Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 97994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 97994 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 490(@200wpm)___ 392(@250wpm)___ 327(@300wpm)
“Oh! You are?” she squeals. “Yay! I want to FaceTime.”
“For what?”
“To meet her.”
“Abso-fucking-lutely not.”
Is she out of her goddamn mind?
My pulse is still jacked for reasons that have nothing to do with family bonding. Juliette is ten feet away, tits out, flushed from head to toe, watching me try not to commit fratricide over speakerphone.
“Jeez,” Sutton says. “You sound so pissed off.”
Because I am pissed off.
I rake a hand through my hair and count to five.
One. Two.
Three.
Four, five. This is my sister. I love her.
I would also like to strangle her for calling me at the worst possible moment of my life. I was minutes away from sinking into Juliette’s hot, wet pussy.
“You panic-dialed me into cardiac arrest because you wanted to FaceTime, and you have the freaking nerve to act like I’m the asshole here?”
Sutton scoffs. “You didn’t answer the first two calls.”
“Because I was—” I glance at Juliette. “Busy doing other things.”
Sutton gasps. “Were you making out?”
“Sure.” I roll my eyes, taping my fingers against the cold, granite countertop. “We’ll go with that.” I close my eyes. “I’m hanging up.”
“You never let me meet anyone! You gatekeep your entire life, and Bailey didn’t count because she was awful.”
My phone buzzes in my hand.
Incoming FaceTime: Sutton
She’s officially lost her mind if she thinks I’m going to accept the video call.
From her spot on the counter, Juliette makes a strangled noise. “Is she FaceTiming you?”
“Yes.”
“Decline it!” she hisses.
“I am.”
I hit decline.
The phone buzzes again, instantly.
“She is not giving up,” Juliette whispers, mortified—as if I’m dumb enough to actually take the call.
“I noticed.”
I decline it again.
“You are hiding something,” my sister screeches through the phone, still on the other line. “You never decline my FaceTimes unless you’re naked or in the shower or sleeping.”
“One of those is correct.”
“Oh my god, Aaron—do not tell me you are naked. You’ve been on your date for what, an hour?” My sister screams for all the world to hear. “It’s barely seven, how are you screwing around?”
“Since when is that any of your business?”
“I can’t believe you,” Sutton continues. “This is so embarrassing for me. Put on pants.”
“I’m wearing pants.” But it just so happens that they’ll be coming off very shortly…
“Are they at least buttoned?”
“Nope.”
Juliette waves her hand to get my attention. “Can you please tell her I’m fully dressed? Please?” Juliette begs in a whisper hiss.
“Juliette wants me to tell you she’s dressed,” I say flatly, lying on Juliette’s behalf. Her skin is still bright red, the shirt in her hands still clutched to her bosom.
Poor thing.
This must be traumatic for her…
It takes me a full two seconds to realize I’ve said her name out loud to my sister and Sutton does not miss the detail.
“Ohhh, her name is Juliette. So romantic—like Romeo and Juliet,” my sister chirps brightly. “So, you’re half-naked and she’s fully clothed? How predictable of you.”
“You are not mature enough for this,” I tell my sister with authority. “People get naked. People have sex—how do you think you ended up with Molly and Nicolas?”
Juliette swats at me. “Don’t tell her we were about to have sex!”
“Trust me,” I tell her. “This is the most excitement my sister has had in weeks, her husband travels a lot for work.”
Sutton gasps. “How dare you imply that we rarely bang. We bang plenty!”
“I regret answering this call,” I mutter.
“You should—and I’m never eating in your kitchen again.”
“Good. More for me!” I tell her, ending the call on an innuendo.
“There,” I mutter, tossing my phone back onto the counter. Let her wonder if I meant food or pussy.
It would serve her right.
“You are feral,” Juliette says, staring at me wide-eyed.
I shrug. “She started it.”
“She screamed ‘We bang plenty’ into the phone.”
“She did.”
Juliette shakes her head, but she’s smiling now. Flushed, breathless, beautiful.
I want to pick up where we left off: get her naked, get her wet, bend her over, and fuck her from behind…
In that order.
Stepping back between her parted legs, I slide my hands over her thighs. Nuzzle her neck below her ear.
“Where were we?” I murmur.
She swallows. “Your sister was yelling about banging.”
“Before that.”
Her eyes flicker down to the belt buckle dangling limply at my open fly.
“Come on, babe, let me go down on you,” I croon. “Get you wet. Suck on you.”
My mouth brushes over hers, softly. Slowly. No rush. Reminding her how good I can make her feel, how there’s no need to be self-conscious by my dumb sister’s interruption.
I glide my hand up her stomach and palm her breast, cupping it. Gently rubbing her nipple back into a hard nub.
“You know what sounds good right now?” I ask into her neck. “A shower.”
“It’s a yes or no question?”
“Neither.” I grin at her. “I think we’re both keyed up right now and could stand to relax. Let’s get naked, rinse off, then snuggle on the couch.”