My eye twitched at his idea of packing. I turned away and went to clear off his desk.
“I heard you took my sister to a movie.” He threw a pair of shorts at me.
Here we go. “Yeah.” I chucked them back.
“What the hell took you so long? You’ve been making eyes at each other for years.”
“I didn’t realise you’d noticed.”
“Mate, we all noticed.”
Is that right? I hadn’t noticed—how had they? “And you’re okay with it?”
“I never want to hear the details of your sex life.” He shook his head, cringing. “You never dished any details on Kelly anyway, so no loss there. If I hear you spilling private info on my sister to anyone else, I will thump you.”
I would thump myself. “Can we talk about something else?”
“I’m serious, mate. Don’t fuck her over.”
“Stewart, I respect her too much to play her like that. I don’t do games. You know I don’t. Maybe you should thump yourself because the way you treat women is like you’ve forgotten that they’re somebody’s daughter or sister. Think about that, huh?”
He looked stunned. His throat jumped as he swallowed. “Don’t screw with my head like that.”
“You need to pull your head in.”
He groaned. “Always with the lectures. I would’ve asked Lee to help me, but he’s too busy being pussy-whipped.”
I couldn’t argue with that. Larissa had him on a leash. “He has his own shit to deal with. Are we done with the big brother talk now?”
“Yeah, we’re done.”
“Good.”
“Thanks for helping me today.”
“You’re welcome.”
One good thing about Stewart was—he didn’t dwell. If he had an issue with you, he aired it and then it was done. And he loved his sister, despite all the insults he plied her with. That alone made him okay in my book.
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We took two hours to pack and did a couple of trips back and forth before he was finally all moved in at his dad’s. Almost all moved in. After his earlier trumpeting, he’d forgotten the box of trophies stashed in the corner. I offered to get it. Any excuse for another glimpse at his sister.
I knocked on the door and Stewart’s mum answered. “You’re early.”
“Early?”
“For your date.” Her eyes dropped to my sweaty shirt and baggy shorts.
“Um, no. Stewart forgot a box.”
“I’m not surprised. Come on in.”
“Thanks, Mrs Furnville.” I stepped over the threshold.
“Call me Mary.”
I didn’t think I could. I’d been calling her Mrs Furnville for years. “Okay.”
Walking to Stewart’s room, I went in search of the ‘chick magnets’. I found the box. The fucking bong sat on top. How was I going to walk out of here with that in full view? The box didn’t have a lid.
After shooting across the hallway, I tapped on Andy’s door. “Andy.”
I caught sight of her head wrapped in a towel through the narrow crack as she answered my knock. “You’re early.”
“No, I came to get the last box, but I have a problem.”
The barrier swung open as she let me in before shutting it again. I spun to face her and froze. She was fresh out of the shower, standing in her underwear. My jaw dropped. Holy fuck.
“What? You’ve seen me in my togs. This is basically the same.”
“It’s not even close. And I haven’t seen you in togs for over two years. You look a lot different now.”
“Not that much.”
A fuck-load, actually. Her tits were even bigger than I’d thought. My cock sprang to attention. There was no stopping it. “Could you get dressed?” My pulse punched out a backbeat to our exchange.
“Am I making you uncomfortable?” She sounded like she’d just downed a shot of whiskey.
“I think that’s pretty obvious.” I dropped my eyes to my tented shorts before peering at her through my lashes.
Her gaze fixed on my crotch as she bit the corner of her lip. Arms, once hanging loose, were now reaching for me.
I hopped back. “What are you doing?”
She snapped them back, folding them across her middle. “I—sorry.” Her wounded expression had me wanting to punch myself.
“What were you going to do?”
“I wasn’t thinking. Sorry.” Her arms tightened as she turned her head away.
I reached for her, unfolding her limbs. Opening her defences. “What were you going to do,” I said again softly. “Were you going to touch ... me?”
“Yes.”
My cock got painfully hard and I groaned. I pulled her hands up and placed them flat on my stomach. “Do what you want, babe. But only if you’re doing it for you. I’m yours.”
She blinked at me, sucking in that plump bottom lip before lowering her eyes. Her fingers flexed on the spot, not moving just yet. I could almost see the dirty thoughts flooding her mind. I bet her knickers were wet. Her chest heaved as she balanced on the edge of good girl versus naughty girl. I’d take both versions. Whichever side she chose, she needed to be kissed.
I bowed my head, hovering my lips over hers, waiting for her silent consent. She angled her head and captured my mouth with hers. Her minty breath mixed with mine. Her kiss lit a network of fuses throughout my body, tiny bonfires flaming to life. I fought to keep my fists clenched by my sides. I wasn’t going to push her too far. She hadn’t asked me to paw her. She wanted to paw me. But I had to keep control. I hadn’t forgotten that her mother was just down the hallway, expecting me to leave any second. And Andy and I were still new. Maybe this was too much too soon.
Her palms moved south and I jolted at the contact. Dragging in some air through my nose, I parted my mouth, my tongue searching for hers. She eagerly welcomed me in,
