Page 11 of Betrayed

“Hey, you’re freezing.”Gently,Icapture her hands between my own.Leaningdown,Ibreathe on her chilly fingers.

“Mmm, your hands are so warm!”Shelooks up at me with big eyes.God, she’s gorgeous! “I’malways cold at night,” she adds. “Ilove this house but it gets really drafty.”

Part of the problem is that she needs some new insulation and to fix some of the warped wood around her doors and windows.Icould do that,whispers a little voice in my head.Butnot tonight—tonight she just needs to be warmed up.

“I run hot, likeIsaid before,”Isay.I’mstill holding her hands in mine and somehow we’re looking into each other’s eyes, the werewolf movie forgotten.

“Could you…would you think it was weird ifIasked to cuddle up to you?”Sunnymurmurs. “Imean,Iknow we just met…”

“That’s not true,”Iobject. “We’vebeen talking for two years—it’s just that this is the first time we’ve met in person.Butit feels likeI’veknown you forever, baby.”

Her eyes soften.

“It feels like that to me, too,” she admits.

“Come here.”Ilet go of her hands and hold out my arms to her. “Letme warm you up.”

Sunny hesitates for just a second, then scoots over to sit close so our thighs are touching.Shelays her head against my chest andIwrap one arm around her shoulders and pull her even closer.

She makes a little sound like, “Oh!” and then melts against me.Ican feel her soft breasts against my side and smell her warm, clean, feminine scent as she slides one arm around my waist and cuddles close.

From that point on, the movie is a loss.Ican’t pay a spec of attention to it becauseI’mwholly focused onSunny.She’slooking at the screen, soIcan look at her without her catching me.

I find myself studying her features.Herthick black hair, loosed from its ponytail, spills over my chest like a glossy shawl andIhave to stop myself from petting it—from pettingher.Myfingers itch to trail down from her shoulder and slide over her waist and hip, tracing her curves, butIresist the urge.

I still can’t figure out if she has anyWereblood or not.Herscent is a mystery—oneIdesperately want to solve.IthinkIdetect a note of feminine heat in it, butImust be mistaken.Afterall, she thinksI’mher big brother—there’s no way she’s attracted to me the same wayIhave to admitI’mattracted to her.

Of course, all this closeness and cuddling is bound to have an effect on me.Icurse the fact that my jeans are too tight—they make it really obvious thatI’msporting a hard-on.Ishift uneasily on the couch, wishingIcould adjust myself.Ifeel like a fucking high school kid all over again—popping a boner the minute a pretty girl gets near me.

Sunny seems oblivious to my condition, despite the fact that my cock had formed a long, thick ridge in the crotch of my jeans.Sheseems focused on theTVand the movie about the werewolves, which is coming to a bloody and predictable end.

I’mcompletely focused onher—every time she shifts against me it feels like her small, soft body makes more contact with mine.I’vebeen starved for physical touch for so long, thoughIdon’t thinkIknew it until now.Ifeel like a man who’s been on a hunger strike for years suddenly faced with a juicy steak.

That’s not a very romantic metaphor, but it’s howIfucking feel.LikeI’mhungryforSunny—likeIcould eat her up ifI’mnot careful.

That thought brings on another—a fantasy of pushing her down on the couch and spreading her deliciously thick thighs.Iwonder if she has on panties under the silky white robe and gown.Iwonder if they’re lacy little thingsIcould pull off with my teeth.Iwonder if her pussy would get wet for me and if she’d spread her legs willingly to let me in.Iwonder what her juices taste like—if she’d moan and quiver under my tongue asItasted her pussy and she cried my name…

God,Ihaveto stop thinking like this!Igive myself a mental slap.What’swrong with me?Sunnyis a sweet, innocent girl andI’msupposed to be her big brother.Ican’t be imagining going down on her, picturing her pulling my hair and moaning for me whileIpart her lower lips with my tongue and tease her tight little clit…

And thereIgo again.Iswear my mind’s in the gutter.Fuck—IwishIcould just go jerk off but the movie is almost over andI’mafraid she’d know whatIwas doing in the bathroom!

At last the movie ends andIbreathe a private sigh of relief.Nowshe’ll go sleep in her room andIcan stay out here on the couch and maybe get some relief from this raging erection that refuses to go down.

But whenIlook down atSunnyagain, she’s asleep.Herbreathing is soft and even and her eyelashes are like black fans across her high cheekbones.She’slike a little girl, curled against my side, trusting me to take care of her.

I’m surprised at the rush of tenderness that overcomes me.Ihaven’t felt this emotion—the desire to protect, to cherish and guard—in so long that it feels completely foreign…but also completely right.Ijust want to keep her safe.

“Guess it’s time to get you to bed, baby,”Imurmur, stroking a strand of long, silky hair out of her face.

Sunny mumbles something in her sleep, “Bedtime,” it sounds like and sighs contentedly.

I guess it’s up to me to tuck her in.

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CONNOR

IscoopSunnycarefully into my arms and she only murmurs a little bit before snuggling her cheek against my chest again.Risingfrom the couch,Itake her down the hallway to her room, which she showed me briefly earlier.

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