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“Dirty bastard.” Emboldened, I palm his erection through his jeans and whisper in his ear, “I can’t wait to tasteyou.” His cock jerks in my hand and, with a satisfied grin, I step back and walk out of his room.
Chapter 43
Gavin
Jesus fucking Christ.That woman.
Trying to get control of my pounding heart and straining erection, I slump onto the office chair. When I rub my hand over my jaw, that gorgeous scent of hers fills my nostrils again, not helping the situation at all. God, she’s so damn responsive, and so fucking sexy with the way she wants me just as much as I want her.
Swivelling in the chair, I stare in wonder at the sketches of her eyes spread out on the desk. She asked me to heed her mother’s words and open my heart. Well, I haven’t just let her in. She’s speared right through to the other side and wrapped herself around it, making certain it’ll never be anyone’s but hers.
I suck in a deep breath, reminding myself that even though I can barely believe it, it’s real. And tomorrow can’t come soon enough. I just need to survive tonight.
Deciding I’d better take a shower, calm my dick down and reluctantly wash this amazing scent off my face, I grab some clean clothes and get to it.
After dinner, we remain at the dining table and play round after round of Uno. With two packs shuffled together. Apparently, that’s Jamie and Anika’s tradition. We laugh and fight and squabble over the rules like we’ve been doing it all our lives. The whole time, Jamie and I constantly touch each other under the table with our legs and feet. It’s playful and caring and the whole night is another moment in my life where I feel totally at home, where I belong, where I matter, where I’m needed and wanted.
“Well, that’s it then,” Anika says as she scoops all the cards together and taps them on the table until they come together in a neat, thick rectangle. “My last night as a cockblocker. Until next time I’m here, of course.”
I press my knee against Jamie’s. “I thought that was off the table?”
Anika scoffs. “That was a one-time deal. Too bad you blew it. Or, more accurately, didn’t blow it.”
“Anika!” Jamie chastises, her face instantly flushing. She’s such a contradiction, loving a bit of dirty talk, then blushing over a little innuendo.
“What?” Anika asks with faux innocence. “Jeez, I’m sure after all this time, you two can contain yourselves for a few morehours. You’ve got all day tomorrow to go at it. Kinda hurts my feelings, though, that my brother and sister want to get rid of me so they can get down and dirty.”
As Jamie shoots to her feet, I scoot my chair back and grab her, pulling her onto my lap before she kills our sister.
“Oh!” Anika says with glee, “I just had a thought. Gav, when you’re out with Jamie, you can introduce her as your sister’s sister. How cool is that?” With that little nugget, she slaps a palm on the table and cracks up.
Jamie struggles to free herself from my arms, but I hold on tight, then tickle her side until she’s giggling and writhing on my lap. When I relent, I find her hand, bring it to my lips and kiss her knuckles.
“Vomit,” Anika gags.
I shoot her a wicked grin. “How about this, little sister … The more you talk about us like that, the more we’ll make out in front of you.”
Jamie smiles and gives me a quick peck on the lips before she turns to look at Anika.
Our sister’s eyes shoot back and forth between us. Finally, she lets out a defeated breath. “Fine! But you’re not gonna stop me talking about it behind your backs. And with that,” she says, standing, “I’m going to bed. Behave.”
“I’d wish you sweet dreams, but I doubt Satan’s little helper has anything but nightmares,” I smirk.
In return, she gives me the finger before disappearing down the hallway.
Jamie snuggles into me, squeezing her arms around my neck. “Nice one, Shawshank.”
I pull her in closer. “Give me that cheeky mouth of yours.”
And she does, her soft, plump lips pepper me with those sweet little closed-mouth kisses that drive me crazy until I have to tasteher. Drawing on her bottom lip, I gently nip at it before soothing it with my tongue.
Sweet little whimpers escape her throat, then her tongue’s touching mine and I lose myself in her, in the wonder that I get to do this at all. That she wants me to kiss her and touch her and love her. That she wants to do the same to me. It’s a goddamn fucking miracle.
When she wriggles against my hard dick, I reluctantly break the kiss. “Let’s get to bed. The sooner we fall asleep, the quicker tomorrow’ll be here.”
She’s off my lap in a flash, grabbing my hand and pulling me toward her bedroom.
Ourbedroom.
