Page 85 of Redd

Chuckling, I stepped up to her, cupping her hips. “You mean to tell me you never snuck off with some boy when you were her age?” Scoffing in disbelief, I held out an open hand. “Where is it?”

“What?” Gazing up at me, she looked puzzled. “Oh, yeah.” Pulling open the silverware drawer, she picked up the gun and handed it over. “And no, I didn't sneak off with boys, not during school. I never skipped class.”

Tucking the gun into the back of my pants, I smirked. “I hate to burst your little bubble, but you realize that if all this shit hadn't happened, you still wouldn't be there to control your sister.”

“Yeah, I would. I wouldn't just sit back and watch her, and never say anything to her about it.” Twisting in my hands, Bijou pushed her ass back, leaning into the oven to take out the bagels. “She'd get an earful from me.”

“Bijou, you wouldn't be watching her. You'd probably be off in college, doing your own thing. You wouldn't have the time to babysit your little sister.” Tickling her ribs, she giggled, swatting my hands away.

“That wouldn't matter. Family is family, no matter where you are.” Flicking her eyes over her shoulder, her smile grew wide. “What would you do if it was Vicki?”

“That's easy, I'd ground her for the rest of her life. But I won't have to do that because she's never going to have the chance to do it. I was a thief, remember? And good thieves pay attention. Trust me, she knows that all too well. I see everything.”

“Yeah well, we'll see. Talk to me again about it when she's sixteen, it might not be as easy as you think to tame her.”

Bobbling my head on my shoulders, I frowned in thought. “I'll just move her to a mountain top.”

“You have an answer for everything don't you?” Her lids hooded, fanning long lashes like canopies. “One day, you won't have an answer,” she said, pointedly squinting and turning to face me. “And you'll be coming to me looking for one.”

“Really?” Curling my arms around her waist, I pulled her in close, pinning her to my chest.

“Yeah, really.” Nuzzling her body into mine, she hugged me. “You think you got it all figured out, but I was a girl once, you don't know everything.”

“I thought you said you were a good girl?”

“I said I didn't sneak off from school, but that doesn't mean I was an angel, Redd.”

Her body rolled forward, the tip of her toe innocently twisting into the floor. A burst of light flashed in her eyes as she bit her lip.

Damn, this girl knows how to get me going.

Pearly white teeth popped against her mouth as she peered up at me with a sexy smile. The t-shirt she had on swayed around her hips, casting shadows down her silky smooth legs.

“Oh, I know you're not an angel.” Wrapping my arm around her waist, I ran my other hand down the center of her back.

“Is that right?” Tilting her chin higher, her grin widened. “You think I'm a bad girl?” Shifting in my arm, she stroked a single finger up and down my chest.

“I don't think it, I know it.” Fisting her ass, I swooped her off her feet and placed her on the counter. Her legs spread wide, ankles locking behind my thighs. “But you need to ask yourself a question. . .”

Kissing my neck, her thirsty hips rubbed against my cock. “And what's that?”

“How bad are you?” Slipping a large palm around her cheek, her head fell into my hand. “How far are you willing to go?” Drawing my thumb over the curve of her jaw, I placed gentle kisses across her face.

Bijou's eyes closed, teeth nibbling the edge of her bottom lip as I made my way down to her collarbone. “Mm,” she cooed, clawing rough nails over my scalp. Tugging my hair, her eyes flittered to mine. “Maybe it's not about being bad, maybe it's about how good it feels.”

Snapping her hips forward, her legs splayed open as she hooked her fingers into my pants. The tips of her nails tickled the trail of hair on my stomach, forcing my breath to hitch.

My arm lashed out, hand firmly gripping the back of her neck. “Does it feel good?” Gyrating my waist, we rubbed together, cloth to cloth, cock to pussy.

The barrier was thin, a frail wall that wasn't going to hold. I could feel the heat off her body, I could smell her liquid musk. Her skin was warm and clammy, her breathing quick and labored.

Holding her knee, I ran my finger over her panties, pushing against her clit. Groaning loud, she rolled and rocked, forcing my touch against her needy button. I felt her thighs quiver as I flicked the swelling bundle of nerves.

My cock thickened as I watched her crumble in my hands. I loved having the power to make her feel, to cause her to shake and tremble with just a touch. I was drunk on the rush, consumed by the drive to give her the release she craved.

Sliding both hands under the shirt, I pinched the trim of her panties and slipped them down her legs. Dropping to my knees, Bijou clutched the edge of counter, her knuckles draining white as she waited for more.

“Well?” I asked, flicking my eyes up to hers. “Tell me, does it feel good?” Teasing her clit, I brushed the pad of my thumb in hard circles.

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