Page 107 of From Drummer to Gamer

Because here it was, on her. She called it her lucky jacket and some sick satisfaction filled my blood at that.

The yellow bomber popped against her all-black attire, swallowing her frame coming right below her ass, but damn if she looked so fucking sexy in her Daisy Luna outfit, her alter ego she called her.

“You ready?” I asked, squeezing her hands that I was holding between us.

“Yes… But first, I need my good luck kiss.” She smiled, leaping to the balls of her feet, and softly pressed her lips to mine.

I tilted my chin, deepening the kiss, and her moan vibrated off my tongue, sending a rush straight to the throbbing organ between my thighs.

The warmth of her breath and the silky softness of her lips were like a drug I wanted more and more of.

“Fuck, now I need to wash my eyes with bleach,” a loud voice hollered, laced with disgust, followed by a hurling sound.

Sierra’s cheeks pinked as her lips left mine, and I wanted to strangle that kid for interrupting us at the wrong fucking time, but then, could I really blame him?

I’d been in the same place. As much as I loved Lan, I wanted to screw his face every time he shoved his tongue inside my sister’s throat.

“Please, can you both not ever do that in my presence?” Raphael groaned, scrubbing his eyes. “I don’t think I can handle shit like that again.”

“Stop overreacting,” Sierra shot to her brother. “I was kissing my boyfriend and not some stranger.”

My chest flared with contentment.

I washerboyfriend.

I never imagined I’d end up being in a relationship; that was the last thing on my mind when I moved to New York. I thought I’d be holed up in the studio, buried in work, and I still was for the most part, only this time with her invading my thoughts like it was my mind’s favorite sport.

I still couldn’t believe I’d gotten myself tangled with someone so much younger and brighter and smarter than me. I was never much for love and relationships; I’d never thought that something as emotional as that would be a part of my life.

Yet here I was, against all odds.

Sierra Chan swept me off my feet just by being her.

No wonder I felt like I was beckoned to New York for some reason.

The reason was her.

“That’s what I don’t understand.” Raphael pointed an accusatory finger toward us. “You, dear sister, came here to be my guardian, and you, big man, you’re supposed to be on my team, not hers.”

“Can’t be helped,” I said dryly. “I happen to like your sister more than you.”

An overly dramatic expression crowded his face as he clutched his heart and fell to the couch with a heavy thud.

Sierra rolled her eyes as her soft hand tugged me. “Come on, let’s go.”

I nodded, guiding her out.

“Good luck,” Raphael called out just as we walked out the door. Guess he wasn’t faking his death anymore.

“Thanks,” Sierra hollered back.

“Nervous?” I asked as we headed to the parking lot.

She shook her head, smiling. “Nope. Far from it. I can’t wait to win this game.”

“Good,” I whispered, placing a kiss on her cheek as I fastened the seat belt around her, which she protested she was capable of doing herself, but I couldn’t help it. I wanted to do everything for her, even the most mundane things.

And the smile that spread across her lips whenever I did those little gestures just about made me want to do it more.

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