I take a few steps over so I’m between her and the kitchen.
“And I wanted to apologize for being a douche last night.” There. I said it. “I care about you, Ava.” I more than fucking care, but now isn’t the right time for confessions of love. There are too many obstacles for us to overcome first.
“But what role do you want me to play in your life, Dex?” She gets that determined look in her eye. The one that has most people backing up.
The one I love and admire so much.
“Do you want me to be your sister or your fuck-fantasy?”
Okay, not admiring it quite so much at the moment. “That’s…that’s what I’m trying to figure out.”
Her pupils darken.
“No, neither!” I sputter. “I mean, both…” Shit.
“I don’t get you. You say I’m like a sister because you’ve known me since my parents died, we see each other every day for the last two years without you touching me, then you spend an entire night fucking me like I’m your biggest fantasy come true.”
That’s my girl. No holding back. Pull no punches.
Give me a hard-on with just one sentence.
Okay, her braless rack already had my hard-on well underway, but I’m splitting hairs.
“But now that we’re back in the city, you’re not sure what I am to you?” She runs a hand through her long waves of locks. It coasts through her fingers and falls around her shoulders. “Well, I’ve waited for you long enough, Dexter Moore.”
Oh. Shit. When Ava calls me Dexter, it’s a throw down.
“You don’t get it both ways.” She slaps her mug onto the coffee table and stands.
“I know how I feel about you, Ava. That’s why I’m here.” My mind stutters as she fingers the bottom of her shirt. “I came here to tell you that I want you. Not just for a weekend fling. I want all of you. I’m just not sure it’s in your best interest.”
“You have to make a choice, Dexter.” With a swoosh, she pulls the shirt over her head and drops it to the floor. Both hands land on her hips, and her beautiful breasts greet me with perky nipples. “Which is it going to be—sister or lover?”
If this is her way of winning a throw down, then I don’t stand a chance.
I force my gaze to meet hers. “I won’t be here much the next few years.”
“I don’t care,” she fires right back.
“Leo is a big concern for me, Ava.” Goddamn gym shorts are no match for my determined prick.
“We’ll figure it out.” She doesn’t let me off the hook. “Stop stalling.” She slips both thumbs inside her pajama pants and pushes them off. “Do you want me or not?”
Holy shit. No panties. Nothing but skin. Goddamn, she’s gorgeous.
And I’m toast. “Oh, I want you, Rookie.” I walk toward her slowly, taking in her magnificence.
Desire flickers to life in her eyes. She steps into me, and I slide my hands around her waist. Her breasts graze my chest, and my dick strains toward her. She reaches around to hold my hands still. “I still need an answer.” Her fresh minty breath washes over my jaw.
“Lover. Girlfriend. Best friend.” I tighten my grip around her waist. “I want it all.” I brush her bottom lip with the pad of my thumb. “We need to take it slow, though.” Her lips part when I caress them. “Wait for the right time to tell Leo so he doesn’t freak.”
Hopefully, he can get used to the idea of us dating.
She lets go of my hands and slides her palms up my arms, then brushes her palm across my two-day stubble. Her eyes rake my face. “We’ll tell him together.”
I shake my head. “It’s hard to explain, but I need to be the one to tell him.”
“Why? I’ve never understood that weird, secret bro code the three of you seem to have.”
I’m not sure I totally understand it either. We’ve never called it a code. “It’s more like a pact that we can’t put words to. It just is. I’ll tell him when the time is right. Maybe we can let him get used to the idea of us dating first before he knows we’re getting naked together.”
She twists my shirt in both of her hands. “Speaking of getting naked. You need a shower.”
I reach behind my head and one-hand my shirt. It sails across the small den.
A siren roars past her apartment building, but the sound doesn’t come close to the need pounding through my veins so hard that my ears are ringing. I kiss her then, hard and hungry.
“But you can only use my shower if I get in with you,” she whispers against my lips.
I slant my mouth to hers and back her toward the bathroom.
We’re all over each other as we make our way into the bathroom. She turns on the shower, pulls some foil squares from a drawer, and waggles her eyebrows at me. She tosses them on a shelf next to the shower and pulls at my gym shorts. I kick them off, engulf her in my arms, and swallow her squeak with a hot kiss as I rub two fingers over her slick pussy.
“You’re already wet for me,” I say, then bite her bottom lip.
“I always am around you.” Her head tilts to give me better access, and I blaze a trail of kisses down her neck to one plump breast. “I get wet just looking at you.”
I growl and pull her into the steamy shower. The hot water rolls over us, but her skin still turns to pebbles. I lick the droplets off her neck and work my way to her ear. She nuzzles my neck and sinks her teeth in with just enough pressure to sting. I hiss in a breath when her hand closes around my cock and pumps. She reaches for a bottle of soap and pours it over me. It’s not the least bit manly. It smells like flowers, but I don’t give a shit. She knows I’m all man by the thick pulsing shaft in her fist.
I’m about to do the same to her when she stops me.
“Let me feel you.” Her hands roam over my shoulders, lathering up the soap. She works the muscles of my chest with her fingertips and then moves to my abs. She lingers on my ink, a smile curling onto her lips.
I love the feel of her hands smoothing over me. The hot water and soap enhance the sensation even more. I’m a fucking pile of smoldering embers ready to go up in flames with one more fan of her breath.
“I want to suck your cock,” she whispers.
I nearly come right then. I take her chin between my thumb and forefinger and angle her face up to mine. Our noses graze, and our breaths mingle. “That filthy mouth of yours turns me on.” I kiss her hard.
She grabs my dick again and pumps fast and hard, but I stop her. I curl my fingers into her hips and turn her around. I move her hair out of the way and feather long, languid kisses over her neck. My palms start at her shoulders and coast down her arms to cover both of her hands. I guide them to the wall at the back of the shower. Then I kiss down her spine until I’m on my knees, with her sweet ass right where I want it.
I lick the inside of her thigh.
She shivers and sighs.
“That’s it, sweetheart.” I make sure my hot breath feathers across the sensitive lips of her pussy.
A shudder rolls over her, and she arches her back so her ass lifts toward my mouth.
I bury my face in that small crevice and tongue her.
“Oh, God,” she gasps.
I give her wet pussy a sensual openmouthed kiss.
She moans and cusses under her breath.
I use my hands to massage up her legs, flexing my fingers into her flesh as I move up. I move my mouth to one cheek and bite the crevice where her ass meets her thigh. I nip and lick and suck every inch of her, then I do the same to the other cheek.
“I love that,” she whimpers.
“I want to taste and eat every inch of you.” I bite down one thigh and up the other.
“Yes,” she says all breathy, like she’s already close to an orgasm. I love the high tenor of her voice when she nears the edge. Her breathing gets thready, and her hips shift and quiver.
I nudge her cheeks apart with my nose and give her more tongue. And there it goes, that shimmy that tells me how much she likes what I’
m doing to her. My fingers find her pulsing nub, and I work it with rhythmic strokes.
She’s flooding my mouth and whimpering with need by the time I stand and reach for a condom. I can’t wait another second to fuck her. When I press my rock-hard prick between her ass cheeks, she arches back against me.
“Good God, fuck me already,” she rasps out.
I chuckle against her ear. “Be careful what you ask for.” My voice is gritty with need.
Before she can say anything else, I dip my knees and come up inside of her with one fluid thrust.
We both moan with pleasure, and it echoes off the walls of the small bathroom.
I still, savoring the sensation of my shaft buried so completely inside of her. She wiggles her ass against my crotch, and I circle her waist with one arm to work her clit from the front. I kiss and lick the sweetness from her neck. She’s still bracing herself against the wall with one hand, so I glide my other hand down her arm and lace my fingers over hers.
“I’ve never felt anything this good.” Her voice is needy with lust.
“Me either, sweetheart.” I dip my knees and fill her again.
Her head falls back against my shoulder. “You haven’t?” She covers my hand with hers as I circle her pulsing nub.
I start to move inside of her and replace her fingers with mine. “Nope. Now touch yourself.” I guide her fingers in circles, matching our hands with the rhythm of my hips.
“That’s so naughty,” she says, turning her lips to mine. “Talk dirty to me while we do it.”
I laugh. My dirty talk has somehow turned to sweet words of seduction with Ava, so I dial up the dirty-word dictionary stored in my head. “I love fucking you more than anything else, sweetheart. But fucking you from behind while you fuck yourself from the front is better than any fantasy I’ve ever had. There are so many naughty, dirty things I want to do with you.”
“Like what?” she asks. Her eyes are closed, and she’s breathless.
“I want to fuck you from behind with you on all fours.”
Every time I drop the F-bomb, a sexy sound slips through her lips, and I know she’s getting close to the edge.
“I want you to ride my face while I fuck you with my mouth. How about sixty-nine? Or I can tie you up. Or spank this sweet ass of yours.” I lean back and give her a gentle swat on the rear. She hisses in a breath. I start pumping into her again and return my lips to her ear. I rattle off a laundry list of erotic things that I’d love to do with Ava. “You name it, sweetheart, I’m game as long as you’re enjoying it.”
She braces herself with both hands. “Then I want it harder.” She props a foot on the edge of the shower. It’s like a gift.
I lean back, grasp her hips with both of my hands, and give her what she wants. We go at it until we’re both worked up into a fevered frenzy. I fuck a sweet climax out of her and follow her over the edge as her velvety flesh milks a fierce orgasm from me too.
Several minutes go by as we catch our breath. She’s leaning against me, all six-foot-two of me wrapped around her. She winds an arm around my neck and threads her fingers into my wet hair.
“The water’s getting cold,” I finally say.
“I hadn’t noticed,” she says. Her voice is floating and dreamy.
“That’s because I’m blocking you from it.”
She laughs.
We don’t even bother to dry off when we step out of the shower. I lift her, and her legs encircle my waist. I carry her to her bedroom, and we spend all morning in bed. I push out thoughts of the trouble this could cause between Ava and her brother. I don’t think about moving to another continent.
We work up such an appetite that Ava calls Mario’s Pizza on the corner and has them deliver a large pepperoni for lunch. She says it’s appropriate for the occasion. We stay in bed and eat the whole thing naked and then go at it until I finally have to call uncle.
The last thing I want to do is leave Ava’s bed. Especially for a business meeting where I’ll be making plans to leave her behind when I move. Keeping my new relationship status with Ava a secret makes guilt prickle over my spine. “I’ve got to meet Leo and Oz,” I say as I reluctantly step into a clean pair of jeans from my gym bag.
Ava’s lying face down across her bed, stark naked. She kicks one leg up and lets her hand wander up my thigh as I dig through my bag for a clean shirt. “Are you sure waiting to tell Leo about us is a good idea?”
“Hell if I know.” I pull on a black T-shirt. “But blurting it out won’t work either, so I think easing into it is a better plan.” He never has to know that Ava was the girl on the hood of my car. Maybe if we wait a while, he won’t figure that out. If we tell him now, there won’t be any question in his mind that it was his sister. I’m not sure which makes me feel like a bigger asshole.
“Can you come back when you’re done?” She walks two fingers up and down my thigh.
Fuck, I’m getting hard all over again. I lean down and kiss her hard. “Yes, I can come back, you naughty girl.”
She shrugs. “You’ve created a monster, what can I say?”
“Should I bring dinner, or can I take you out?”
She lifts a brow. “Oh, you should definitely bring dinner because there’s one more rookie card I want to hand over to you.”
Oh, fuck yeah. This is gonna be good because there’s not much we haven’t already tried in the span of two days. My mind zings in a dozen dirty directions.
“Do you remember how you gave me the nickname Rookie to begin with?” she asks.
I sit on the bed next to her and pull on a sock. “Yes. You asked me to teach you chess strategy so you could beat Leo.”
“Yep.” She rolls onto her back, her head next to where I’m sitting. “Do you remember what you told me?”
I try to pull on the other sock, but my mind stutters to a halt when I glance at her breasts. I scan her length, and it’s all I can do not to pounce like a fucking animal.
“Uh…” I’m staring at her tits, and I can barely remember my own name.
Her silky brow lifts. “If you answer my question, you can fuck them later.”
I force my brain to start firing again. “I said you’d always be a rookie until you beat one of us. To my knowledge, you still haven’t bested me, Oz, or Leo.”
“No, but I’m going to beat you at a game of chess tonight.”
I pull on the sock. “Really?” I cross my arms to show my skepticism. “That’s a pretty cocky statement considering who you’re challenging.” I was one of the best during my high school and college days. Few could beat me then, and that still stands.
“First of all, the only word I just heard was ‘cock.’ Secondly, I’ve developed a strategy of my own that’s sure to beat the grand master.”
“You’re on.” I put my shoes on. “How do you intend to best a champion?” Not to be arrogant, but I’m dying to hear her answer because it’s sure to be amusing.
She rises onto her elbows, and her gorgeous breasts do a bob and weave.
My eyes are fucking glued to them.
She tosses her head back and laughs. “That’s how,” she says with an air of confidence. “We’re going to play strip chess.”
Wow. Didn’t see that coming. It’s a chess nerd’s most erotic fantasy, and she won’t be the only one turning in a rookie card tonight.
“All right then.” I force myself to stand before I end up burying my face between her breasts. “I’ll be back later with dinner.” I give her a rough, sloppy kiss. “Be ready to play. Hard.”
Chapter Twenty-Two
“Checkmate,” Oz says to me as he moves his rook to box in my black king for the kill.
“Shit.” I cross my arms and lean back in my chair. We’re sitting at Leo’s dining room table, and they’ve both mopped the floor with me tonight. “Didn’t see that coming.”
Oz glances over his shoulder toward the kitchen where Leo is getting more food and beer. Then Oz leans in and whispers to me, “What the hel
l is up with you?”
I scrub a hand over my face. “I’ve got a lot on my mind tonight.” Do I fucking ever. Not only do I have a sexy as hell woman waiting at her apartment to fulfill my longtime fantasy of strip chess, but Oz, Leo, and I have been discussing my imminent move overseas that will separate me from her. Just as we’ve finally taken our relationship to another level.
Not how I pictured things unfolding.
Oz shakes his head and starts to reset the board. “Whatever is going on started before tonight.” He looks over his shoulder again. “When are you and Ava going to tell him?”
What? “Excuse me?” I feign ignorance, like I have no idea what he’s talking about.
He gives me a don’t-insult-my-fucking-intelligence look and crosses his arms too, like we’re in a standoff.
I hang my head. There’s no sense trying to deny it. The cat is so far out of the fucking bag that it’s probably in Canada by now.
“How did you know?” I ask Oz.
He smirks. “Don’t have to be a rocket scientist to figure it out. It’s just the way you two are with each other. When Leo showed me the picture in the City Scoop, there was no doubt in my mind who you were with.” Oz nods toward the kitchen. “He doesn’t know because he doesn’t want to know, but it’s bound to get out sooner or later. Better he hears it from you.” Oz chuckles and gives me a smartass look. “Don’t worry. I’ll stick around and keep him from cutting off your balls.”
I move my attention to Leo’s large glass windows and take in the panoramic view of the city. Night has descended since it’s late in the year and it gets dark earlier. Lights twinkle like diamonds scattered across a blanket of black velvet.
Leo emerges from the kitchen with a tray of chips, salsa, and beer. “Who won?”
“He did.” I hitch my chin at Oz.
“You’re off your game tonight, buddy.” Leo digs into the chips and salsa. “Anything wrong?”
Oz gives me a shit-eating grin.
I should just spit it out. “I’m fucking your sister” would probably do the trick. Not sure even Oz could save my balls if I took that approach, though.
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