Page 105 of One More Kiss

When I saw her, I couldn’t help my eyes raking down her curves in that dress. That wasn’t the first time I’d noticed the woman she’d grown into, but it was the only time that made me want to smack her ass and demand she change. Instead, I scolded myself and said that I’d basically chaperone. Genius. Fucking Genius.

Now I’m stuck sipping on a warm bottle of water watching as she anxiously keeps trying to adjust the hips of her dress. Anyone with any sense has eyes on her tonight, and Margot keeps introducing her to guys she might find ‘interesting,’ the current one being a dark-haired guy in a polo. A blonde in a skimpy skirt and bikini top quickly snags Margot’s attention to go find someone to mingle with herself.

My sister isn’t shy with her sexuality, even though sometimes I wish she was for her own safety and my sanity. A brother can only hear about her flavors of the week so many times before his ears start to bleed.

The douchebag in a polo shoves a cup in Gen’s hands and slides a hand around her hip, my jaw clenches. She places the cup behind her on the table and moves to get a step further away from him, and his other hand goes to her ass effectively caging her in.

My vision clouds with red.

The water I was holding goes to the redhead that was trying to chat me up, and I shoulder through the people between me and her.

“Dammit, no!” I hear Gen say, but he now has his mouth on her neck. I grab his shaggy dark hair yanking him backwards, effectively slinging him onto the floor.

“The fuck, man?” Douche says sitting up.

“No means no, asswipe.” I grab her by the elbow and head back towards my truck. I know Margot heard the commotion and will meet us back there anyway, when she’s had her fun.

“Asher!” Gen yells. I turn back to look at her, her chest is heaving with hard breaths and her lipstick is smeared, and all I can think of is what could’ve happened, how wrong it could have gone. “I can’t keep up, could you slow down?” She asks glancing down at her shoes.

“No,” I growl. Bending down until my shoulder grazes her stomach, I pick her up with my hands on her thighs steadying her.

“What the- Asher?! Put me down!” She practically screams, her hands hitting my back hard enough I’m sure she’ll leave her mark. I can’t help, but like the thought of her mark on my body.

Once we get to the truck, I open the driver's side door getting in and depositing her in the passenger seat. Her hair disheveled, cheeks flushed from the blood rushing to her head, and her hands grasp for the hem of her dress trying to pull them further down after riding up on the way.

I have trouble averting my gaze.

“What the hell was that?” She asks righting herself in the seat.

“The saving your ass part?” I ask, trying to keep myself detached from the surging emotions running through me.

I pull out my phone nonchalantly.

Margot: Saw the fight. Is everything okay?

Me: Yeah, some guy was feeling up Gen. I saw it and we’re going to head back to the house. You coming?

Margot: Okay. If she’s alright, then I’ll meet you guys back later.

Pocketing my phone after I send her a thumbs up emoji, I start the truck.

“That, but more the caveman part! You can’t just throw me around and carry me out of somewhere just because you want to!” She yells as she fastens her belt and I chuckle.

“Genevieve, I will do whatever I damn well please. Especially if I think you’re in danger.” Her face resembles one of pure shock and with that I peel out of the driveway to head back home, wondering what the hell is going on with me.

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