Page 123 of Crash & Burn

“Tell me about them.”

“Well, Isa is the oldest. She is four years younger than me. She’s a teacher, like Drew. Lucia is two years younger than her, and she lives with her boyfriend in Chicago. She works for a marketing agency. Then, there is Carmen. She’s your age. She works for a fashion company, hoping to land a spot as a designer.” He continues telling me about their lives and how they all make time, once a month, to visit their mom all together.

“They all sound so successful. I’m sure you’re proud of them.” Hearing Eddie talk about his sisters makes my whole body feel warm, like his words are wrapping around me in a big hug. His subtle smile, his bright eyes, how fast he’s talking, how he is so quick to show me pictures of them and talk about their hard work. I can see the pride Eddie has in being their brother, how much he loves them.

This is one of the many beautiful parts of himself that I wish he would see and acknowledge.

“They’re going to love you,” he says, sitting down on his bed next to me, nuzzling into my neck.

“I always forget how old you are. Your youngest sister is my age,” I tease. “Grandpa.”

He nips me in the neck as he gently knocks me over onto his bed, crawling on top of me.

“Watch it,” he says into my neck, digging his fingers into my sides. It tickles so much I start to move my limbs uncontrollably.

It isn’t until I am gasping for air from my laughter that Eddie finally lets up, but he takes my breath away in a different way.

All traces of laughter are gone as Eddie’s lips land on mine, the smell of rain lingering in the air from the mud still on our clothes.

“What happened to cleaning up?” I say as his teeth find my lower lip.

“I think you’re about to ruin showers for me, sunshine. I’ll never be able to take one alone again.” He kisses along my jaw, sending shivers down my spine.

“Who said we were going to clean uptogether?” He presses up on his elbows that are resting on the bed on either side of my head.

“My shower. My rules.”

I let out a sigh, feigning defeat. “Well, if those are the rules.” As if I haven’t thought of Eddie every time I’ve showered alone.

With the hot water raining down on us, the glass door closing us in, it is like we’re in our own little world.

Eddie looks good enough to eat as he reaches above his head to get his hair wet. His biceps flex and the water drips down his tan skin. He’s in nothing but that gold chain he never takes off, and I can’t help but lean forward to run my tongue up his chest, feeling like I could lick every part of him.

Eddie opens one of his eyes through the water coming down on his face, and he pours body wash in his hands, his eyes on me.

Without a word, he begins to lather up the soap in his hands, and a rush of excitement shoots through me at the thought of smelling like Eddie, hopefully in more ways than one, by the time I leave here today.

He takes ample care, running his soapy hands down my arms, turning me so my back is against his front as he slides his hands down my waist and up my stomach, palming my breasts. I look down at the erotic sight, seeing his large hands cupping me, as he leans into my neck and grazes his tongue up my neck. I lean back into his shoulder, not even caring about how loud I am as I let out a moan.

Feeling his hands on me, feeling his body against mine, it is almost too much, filling me with the need to have him inside of me.

“Eddie,” I moan, louder than I’d care to admit.

I’ve never been vocal in the bedroom, but being with Eddie has brought out a side of me that I never knew was there. Not only does he demand my voice be prevalent whenever we have sex, but I like the feeling of acting on instinct, doing what feels right in the moment, not caring about the consequences.

Until I hear a door slam and someone else shout Eddie’s name.

Someone who sounds very similar to mybrother.

Who wasn’t supposed to be home for another few hours.

And I’m in theshower.

With hisbest friend.

Naked.

Eddie doesn’t seem to notice, or care, moving as if my brother didn’t just come home. The bathroom is in Eddie’s bedroom, and I’m sure they have boundaries like not barging into each other’s shower, but I can’t shake the feeling that we are about to blow our cover, and give my brother just one more thing to stress about.

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