Page 49 of Unsaid Things

Another shrug, and she looked out the window. “Yeah. Auditions are nerve wracking.”

“Yeah. But—“

Her eyes met his in the mirror. “Can we talk about something else? Please?”

He was so used to his confident, bubbly little sister that this show of insecurity caught him off guard. “Of course. Sorry. I didn’t—“

“So Abby, what’s your schedule like this week?” Gabby cut in before he could finish his apology. “Do you have any free time during the day to hang out while I’m here? Or are we stuck with this doofus the whole time?”

“Hey!”

Abby glanced at him, a smile tugging at the corners of her mouth as she turned to look at Gabby in the back seat. “Nah. I have some free time tomorrow morning. Your audition is on Friday, right? I can give you the unofficial campus tour tomorrow, and you can do all your official visit stuff on Friday.”

Lance parked the car in their assigned spot, happy that his sister was comfortable making plans with Abby without him. They got out of the car more slowly while he grabbed Gabby’s suitcase from the trunk, leading the way to their door.

Once inside, Abby went to the bathroom, and Gabby came over to where he stood, bumping him with her shoulder. “Thanks for letting me stay with you guys. I could’ve stayed in a dorm, which sounds kind of fun, but I’d probably stay up all night, and I really want to nail this audition, so sleep is important.”

“Of course. Sorry we don’t have more than the couch for you. It’s pretty comfy, even for sleeping I’m told.”

She raised an eyebrow at him. “Speaking from experience?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Nope. But Abby’s friend Megan stayed here for a little while a few months ago. She didn’t complain. Even when asked.”

Gabby nodded and glanced toward the door. When she spoke again her voice was hushed. “So no special announcements yet? I keep expecting you to call and tell us you proposed. What’s the hold up?”

Lance let out a breath, not expecting this question, even though he should’ve. She’d overheard him telling their mom before he left on Christmas. He clenched his jaw. “There’s been a lot going on. I’m waiting until things settle down.” Like her brother’s unwelcome visits and now Abby lying to him.

She eyed him, examining his face. “Are you having second thoughts?”

He shook his head, a quick negative. “No. I’m just waiting. Like I said.” He wasn’t ready to force a confrontation yet. Her lying was so transparent that any persistent questioning would bring it all down. But he still held out hope that she would decide to tell him. Hopefully soon. He didn’t know how much longer he could stand to wait.

Abby showed Gabby around campus on Thursday morning as promised, and the three of them went out to dinner Friday evening to celebrate Gabby’s audition going well. When Lance asked about it, Gabby wrinkled her nose like she did sometimes. “It wasn’t too bad. I went flat a couple of times in the concerto, but overall it went pretty well.”

Lance glanced at Abby. “That means she killed it.”

Gabby tossed the wrapper from her straw at him. “No! It means it wasn’t perfect!”

Lance rolled his eyes, and Abby laughed at them.

Gabby flew back to Texas the next day. Abby felt relieved, even though she’d had fun with Lance’s sister. Having an extra person in their space made their little apartment seem cramped instead of cozy. And she’d turned down Lance’s attempts at sex while Gabby stayed with them, knowing that she couldn’t keep quiet enough for Gabby not to hear her. So when they got home from dropping her off at the airport on Saturday afternoon, Lance immediately pulled Abby into his arms, his mouth covering hers. He kissed her hard, his tongue delving into her mouth, seeking out her tongue, tangling them together. His arms wrapped around her, his grip on her ass viselike as he pulled her hard against him.

He tore himself away, one hand going behind his head to strip off his sweatshirt and T-shirt together. “Off. All of it. Bedroom. Now.” He tossed his clothes to the side, uncaring of where they landed, toeing off his shoes and his hands dropping to his belt. While he did this he circled around her, backing toward the bedroom, his eyes never leaving her.

She did the same, her coat coming off and getting tossed toward the living room, pulling her feet out of her shoes while she stripped off her top, following him toward the bedroom. Seconds after getting there, they were both naked, and Lance sat on the bed, scooting up. He held out his arms to her, his fingers making little grabby gestures. “Come here. Hurry.”

Crawling up his body, she let her breasts slide across his torso, the feel of his skin drawing her already-hard nipples into tight points. She found his mouth with hers, and his arms came around her again, trapping her willing body to his. His hands found her ass again, grinding her against his length.

He changed his grip, breaking their kiss and urging her legs up his torso. She shuffled forward on her knees, his hands still on her ass, confused for a second but following his unspoken direction. “I want you to ride my face and then my cock.”

Oh.Oh.He’d gone down on her plenty of times, but they’d never done it this way before. He scooted down the bed a little so she’d have plenty of room, and she carefully crawled up until she straddled his face, her hands braced on the wall for support. She looked down, and his eyes glowed with lust and pleasure. He gripped the outsides of her thighs and pulled her down to his mouth, his tongue circling around, driving her arousal higher before settling on her clit. She moaned, her head tipping back, eyes closed, losing herself in the bliss Lance created with his tongue. Soon her hips were moving of their own accord, her legs trembling as she approached her release. His hands tightened on her legs, fingers digging in, his tongue now focused on her clit, his lazy off-and-on exploration from the beginning long over. Latching onto her clit with his lips and flicking it with his tongue, she exploded, a full-body shudder wracking her, trying hard to continue to support her weight on legs that had gone limp with satisfaction.

Maneuvering her more easily than she thought he should be able to, Lance pulled Abby down on top of him again, stroking her back, nuzzling her hair, kissing her face and neck until she could move, his attention arousing her all over again. She sat up, rubbing herself against him until he groaned, then rising up and guiding him inside her, the feel of him filling her so good. She sank down slowly, rolling her hips when she made contact with his torso, her hands on his chest for support.

He ran his hands up her thighs to her hips, running over her skin. She moved slow, so slow, his muscles firm beneath her thighs, adding to the sensations. Soon she sped up, Lance’s hands returning to her hips to help her along until he controlled the motion more than she did, dragging her back and forth as her movements grew jerkier, her orgasm barreling down on her until it rushed over her like a wave, her thighs shaking, abs clenching and pulling her forward until she collapsed on Lance’s chest. His hips still pumped slowly against her, prolonging her orgasm until she lay spent against him. He gave her a moment before he flipped them over, bending her legs back and rising up on his knees to drive into her, chasing his own release. When he came, she pulled his face down to hers, kissing him as he spilled himself inside her.

They bathed in the afterglow, his weight on her making her feel safe and loved. After cleaning up and pulling on clothes, they made their way out to the kitchen in search of food. While Abby opened the fridge, holding up a container of leftover pasta at Lance with a raised eyebrow, he pulled plates and silverware out and set them on the counter. She covered the dish with a paper towel and popped it in the microwave.

Lance’s arms came around her from behind, his bare chest pressing against her as he snuggled up to her. “I’ve been meaning to ask, how’s your mom?”

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