Suddenly, upon looking down at her, I remembered her on her knees with a mouthful of my cock, her lips stretched around it as she moaned.
It was damned good, and she was the last person I’d had any sort of relations with since getting serious with Avery.
“I’m leaving,” I said. She didn’t want to hear that I was taken because that wouldn’t and didn’t matter to her.
She blocked my way out. “You’re no fun,” she pouted, showing me more of those hot tits. All I knew was she could deep throat me deeper than anyone I’d met, and that was saying a lot. Her gag reflexes were nonexistent, and she could hold her breath forever.
I took a deep breath, feeling the blood rush to my cock. I felt like a real asshole as my erection punched against my pants, but I had to turn her down. Some things and people were more important than sex. And Avery Russell was worth it. Wasn’t she? I looked back down as Britany undid the top button on my pants.
Chapter 7 Avery
My date with Seth had put me in a good mood, so instead of letting my spat with Clara get to me, I decided to put it behind me and go talk to her. With things looking up, I didn’t want the petty argument to ruin that.
Sisters had to stick together, and ever since she opened up to me about the rape that had caused her to have anorexia, I had been super protective of her. That couldn’t change because of one little disagreement.
I decided to bring her some coffee and pastries and was surprised when she opened the door with a brownie in her hand. “If you’re looking for the brownie pan, I’m all done with it now.”
I handed her a coffee and stepped inside the apartment, which was super warm inside. I could smell the brownies she had baked, which reminded me of home. “I never noticed it was gone. And you can keep it if you want to keep up baking. You know brownies are my favorite.”
“I know,” she said with a smug grin. “I wanted to apologize for being so hard on you about Seth. You can’t help who you like. I have my reasons for not liking him, so we probably won’t ever agree, but it doesn’t mean I don’t care. You’re my baby sister, and I love you.”
“I know, and I love you too. That’s why I brought you coffee. And I’m not delusional enough to think that you will ever really like him. I just hoped that you would try to get to know him instead of letting other people make up your mind. You’re usually not such a follower.” She had always done things on her own and her own way.
Clara sighed. “Layla is my friend. I have to trust her.”
“She told you about it herself? You didn’t hear about it from others?”
She gave me a sideward look but said nothing.
“I’m serious, Clara. What if I told you that he admitted to me the truth about the rumors and that he says he wants to do better with me? Isn’t he worth a second chance?”
“I’d say it was a line to get in your pants and that you’re too smart to fall for that.” She walked over to the kitchen counter, where she cut me a brownie and placed it on the napkin. “I saved you a corner piece. They’re nice and chewy.”
I wasn’t going to refuse my chocolatey favorite. “Thanks,” I said, noticing there were only two missing from the pan. She was trying so hard to butter me up. “Don’t you think that people can change?” I felt like it was the same old story with us lately, like every visit had to include a debate.
“No, not everyone can change. Not people who don’t want to. And I can’t believe that someone like Seth would want to when he is obviously having the time of his life. People like him don’t care what kind of attention they get, as long as they get it. He probably wears those rumors like a badge of honor.”
I sighed, but she interrupted my next thought. “Look, Avery. I don’t want to fight about it. You know how I feel, and that’s not changing. Not unless he stepped up and proved it. And I don’t see someone like him doing that.”
“Someone like him?” I shook my head. “You’re right. We need to change the subject.” I wasn’t going to sit there and listen to her insult him.
“You’re right. I have a million things I wanted to say besides ‘I’m sorry I hate your infatuation.’ Like my wedding, for instance. I talked to Mom, and she said that I could wear her wedding dress if I didn’t think it was bad luck.”
“Well, it didn’t bring her any,” I mumbled.
Clara chuckled. “At this point, I’m more worried about going broke than bad luck, and besides, I’ve always wanted to wear it.”
“Someone should. The damned thing is too frilly for me. Besides, I’m going to do something a little less traditional and formal.”
Clara smiled. “That’s exactly what Mom said. I swear you sound just like her sometimes.”
“That’s better than sounding like Dad,” I said, which Clara did more than I’d tell her. She would deny it anyway.
“Speaking of the devil, he’s trying to give me money. I don’t want to take it, so he’s bothering me about it. I told you his approval comes with a price.”
It wasn’t that I wanted his approval, but I just didn’t see any reason for making conflict where there was none. “Take the money. There’s no sense in going without the things you need, and you can use it for the wedding. He’s supposed to pay for that anyway, isn’t he?”
“Oh, no. I told
