by Jess Epps
But I'm slowly but surely breaking down her walls, brick by brick. She hasn't realized it yet, but fucking help me when she does. Something tells me this little ballerina can be a handful when she wants to be. Either way, she’s going to belong to me.
AFTER CHECKING OUT of the hotel and grabbing a cab back to Heather’s apartment, I start to strip down, leaving my clothes in a pile at her front door, awaiting her reaction.
Her eyes scan my body as I stand in her entry foyer, stark-ass naked.
“What are you doing?”
I shrug and wink at her. “Free-balling it.”
“Why?” she asks as her eyes focus in on my cock.
“Because you rather enjoy it when I’m naked. Are you hungry? I can make us breakfast.”
“Yum! I love that you can cook.”
I laugh and kiss her neck before swatting her ass. “Go freshen up if you’d like, and come down when you’re ready, baby. I’ll be waiting.”
“You come down when you’re ready,” she says cheekily, and I know she doesn’t mean downstairs.
“I’ll do it when you have all of your enthusiastic energy back. Deal?”
“Deal!” she yells back at me as she heads upstairs.
Seconds later I hear her yell, "Waiiit!" before she comes hauling ass down the stairs.
"Where in the hell did all that energy come from?" I ask and stand in front of her. She's out of breath and leaning against a pantry door, her hair wild.
"I...uh...I'll make us something to eat. You go shower first."
I grin slowly. She's clearly hiding something. I didn't go to law school and not learn when people are lying.
"What are you hiding, Heather?"
She squeals and stands firm in front of the pantry. “Nothing,” she insists.
“I call bullshit, baby.”
“Uhmm. Go shower!” She all but yells.
“Not until you let me into that pantry.” I walk toward her and snake my arms around her little waist, but she stands firmly against the door, unbudging.
She's looking around the room for inspiration.
"Ballerina? You can move or I'll move you."
She still refuses to budge. Now I'm more than intrigued. Smirking, I easily lift her and toss her over my shoulder. Reaching for the handle, she screams and squirms wildly.
"Noah. Wait!"
I laugh and open the door swiftly. "What in the hell are you hiding from m—Holy…”
She’s smacking my ass, trying to get down as I take in the biggest collection of candy I’ve ever seen outside of a grocery store. She has an entire shelf stocked full and solely dedicated to different types of chocolates. Above the chocolate shelf are huge six-pound bags of what I can only assume are Gummy Bears and Swedish Fish. The next shelf up, she’s got every flavor of Sour Straws. My eyes move down all of the shelves to the bottom one where there are two thirty-six-count boxes of Gushers. Hell, I thought they discontinued those. I’m getting a cavity just looking at this candy stash.
“Now things are starting to make sense. Now I know why you taste so fucking sweet all of the time, you little candy hoarder.”
“What happened? I blacked out.” Her voice is full of sweet guilt.
I set her down on her feet while I stare into the pantry with an open mouth. "Where's all your damn food?" I turn and look down at her and she’s biting on her cheek again.
“Uhm, in the fridge?”
“Oh yeah? Are you sure that’s not filled with ice cream and popsicles?” I ask, trying not to laugh as she hugs my arm. I swear her eyes go wide and she dashes to the fridge, standing in front of it. “You have got to be kidding me.”
She's looking up at me with the cutest fucking expression. "I have a sweet tooth…" She explains as if it's no big deal.
“A sweet tooth is one huge fucking understatement for what you’ve got, baby.” I pick her up and set her aside before I open the fridge and freezer. There are KitKat’s in the fridge and gallons of ice cream and popsicles fill the freezer. Ah, and one packet of bacon.
Well fuck, I can’t break her heart now, or her apartment will be overcome with different flavors of gelato and ice cream. It’s a damn good thing I don’t plan on it.
“NOAH! I’m going to bite you.”
I growl seductively. “Bite all you want, ballerina…before your teeth fall out.”
Before I know it, she grabs my hand and turns it palm up, biting down hard on the meaty part of my hand, opposite my thumb.
"Ah, fuck!” I yell, yanking my hand back. She stands up on her toes and grasps my face with one hand, kissing me fiercely. I return it, taking her mouth, kissing her just as hard.
The next thing I know she’s taking off, running up the stairs to her bedroom. I take off after her and bolt up the stairs, catching the door right before she’s about to close it.
“You said bite, so I did!” she shouts as she tries to close the door with great difficulty.
“Oh yeah? Maybe I’ll go and toss all the sugary treats out if you don’t let me in.”
“You would not.”
“Watch me.” I let go of the door and run back down the two flights of stairs, but before I can even open the pantry door she jumps on my back and covers my eyes. “NO! DON’T TOUCH THE CANDY!”
I laugh and get her off my back and pin her against the wall, both of her hands trapped in one of mine above her head. Her breasts are heaving. Her stunning jade green eyes are locked with mine as I press my body against hers. “I think I’m going to keep you and your sweet tooth,” I say as I move one arm around her waist. We’re both naked and I’m having a hard time concentrating on anything besides her body right now.
She tilts her head up and swipes my lower lip with her tongue. "Oh yeah? I'm hard to tame, Mister Ryan."
"You're one hell of a feisty ballerina, but I wouldn't tame you. I...you're too fucking adorable when you're attempting to be pissed off at me." Hell, I know she can feel how hard she makes me. How much I need her. She's killing me.
"It's not an attempt, handsome."
I groan when she sucks my lip into her mouth and lets go.
"I can be mean as a snake when you mess with my candy."
She wiggles out of my grip and walks back up to her bedroom. I'm standing there, staring after her, watching her naked body retreat. And fuck if I'm not fully hard again. I'm not sure if it's her body or her sexy-as-hell attitude. But I want it. All of it.
I CAN HEAR the shower running now, so I retreat back to the kitchen, deciding to remain naked. I know she doesn’t mind seeing all of me. A few minutes later there’s a knock on her front door. Assuming that it’s FedEx or something, I stride across the room to the door and swing it open. Intense blue eyes meet mine. This blonde-haired woman standing before me has Heather’s facial features and small frame. My eyes widen in shock.
“Surpri…Hello!” the woman says, obviously expecting to see Heather at the door.
Shit. I move behind the door quickly. “Can I help you?” I ask, and she walks in with her mouth gaping open.
“Who are you and why are you in my sister’s apartment?” I think she suddenly realizes or remembers something because her eyes light up and she claps excitedly.
“You’re Heather’s Greek god!” she squeals a little too loudly. My girl and her sister obviously share the same bubbly enthusiasm.
“Greek god, huh?” I ask cockily.
“Yes! Now get some clothes on before my man, Brannon, gets up here. Nice ass by the way. Where is that sex-fiend sister of mine?”
“She just got into the shower.”
When she turns around, I haul ass—naked ass—to the L-shaped sectional couch and grab Heather’s pink blanket. I now know that it’s one of her favorite things. I quickly fold the blanket and wrap it around my waist as I would a bath towel.
I turn and her sister is watching me until the apartment door opens again. A tall male walks in and eyes me suspiciously.
“I’m going to go out on a limb he
re and guess that you’re Brannon?”
He laughs and sets a bag down at his feet. "Yeah, man, but who the fuck are you?"
I can tell that this guy is extremely protective of both Heather and her sister. I hold my hand out. “Noah Ryan, and Heather’s boyfriend.”
“BOYFRIEND?” her sister squeals, and I’ve noticed that the shower has turned off.
Brannon takes my hand and shakes it while I laugh at her sister, whose name I’m having a difficult time remembering from the conversation I had with Heather. Hell, she was naked at the time. How the hell was I supposed to remember a name while her tits were in my face?
"Sorry, guys, but would you mind if I got dressed? I’ll let Heather know she's got company." Hell, what a first impression.
They both nod and I’m about halfway up the two flights of stairs when Heather appears at the top.
Her eyes catch mine and she moans softly. “Why’d you cover up? I was hoping you were going to join me in the shower and fuck me senseless again.” She pouts cutely and I suck in a sharp breath.
“Heather Adalyn Lane! Since when do you curse? And have bucketloads of sex without telling me?” her sister yells up at her. Heather’s face pales and she looks down, finding her sister and Brannon staring up at her.
I'm at a loss for words. So I just watch her and gauge her reaction to the scene in front of her. Me, naked with her blanket around my waist, while her sister and Brannon are behind me. She squeals just like her sister did earlier and covers her mouth with both hands.
"Dani!”
Right, Dani. That’s her name.
“Sister!” Dani replies, and runs past me up the stairs before squealing and colliding with Heather in a hug, as if it’s been years since they last saw each other. I turn back and look at Brannon. He answers my question before I’m able to ask it.
“Yeah, man, they are always like this.” He laughs and shakes his head.
I laugh too and head up the stairs, noticing a spark of excitement I haven't seen in Heather yet. She's obviously very close with her sister from what I can tell. I'm enjoying the little glimpses of the girl she hides from me. Piece by piece, I'm breaking my way through. I can't help but laugh at the two of them as I squeeze by them in the hallway. They're still hugging each other, and bouncing up and down. I walk into Heather’s room and shut the door, free to drop the pink blanket and hop in the shower. I figure I’ll give them time to catch up.
Heather
“YOU HAVE TO tell me about that Greek god, who I walked in on, catching him completely naked!” Dani squeals as she squeezes me harder.
“You did what?”
“Yup, you heard me. Naked, and I could smell the sex on him, you fiend.”
I turn beet red. Oh my God, she saw him. And his...gahhh! A surge of jealousy quickly rushes through me for the tiniest moment. I know she's my sister and she's in love with Brannon but I can't help it. "You saw him?"
“Oh sister, no. He covered up too fast then moved behind the door. I just got a look at his fine ass.” She looks back at Brannon. “Sorry, baby.”
“You’re good, babe. Has anyone eaten? I’m starving.” Brannon complains as he swishes his sandy blonde hair to the side. He reminds me of a movie actor, but I’m not sure which one. I’ve never been able to place him. He’s from California so naturally he has tanned skin.
I gasp and shove her. "Dani!" Covering my face in embarrassment, I talk through my hands. "Brannon, I'm so sorry you have to put up with her." Dropping my hands, I look at her and lower my voice. "Dani...I haven't told him much about me. So you keep your big mouth shut. Got it?"
“What do you mean you haven’t told him much about you? Like your disgusting candy addiction, which I’m going to go raid right now.”
She runs down the stairs and almost knocks Brannon over in the process. “Hell, babes, cool your tits.” He turns to me. “She’s been dying to see you ever since I surprised her with the tickets yesterday,” Brannon says while he watches her.
He’s so madly in love with my sister and I envy their relationship. I’m glad she’s found her Prince Charming, but I want mine too—especially now that Noah is in my life. Could he be my Prince Charming? I walk down the stairs after her and wrap my arms around Brannon's waist and hug him hard. "You're so sweet to her. Thank you for the surprise. I missed you both."
“No problem. You’re like my little sister anyway, and I’m going to have a talk with your boyfriend. No one fucks with my Lane girls.”
“Heather! Where are the Fruit Roll-Ups? Don’t you dare hide them from me.” Dani’s voice echoes through my apartment’s high ceilings.
I pull back and poke at his chest. It's hard but not as hard as Noah's. "You be nice to him, Brannon Mitchell Henley." Letting go, I run into my kitchen, hollering the whole way. "Don't you dare touch them, Danielle!"
“Fuck, using my full name on me now too, huh? You must be serious about this guy, sassy toes,” he says as he follows me down the stairs to my sister.
“Heather! Share with me.” Dani pouts and bumps me with her hips, trying to scoot me away from my candy closet.
I don’t hear him approach, but I feel him. My body comes alive with an electrical storm whenever he’s near. I look back to the foot of the stairs and he’s smiling at me. My body fills with lust and wild wanting when his eyes lock on mine, my heart thudding audibly, when a shrill cry from Dani breaks the air.
“Ha! I found them.” She turns around and almost falls over herself. She’s staring at my Greek god.
Noah strides across the room in those low hip-riding jeans that hug his ass and a black V-neck. I think this is my favorite outfit on him. Especially when he’s barefoot. He’s next to me a second later, sliding his arms around my waist. I breathe him in. I can’t help it: he smells so good. This beautiful, unique Greek god has got my body in knots, and he’s the only one that can work those knots out of me. He hasn’t said anything to me since my sister showed up, and I’m suddenly nervous as Brannon eyes my man. I think he feels my body stiffen because he tilts my chin up and takes my lips.
I’ve never kissed or been kissed by anyone in front of my sister or Brannon, but right now I don’t care. My body molds into his as I kiss him back. My sex aches as he sends thunderous shivers through me. I'm getting lost when suddenly I hear Dani somewhere in the background. "Whoa, Momma."
Noah smiles against our kiss and moves his hand down to my ass when we move away from each other. I glance up at my sister just in time for her to smack Brannon’s chest hard.
“Babe! Why don’t you kiss me like that?” she demands.
Noah’s laugh reverberates through his chest and I smile up at him. His hand squeezes my ass, telling me he wants me.
“Danielle, cool it. I kiss you a thousand and one different ways, and you love each and every damn one of them,” Brannon says, and Noah’s laughing again. I can’t help but giggle at my sister. “Now let sassy toes enjoy her Greek god.”
I hide my face in Noah's chest for they've just let my nickname slip. Their surprise visit is going to be the death of me. “You two are excruciating,” I groan into his chest.
“Oh little sister. You’re so cute. I love you,” Dani says too innocently.
“Can we go and eat now, please? I’m fucking ravenous.” Brannon is about to start begging for food soon.
“Are you ready to go, beautiful?” Noah asks and I melt. His deep, raspy voice is my favorite sound. He runs his finger over my forehead, smoothing my hair behind my ear, as I look up at him and nod. Letting go of me, he grabs his socks and shoes, putting them on while I find my coat.
Dani claps her hands. “This is going to be a double date. Where are we going to eat?”
A double date? I shake my head. Dani, I’m going to kill you.
“Fine by me,” Noah answers her. “You pick.”
Can he be any sweeter? I grab my purse and keys, and lock up while everyone waits in the hall. As we wait for the elevator, I tug on Noah's hand and whisper t
o him, "Is this okay? I know you wanted to look for an apartment today."
“Relax for me, baby. It’s fine. Just as long as you’re okay with my staying another night. The last thing I want to do is annoy the fuck out of you.” He kisses me sweetly just as the elevator arrives.
I beam up at him, taking the initiative and lacing my fingers with his for the first time. So very girlfriendish. "I don't mind. It’s not as if you’ll be able to move in tomorrow anyway…and I like having you at my place. It's much more fun."
He looks down at our hands and I think he knows that it’s the first time I’ve really initiated anything too. He squeezes gently. The doorman gets us a cab immediately, and Noah gets in first. I decide to put on my big-girl panties and scoot to the middle seat so I can be closer to him, rather than an entire seat apart, which feels like miles. Dani slides in after me and Brannon takes the front passenger seat.
“So, Heather,” Noah says playfully, “do you kiss on the second date?”
I can't help but giggle—he's always so fun and playful. My sister looks at us sideways and smiles. I shrug and answer him. "That depends."
“Depends on what?” he asks smoothly, as he leans into me. I know Dani is watching us, but I can’t help it. He makes me feel so comfortable. The cab heads toward Central Park.
"Depends on if I think he's cute or not. I'll let you know." I'm not sure if it's because my sister is here or because I'm feeling more comfortable around him but I'm letting my guard down a little bit. What man doesn't like a playful girl?
“Well, I’m screwed. Cute is not how I would describe myself,” he says, as we pull up to a restaurant by Union Square.
Brannon pays the fare and he and Dani get out of the taxi. Alone with Noah for a moment, I tilt my chin up and take his earlobe into my mouth. Suck gently. Whisper, "It's a good thing I think you're sexy, Noah. You'll get that kiss tonight."
His growl fills the car and I squirm. “Baby, I was made to kiss you. Everywhere.”
