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When it’s over, I pull out, and there’s a sound like a pop of suction because she’s still so fucking tight. I’ve left a sticky mess between her legs, and I grin as it coats the inside of her thighs. She reaches for the towel to clean herself off, but I shake my head.

“Leave it. I want you to remember this all day.” I pull her against my chest and kiss her forehead. Then I touch under her chin so she tilts her head back to look at me. “And when I pick you up from school, you can show me how much you missed me.” I drag my thumb along her bottom lip before I bend down and give her a quick kiss. “Now hurry up so you can have a proper breakfast before school.”

I stride out of her room, already counting down to when I can touch her again.

Chapter Fifteen

GOLDIE

I’m not sure what has shifted, but there’s a change. I can sense it all around Nash and me. His whole demeanor is different, and each word he speaks drips with possession. His hand rests on my bare thigh, and this touch is different too. It’s protective, but there’s an ownership behind it.

It’s strange for him to boss me around, but it’s because he’s taking care of me. Of course he seems to get all kinds of enjoyment out of it. This morning I had to sit in his lap while eating breakfast. He even fed me almost every bite. When I tried to stand up to grab my things, I thought for a moment he wasn’t going to let me go. I'm wondering what he’ll do now as we pull up to my school.

Nash's thick fingers press firmly into my flesh. I’m telling myself that he’s not obsessed with me, but all the signs are there. I’m enjoying all of this far more than I should, but it’s just sex. He’s helping me, and he happens to be good at turning me on.

"Don't make me chase you down." The car is rolling to a stop, and Nash gives me a stern look.

"You think I'm going to run?" I probably should run before this blows up in our faces. It would mess up everything for our parents.

"Don't." Why is he so pissy? Shouldn’t he be happy after the sex we had this morning?

"Okay.” I say what he needs to hear to get him to calm down, but he’s still so tense. I pet the side of his shoulder to soothe him, and I love the idea that only my touch can do this. He relaxes a little, and at least it’s something.

"Tell me you love me," he orders, and my heart flutters in response. Is this still part of the task of turning me on? I'm starting to think it's not.

"I love you." His hold on my thigh relaxes, but he tugs me closer.

"Kiss me."

"You're bossy," I huff, but I'm already leaning over because I want a kiss.

Nash’s hand cups the back of my neck, and he holds me in place. When I press my mouth to his, he’s quick to deepen the kiss. I have no choice but to take it because he doesn’t seem to want to release me. Eventually, he lets out a regretful groan and pulls back.

“Keep your phone on you. I want you to text me between each class.” I’m about to tell him that’s crazy, but he doesn’t seem to care that he's acting that way.

“Got it.” I lick my lips, and Nash looks at my mouth with hunger.

“Go.” He releases his hold on my neck, and I make sure I don’t rush from the car. If he believes I'm trying to run from him, he might chase after me and drag me back inside. That would get around school quickly and probably make its way back to our parents.

What am I going to do if they find out? I’m blaming Nash because I lose rational thought when he’s got his hands or mouth on me.

As I walk away from the car, I tell myself not to glance back. I can’t do it, and when I get to the school doors, I peek over my shoulder. Nash is still parked in the same spot, not moving. I wave my fingers at him while I bite my bottom lip and then walk inside the school.

“Hey!” Josie calls as soon as the doors close behind me. “Start spilling. What the heck is going on? I saw your brother kissing you and then eye-fucking you when you walked away.”

“Josie!” I hiss, glancing around. “He’s my stepbrother.”

“Tomato, tomahto.” She waves a hand at me, and my cheeks flush with heat.

“No, it’s not a tomato, tomahto.” It’s a very clear distinction that everyone should be really freaking clear on. Josie shrugs, but she fights a smirk. She’s trying not to laugh because we both know I’m right.

“So? Was I right? He’s into you.”

“I don’t know.” I let out a small breath before I gave her some details on what happened.

“Look,” Josie says when we walk into our classroom.

She nods toward the window, and I follow her line of sight. Nash’s car is now parked in the parking lot, and he’s leaning up against it. I drop down into my seat, unsure what the hell he’s doing. That man can make my head spin right along with my heart.

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