a side.
It's simple. I'm either gonna fuck my own step-sister before the summer's out, demolish her high and mighty act forever on my dick, or else I'm gonna end up drooling in a straitjacket.
I keep a low profile for the next few days. Making the rounds at the club earlier in the evenings, then waking up early to train. I skip every bullshit family dinner.#p#分页标题#e#
There's no point in seeing Claire 'til she's ready to tell me what the fuck she's decided about my invitation. And there's definitely no reason to subject myself to more evil eyes from my old man, and more fake sympathetic looks from Congresswoman Golddigger.
I wash down my Gatorade with a few shots of thousand dollar bourbon snuck outta my old man's liquor cabinet. It's all I can do to get some shut eye during the day, or else keep myself from marching right through the wall and demanding an answer from Sis.
Sis. The word alone tells me she's untouchable. But I won't take no for a goddamned answer.
Hell, the taboo is half the reason my cock turns into steel every time I think about taking turns with my mouth, my hands, and my dick between her thighs. If she gets one taste of me, she'll never go back.
One kiss. One squeeze. One wet, growling fuck.
That's the goal here and it's all I need. I refuse to let myself wonder whether or not she's a virgin – thinking she is brings my balls dangerously close to rupturing. If she's ever fucked another man, then I'm gonna fuck every single trace of him away forever when I get my hands on her.
I'm not only gonna fuck her a few hundred times by autumn – I'm gonna hear her beg for it.
There's a gentle rap at my door early Friday morning. I hit the sheets after a late night at the club. Two drunken shitheads got themselves bloody over some girl, and I had to break it up personally, then hung out past four in the morning for the police report.
The grog instantly fades from my head as I shoot up. I readjust my shorts as I'm walking to hide the massive wood that's been rampaging through my dreams. Tearing the door open, I almost can't believe she's really there.
But she is.
Smart black skirt, baby blue business blouse, and a wavy top that gives her that hot nerdy school teacher look I love on my babes. My dick tries to do a fucking somersault in my boxers.
“You coming to find out when we're leaving, or what?” I try to hide the hopeful tone in my voice.
She lowers her pretty brown eyes right away and I know it's not good news.
“Ty...why do you have to make this so hard?”
Fucking don't, I want to say. Don't let me. Don't breathe a goddamned word unless it's about how you're coming with me to the big match.
“I've decided you're more of a hothead than a total asshole.” She pauses, probably stunned by the rosy red blossoming on her cheeks.
“Hothead, huh? Fuck me sideways. That's good news, right?”
“It is,” she says softly, digging her small teeth into that lip I want to rule with my tongue. “Look, you're probably not a bad guy. But if our last few encounters taught me anything, it's that we always end up pressing the wrong buttons. I don't want to piss you off again and cause another crazy argument. And the truth is, I don't know how to avoid pissing you off.”
“Easy,” I growl, grabbing at her hand and pulling her inside. The door slams shut behind her with a quick jerk. “You chill with me, look pretty, and laugh at my jokes. I'm not asking for the fucking world, especially when I'm just looking for some sisterly love and support.”
She frowns, throws her hands up. There's a little flinch in her wrists as she comes dangerously close to touching my chest.
No, it's not my imagination, fueled by this raging hard-on I've got for the chick in front of me. She can't keep her hungry eyes off me. I watch as she takes her sweet time trying to regain control, find her words.
“Ty, I'm not saying we have to be enemies...”#p#分页标题#e#
“Then what the fuck are you saying? Talk straight. I don't like this dance.” I fold my arms, all I can do to keep from throwing them around her and heading straight for the hot ass underneath that skirt.
“We can't be friends.” She blinks slowly, finding the courage to look at me. “We both know there's too much tension between us. God, it's more than just the constant bickering. You know what I'm talking about too.”