by J. L. Ostle
“I know. We will. Talking about dicks, why didn’t he show up? I told him my sister was coming and he couldn’t take ten minutes out of his life to meet her?” Her voice rises.
“You know what he’s like. Was probably screwing some girl and forgot. I’ll have words with him.”
“The one thing I’m glad about is that he wouldn’t go near her. If I didn’t know his number one rule, I would threaten his dick and balls. My sister deserves happiness from everything she’s been through and no womanizer is going to take her light.”
“Light? Is that what kids are calling it these days?” I hear him chuckle followed by a thump, which I think is her hitting him. “Ow.”
“You know what I mean. I want her to be happy, find love; if she doesn’t...” I feel tears in my eyes, and I know she is probably getting upset.
“She will.”
“I can’t lose her Leon. I can’t let them take her away. I can’t let them control her anymore. It would kill me. I know what they want from her. She won’t be happy.”
“They aren’t going to take her. They don’t know where you live. Plus, they would have to get through me.”
“I love you. Thank you for being there. For Sky.”
“I love you, too. I will always be there, for both of you. You are my world; I won’t let anyone upset my girl.” With that I walk away, wiping the tears away.
I walk back to my room and lay down. I’m new to being independent. Well more independent than what I was before. I will find my way. I don’t feel up to reading anymore, so I stare at the ceiling till sleep finally takes over.
I wake up from a peaceful sleep, stretching my arms and looking around my new room. I still can’t believe I’m here. Looking at the alarm on the side table, I see it’s just before ten. I can’t remember the last time I stayed in bed this late. I stand up to play some music when I see a note near my door.
Didn’t want to wake you.
Going to get some bacon and eggs.
Remember, help yourself to anything.
Love you.
Lake x x
I smile and lay the note on my desk, taking notice that I drank all of my water last night. I poke my head out the door and, sure enough, the place is silent. I’ll just go grab a bottle of water and get ready for the day. I wonder what Lake has planned. But bacon and eggs right now sounds so good. Mom never allowed fried foods in the house so I’m looking forward to breakfast.
I head down to the kitchen and grab a water. Uncapping it, I drop the stupid lid under the counter. Typical. I get on my hands and knees, trying to reach it, and can see it’s pretty far back. I finally get my fingers around it when I hear a cough behind me. I freeze, dropping the lid back on the floor.
Oh no.
I don’t make a move. I think maybe, if I don’t move, the floor could open up and swallow me whole. Why can’t I have the magical ability to be invisible? Or why can’t it be my sister that’s behind me right now? But, from the masculine sound of the cough, I know it’s a man. I look down at my tank and shorts and feel my entire body heat up.
Why didn’t I get ready? Oh yeah, cause I’m an idiot.
“You going to stay down there all day? Not that I’m complaining, I do have a good view from where I’m standing.” The voice sends shivers down my spine even though the comment was quite crude. Is he staring at my ass?
I know I need to stand up. I know the longer I stay here, the more it will look like I’m insane. I gather all my strength and stand, my back to him. I don’t want to turn. I’m too embarrassed. Footsteps come towards me and he leans in so close that I can feel his heat radiate off him. He softly strokes a hand down my arm, causing goose bumps in its wake. He opens up my palm and places my cap in it. He picked up the lid.
No man has ever touched me. I haven’t even seen who this guy is, what he looks like, but my body is screaming for him. I feel him stand in close so that my back is to his front. My breathing is coming in fast and I gasp when I feel his erection press against me. Oh my God.
He is turned on by me.
His erection is touching me.
“You smell so good,” he whispers in my ear. I am sure I just whimpered. All common sense has left me. I’m letting a complete stranger, whose face I haven’t seen, touch me, make my body feel things it never has before. “Tell me your name.” I feel his stubble stroke against my cheek.
Oh God.
“Sky,” I whisper and his body tenses up.
“Sky? As in...”
“My baby sister, you ass. Get your filthy paws away from her,” Lake interrupts. I feel like someone threw cold water over us.
“Sorry, how was I supposed to know?” I hear him ask behind me as he moves away. For some reason, I hate that he is no longer near me. That I can no longer feel his heat.
“Why else would there be a girl in her pjs in our kitchen at this time of day?” Lake scolds him.
“Wishful thinking? I’m sorry okay? Sorry, Sky.” With that I finally turn around to see my sister giving evil looks to the most beautiful man I have ever seen.
This guy was just behind me? This God? This perfect specimen of mankind? He is leaning against the wall with his arms crossed. His massive arms. With how tight his gray shirt is, the rest of his body looks toned and muscular. His jeans hang perfectly on his hips. When I finally look up, even his face is perfect. Bright green eyes; long, thick brown hair. The kind you want to push your fingers through. I can’t help but stare at his lips; hating that I wonder what it would be like for them to touch mine.
I have never had a chance to kiss a boy, have never felt like I wanted to, but now I needed to. He looks too good to be true. What would have happened if my sister didn’t come back? Would he have kissed me? Why am I even thinking about this? This isn’t me. I don’t care about boys.
But he isn’t a boy. He is a man.
“It’s okay. I’m sorry for looking,” I sweep my hand up and down my body, “indecent.” I notice that his eyes follow my hand movement, stopping at my legs. It feels like he is undressing me with his eyes alone. Now I do feel uncomfortable. No one has really seen my body this close to naked.
I wrap my arms around myself.
“Sky?” I turn to Lake and I know she can tell I feel uncomfortable. “Go get dressed and come down in twenty, breakfast will be ready then.” I give her a quick hug, whispering a thank you in her ear before running up the stairs. All the way to the top I can still feel his eyes on me.
Dominic
Fuck me sideways.
That’s Lake’s sister?
Wow.
I thought maybe she was a groupie that snuck in last night. Seeing her on all fours, her perfect, tight ass in the air; I felt my dick harden in seconds. Feeling her body tremble against mine, how responsive she was. Touching her flawless, white skin. I didn’t have to see her face, from what I could see, her body was perfect. Her strawberry scent surrounded me.
Hearing her say her name caused my once hard erection to quickly disappear; especially when Lake walked in. Walked in on me hitting on her baby sister. Lake is hot. Her body is smoking. Perfect ass and tits. I would have tried to bang that if it wasn’t for Leon. They were head over heels and shit. I wouldn’t do that to the guy. He has been there for me since we were kids. Plus, Lake does see through my bullshit.
Once Sky turned around, I was a goner. She reminded me of a hotter version of Snow White. Raven black hair flowing down her back. Dark blue eyes that I’m sure I saw a hint of purple in. Pale, white, soft skin.
Fuck.
Why couldn’t she be a groupie?
She’s going to be living under the same roof as me? Living across the hall from me? I need to control my dick and not touch her. Yeah, easier said than done.
Fuck my life.
I wouldn’t do that to Lake. I wouldn’t spoil our friendship. Even though she gives me crap, we are a family. She’s helped our band get out there; working on our social media, booking gigs. She bought the house tha
t we live in using an inheritance she received from her grandparents. I was also given more than enough to live comfortably for a while when my parent’s passed away so, for now, none of us have to work. We get to do the thing we love. Music will always be my number one priority. I don’t need a girl I don’t even know messing up the life we have gotten comfortable in.
There are plenty of chicks out there, plenty who are willing to open their legs for the lead guitarist of an upcoming band. Sky is family. I need to make myself believe that.
Then stop looking at her ass while she walks up the stairs, dick.
I walk to the living room and lay down on the couch. I’m exhausted from partying all night. I need to get the dark haired girl out of my mind. I hang around gorgeous women all the time. I think the reason I find her appealing is maybe because I was told not to go near her. Maybe I see her as a challenge. Just thinking that makes me sound shallow and, worse of all, a huge ass.
“I need words with you.” Lake stands in front of me with her hand on her hip. Great. She’s going to go all mother hen on me.
“I won’t touch her okay?” Well, I hope I don’t.
“I know you. I’ve known you for years. I know what you’re like and I love you; you are a great friend, we are family, but when it comes to women...” she pauses, “you’re a dog.” Wait, what?
“Hey, hold on just a minute.” I sit up. How dare she say that?
“Come on. You don’t see a girl more than once, they come walking in and out of here like it’s a hotel. You’re a womanizer. I love you, but it’s true. You are a great person but you think with your dick.” What the hell?
“It’s true man. Not saying it’s a bad thing. You tell them where they stand but you don’t hang around one girl longer than a night. I get it, we’re young, but you go through women like toilet paper.” Leon steps up, wrapping his arms around Lake’s stomach. I watch her snuggle into him. I want to vomit.
“Thanks man, thanks for having my back.” He shrugs.
“I just want to explain to you that Sky is different. She is sweet and innocent; I don’t want her hurt. She believes in love and happily ever after’s. I don’t want you tarnishing that. She’s a good girl, not one of your girls.”
“Right, okay. I won’t touch her. I promise.” She looks me straight in the eye to make sure I’m telling the truth before nodding in acceptance.
I watch her and Leon walk back towards the kitchen but she stops in the doorway. “By the way, she’s a virgin. She’s innocent.” She walks away.
Fuck.
She’s a virgin? How can that be? She’s gorgeous. What guy wouldn’t take one look and want to sleep with her? Maybe she’s waiting for that special someone. Waiting for the perfect guy and the perfect time. It is my number one rule. I don’t do virgins.
Ever.
Virgins get attached. Girls always remember the first person they sleep with. I will not let any girl go through that. I don’t want their first time to be a one-night stand. I may be an insensitive jerk when it comes to the opposite sex, but I do have morals. Knowing that Sky is one hundred percent a virgin, I know I can’t touch her.
I grab my phone from my pocket and flip through my contacts. I got a few options from last night and now I’m taking my pick. I need a good fuck. My dick is still semi hard and I need a release. I send a text and lay back down, waiting. I know she will come- in more ways than one.
They always do.
I smell something good when I finally take my lazy ass off the couch and follow the aroma. Lake is plating up some bacon and eggs and my stomach automatically rumbles. I go to the fridge and grab a carton of OJ and pour out four glasses and Lake gives me a warm smile in thanks. I knew she wouldn’t stay mad at me for long.
I’m looking through my Facebook when Lake yells out to Sky to come down. Has she stayed up there all this time? I look through my newsfeed to stop myself from looking at her when I feel her close by. It doesn’t help.
I glance over at her and I’m shocked at what I see.
The girl that was wearing tight shorts and a tank is now wearing a white blouse with a long black skirt. I mean the skirt literally goes to her feet. She looks like an old school teacher; her hair is even up in a tight bun on top of her head. If I saw her looking like this first, I wouldn’t believe what’s hiding underneath. It’s like meeting two completely different people.
She sits opposite me and I try to look distracted, but I keep thinking that I had to have been dreaming this morning. I know I didn’t since I keep feeling Lake’s eyes on me. She has nothing to worry about. I don’t do virgins and I don’t do girls who hide behind themselves. I like the girl next door types but this girl, she is hiding. I know that if you’re hiding, you don’t want to be found.
I can’t believe how far I have come over the last two years. When I was writing this book, all I thought about were the many obstacles I went through to just publish my first book and now …. I have made so many book friends along this crazy journey. They have helped me in so many ways, being there for me and working alongside me. I love each and every one of them as it’s them that gives me the push to keep going. I want to thank each and every one of them …
To my precious, amazing little boy Jake, my number one fan. He is my world and I want to show him that dreams can come true if you are willing to work hard for what you want.
Daniel Martin, even though we have parted ways, you still mean the world to me. You were my first real fan, giving me that big push to write my first ever book and I thank you for doing so.
Elmarie Pieterse, my brain twin, my book whore, my PA, my other side of the same coin, my sister from another mister. We have become so close in the last year and a half. I really don’t know what I would do without you. Especially your one-liners.
Hannah Clarke, you are my mini-me, my younger double. Thank you for staying by my side throughout this journey.
Lauren Haley, thank you for being there for me.
Bernie Ivison, thank you for supporting me and being there for me.
To my betas, you guys rock. I annoy you, I pester you, wondering if you like my book or not and I will admit … that’s not going to change any time soon.
Amanda Perrie, thank you for having such a good eye. When I go through your notes I’m shocked by the stuff I missed and what you spot out. Thank you for everything you do for me, for beta reading and for sharing my books. You are the best.
Paula Tarpley Genereau, thank you for reading so fast and being my American dictionary. I love how I can rely on you to make sure I’m doing it right.
Autumn Hardin, thank you for beta reading my story, and giving me feedback on my characters, especially my men.
Jamie McDowell Reinhard, you see details as others don’t. Thank you for beta reading my book and helping it be better.
Naomi Dentith, yes, I’m going to say it again. My first reader, the first person to message me on my very first book. I love how you are still on this journey with me.
Daniela Prima, oh, my God, I have no words on how to thank you. You saved my butt by doing this book under such short notice and I am lost for words on how grateful I am that you put so much detail in making this book so much better. I have enjoyed working with you and hope to work with you again.
Jen Wildner, my blogger of Just One More Page. You have been there since day one, helping me promote all my books and working hard to get my stories out there. You do so much for me and I appreciate everything you do. You are amazing, thank you.
Leigh Stone, you have been there throughout the year, making my interior of my books look so pretty and helping me out when I give you short notices. You are a star, thank you.
Natalie Hughes, thank you for working your little butt off to share my books, I appreciate the work you have put in. I am very grateful for you joining my journey.
Chloe Walsh, my fave author, thank you for answering my questions and supporting me, I am in awe of you and hope to be as amazing as you are. I love
your books and always will.
My loyal girls, thank you so much for reading and enjoying my stories. Fran, Mindy, Lela, Juliana, Fiona, Amanda, Katy, Naomi, Alisha, Jenn, Fay, Rhiannon, Kelli, Becky, Michelle, love you girls.
My readers. There is never any words to describe how I feel. By giving my books a chance, you give me a chance. Thank you for reading my story, I am forever grateful, more than you will ever know.
The Change Series:
A Simple Change
The Hardest of Changes
Stepbrother Romance Series:
Tempted part 1
Craved part 2
Owning Me Series:
He Owns Me
She Owns Me
Others:
My Screwed Up Life
In The Spotlight (A Rockstar Romance)
J.L. Ostle was born in Antrim, Northern Ireland and was raised as an army brat. She is now living in Carlisle England. J.L. Ostle is a full-time mother looking after her cute, active four-year-old boy.
When she hasn’t got her head stuck in a book and isn’t writing, she’s watching movies and hanging out with friends. J.L. has a little obsession with Supernatural. She enjoys catching up on her TV shows Vampire Diaries, Big Bang Theory, Geordie Shore, and Grimm.
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