Page 20 of Dagger's Property
“Just got shit on the brain is all.”
“This shit have anything to do with that little sister of yours?”
I’d rather he call her my stepsister. I fucking ate her out. Sucked that pussy until she was bone-dry. And damn, it was so fucking good. She covered my damn chin with her juices, showing me how good of a job I was doing, and I ate that shit up. My dick tried to cream the sheets. Came so hard, I nearly strained my balls.
“I’m just thinking about her dad and whether I should tell her about my plan.”
It’s not a lie. It might not be what’s monopolizing every ounce of my thoughts right now, but at some point, I have to figure out what the hell I’m going to do and whether I let her in on it beforehand.
“You should definitely talk to her. If she’s ever going to get over this shit, she needs to be in the driver’s seat. If you want, I can ask her what she wants to see happen to him.”
I bet she would have no problem opening up to him about it. She seemed pretty comfortable sharing her personal shit with him yesterday. It still makes me jealous thinking of how easy she felt with him— a complete fucking stranger. I want her to feel that comfortable with me.
“Nah. I’ll take care of it myself.” I want to be the one who helps her through this.
“Didn’t hear her crying last night,” he states. “Did she have a nightmare?”
She didn’t actually. Come to think of it, she slept like a baby. So calm and peaceful, all snuggled into my chest. It was a damn good feeling holding her in my arms all night. I slept so well. Better than I have in a long time. But when I woke this morning, it all came crashing down. I don’t want her regretting what happened. I’m worried she’s going to freak her shit and spin out again.
“No. She didn’t. Hopefully, that means she feels safe here.”
“I think that’s a win, man. When the nightmares stop is when the healing can begin. It was probably good for her to get some of that shit off her chest, too. Just acknowledging it can help the healing process.”
He turns back to the car he’s working on, and I struggle to find my focus and get back to work. I’m hoping her lack of nightmares means that I didn’t totally fuck up last night. We’ll see what happens once she wakes up. I turn back to the engine I’m working on, trying not think about how fucking perfect her little pussy was. One look, one fucking taste… and I’m obsessed. And watching those little fingers diddle with that clit. Hell, my dick is never going to go down again.
My mind races as I work through one car after another. I don’t even stop for lunch. It’s not until I hear someone call “quittin’ time” that I look at the clock. Shit. It’s already five thirty and I haven’t even been in to check on Wyn yet. Right as I think her name, someone whistles low, and my head turns in the direction of where the guys are staring. And there she is in all of her sexy glory, standing on that redwood porch, looking fine as fuck, and smoking one of those damn cancer sticks.
But one look at her face and I know she’s pissed. She’s glaring out toward the trees like the leaves have personally offended her. Her face is skewed into a scowl, and it looks like she wants to burn the world down. The guilt sinks my stomach, knowing that I’m probably the cause for her anger. I’m supposed to be helping her get over her shit, and now I’ve gone and given her another reason to be fucked in the head.
I drop my grease rag and start stalking over. She doesn’t even look at me as I approach, but I know she’s aware of my presence. Her jaw has gone stone-cold tight. She takes another drag and turns her head to face the opposite direction. Fuck me. I should’ve kept my damn hands to myself.
“How’s your day been, Wyn?”
A ringlet of smoke hits the air as she shrugs. “Peachy.”
Her voice is crisper than the winter air causing goose pimples to prick across my skin.
“You get any studying done?”
“Yep.”
“You mad at me?”
Her head finally turns, cutting me a deadpan glare like I’m the dumbest fuck for asking. She takes another drag, keeping that icy stare locked on me, and then blows the smoke right in my face. I should’ve seen that coming. Now, I’m choking on my shame as I search for the right words to apologize for my actions. “Thought you were going to quit smoking?”
“When your big brother fucks you over, you smoke.”
Fuck. The guilt rocks me so fucking hard it nearly keels me over. I grip the wooden post she’s standing against, and she shifts away again.
“I’m sorry, Wyn. I made a mistake.” A big one by the look of hate in her eyes. I’d thought she’d enjoyed herself. She was the one begging for more.
“Now that you’ve gotten that off your chest, do you mind letting me have my smoke in peace? By the way, where did you put my car keys? I know you took them from my bag.”
She’s not going anywhere. We’re going to settle this and then we’re going to get her some help.
“You’re not going anywhere, Wyn. We can get past this, and everything will go back to normal.”
She shakes her head and a pissed little smile crooks her lips. “You know, it never fails. When something amazing happens in my life, it’s always followed by a big fat reality check, reminding me that I’m exactly what he said I was: worthless.”
