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Ember knows I want her, but she's fighting her own attraction toward me, which pisses me off. If my sister wasn’t in the house, I’d be tempted to spank her for it and shock her into letting loose a little. I close my eyes and take a deep breath to calm myself down before I get a hard-on in the damn kitchen.
I make my presence felt by standing directly behind Ember’s seat, holding a coffee in one hand and placing my other hand on the back of her chair.
“What are your plans for today,” I ask them, using Ember’s hair to hide my fingers as I skate them across the top of her shoulders.
Ember stiffens slightly at my touch but doesn’t move away or brush me off, which I take as a sign to continue. I start running my fingers up and down her neck and then dip them beneath her shirt to lightly scratch her back.
Casey answers, entirely oblivious to what I'm currently doing to Ember, “We’re going shopping and staying out for lunch. Then I'm buying Ember her favorite cake from the bakery to celebrate her birthday.”
My lip twitches when Ember inhales sharply and fidgets in her seat before dropping a hand into her lap. I become mesmerized when she moves her hand and touches her pussy over her leggings. I’m now hard as a fucking rock. She turns her head slightly to look out the window, and catching sight of the relaxed, faraway look on her face and the tiny smile playing on her lips, I realize she's oblivious to everything, right now, but her own pleasure.
Ember is such a temptation, and she needs to know exactly what she does to me. Subtly, I edge closer until I'm pressed up against the back of her chair. So close, in fact, that I am certain she can feel my hard cock rubbing against her through the wooden slats.
She stops touching herself and, severing the contact between us, leans forward to grab her drink. Leaving me hard, pissed, and breathing heavily while trying to calm my fucking cock down so that I don’t ravage her right there on the kitchen table.
“Sounds great, Case,” Ember chirps, her voice happy but a little breathier than usual.
She isn't as unaffected by me as she thinks or would have me believe, in spite of her naughty little games. Ember is playing with fire, and she might just get burned by an inferno if she isn’t careful.
The urge to do something incredibly stupid isn’t leaving, so I do.
I turn to walk back out of the kitchen. “Happy birthday, Ember. I’ll catch you both later.”
My parting words hold a more subtle, hidden meaning because I will catch Ember later. I’ll chase her, drag her into the fire she's dancing around, and we’ll both perish in the flames of my craving for her.
Dark thoughts are running rampant through my brain. I need to get out of here, go back to college, and wait. I must restrain myself from taking Ember before the time is right to avoid making a mess of everything. In the meantime, I’ll make detailed plans, and when everything is in place, I’ll snatch her away from all she knows and take her for my own.
Running up the stairs, I stride along the hallway to my room. On entering, I grab my empty backpack from the floor and shove in my clothes and toiletries. When packed, I cast one last glance around to check that nothing has been left behind and then leave.
I can hear Ember and Casey’s voices in the downstairs hallway, followed by the rattle of keys, and finally the sound of the front door closing behind them. I’m now alone in the house. Making a quick decision, I drop my bag and go into Casey’s room where I pick up Ember’s bag and rifle through it, looking for anything of interest.
I’m disappointed to only find clothes, but I grab one of her tees and bringing it to my nose, I inhale her scent. Her fucking scent is intoxicating. Smiling, I shove everything back into her bag and return it to where I found it… Soon.
Chapter Thirteen
EMBER
I’m sittingin the car next to Casey, and my head’s spinning at the nerve of Ash. I’m barely hearing a word she's saying to me. I can’t believe he did that, but there is no mistaking what I felt against my back. I couldn’t say anything to him, at the time, with Casey there because that would have been way too embarrassing. How do you tell your best friend that her brother was pushing his erection against your back while she was in the same room?
Ash makes me so nervous, and it’s not just because I find him attractive. He's so intense at times. It sends shivers down my spine the way his eyes always land on me when I’m in the same room as him. I mentally shake off the last half hour and focus my attention on Casey.
“So, Em, how about while we’re shopping, we look for something pretty for you to wear when you go out with Ollie? I know I said I’d lend you an outfit, but you should totally get yourself something new. It's your birthday after all,” she says with a huge smile, practically buzzing at the thought.
I grin at her. “Sounds great. It’s not a date, though, so I don’t want anything too out there. Just something nice.”
Casey tuts at me but doesn’t say anything else and concentrates back on the road. Silence then fills the car for a while until she turns her head slightly to regard me.
“Sooo, you and Ash?” she begins.
“Case, stop. Nothing is going on, and nothing will. For three reasons: one, he's in college and four years older than me; two, he's your brother, and I wouldn’t break the girl code by doing that to you; and three, I wouldn’t want to be with him even if that wasn’t the case.” The third reason I give her feels like a lie because it is.
“Okay, I just wanted to check. Things seem really weird between you two, and it worries me. He’s pretty intense at times, and the way he watches you... sometimes it scares me. I don’t want to see you get hurt. Like I said before, Ash being my brother won’t stop me from kicking his ass if he upsets you.” We both laugh.
“Thanks, but you don’t need to worry. Although I won’t stop you from kicking his ass if you really want to,” I answer in a light teasing tone.
When we finally arrive at the mall, Casey drags me to her favorite shop and starts grabbing different clothes from the rails: pants, jeans, tees, dresses. She passes everything to me until I’m nearly buried under them all. She then propels me forward to the dressing rooms with a smile on her face while I frown warily at her.
“Try it all on,” Casey orders, and I gape at her.
