Page 101 of Myself

I lean over, placing my elbows on my thighs. “She had called you. You pressed ignore and tossed it to the floor. And then she called again, and you told me to ignore it, but I couldn’t. I answered it, and she just started spilling everything. I tried to stop her from talking, but by the time she was done, she hung up.”

“What did she say?” he asks slowly.

He honestly doesn’t remember what I told him? Could they both have avoided this heartache if I had just told him the next day? No more secrets anymore. I’ve seen firsthand how they tear people apart, and I will not be responsible for that! “She said what you thought you saw and what happened were two very different things.” I pause. “... and that she loved you.”

“She what—”

“I told you,” I interrupt him. “After she had hung up, you looked right at me, and I told you, but you didn’t say a word.”

“She loves me?” he asks softly.

“That’s what she said.”

He lets out a growl as if the official shock is over. “That was over a week ago.” I nod to myself as I sit up straight. “Of course, flowers aren’t gonna fucking fix that!” he snaps. “What am I supposed to do now?” he asks but knows I don’t have an answer.

I just say what I wish someone would have told me when I let Becca go. “Fight. If you love her, fight for her. If she loves you as you love her, then she’ll appreciate that more than distance.”

“Yeah,” he says, sounding as if he’s not even paying attention to me. “I... Thanks, man. Thanks for being my best friend.” He hangs up, and I lower my phone to my lap. I’m not his best friend. Not like he thinks I am. I’ve been in love with his sister for four years now and seeing her behind his back for two weeks. Yeah, not a friend at all.

“That was nice of you.”

My head snaps up, and I see Becca standing in the doorway of her adjoining bathroom. “Hey, babe,” I say, looking her up and down. Black lace hangs low on her hips and dips down to cover her sex. A black bra matches, the lace cupping them. “I didn’t think you were here,” I say, looking over her again, slower this time.

“I didn’t think you were going to get off the phone,” she says honestly then pushes off the doorframe and walks over to me until she is standing between my legs.

My eyes drop to her legs, and my hands go to her thighs. I run them up her soft skin, and her hands go to my hair. Slowly, I make my way to the black lace at her hips and hook my fingers into them. I pull them down enough to expose her shaved pussy. And I lick my lips.

Her nails scrape across my scalp, and then her fingers tighten in my hair. I suck in a breath when she yanks my head back, and I have to look up at her. “I’ve been craving you all day,” I admit shamelessly.

She smiles down at me and pulls away. “I wanted to give you something special since we were interrupted this morning. But you’re gonna have to wait a little longer.”

My hands fall from her body, and she readjusts her black thong. “I bought something for you today,” she says excitedly.

I smile. “What is it?”

“It’s a surprise.” Then she looks over at her closed bedroom door. “Why don’t you go pour us a glass of wine while I get ready?”

“What about Ashlyn?” I ask, looking down at my hard cock hidden by my boxers.

“She’s gone,” she assures me. “She won’t be back for at least two hours.” Then she turns and walks back into her bathroom, closing the door behind her.

I get up and make my way to the kitchen. I turn on the light and grab two wine glasses from the cabinet and then retrieve the bottle from the fridge. I sit it on the counter when the door swings open. “What the ...?”

Ryder barges in and comes to a quick stop when he sees me standing at the counter. “What are you doing here?” he asks confused. I stand perfectly still as if he can’t see me. But then I remember what I’m wearing and drop my hands in front of my hard cock. His eyes drop to my boxers as well since that’s the only thing I’m wearing. “And where the fuck are your clothes?” he demands.

I’ve got to get Becca to move out of here. And soon. I just wanna have sex and not get interrupted. “Ryder.” I raise my hands in surrender, but then remember my boxers and lower them quickly. “It’s not what you think.”

His eyes narrow on me, and he takes a step toward me. “Are you seeing her?” he growls. “So this is what you’ve been doing? Fucking her behind my back?” he demands.

“Ryder ... I ...”

“So this whole time I’ve been worried about the wrong guy,” he snaps.

I frown at his choice of words. Wrong guy? My eyes widen, and I start to shake my head quickly. “I’m not seeing Ashlyn ...”

“Ryder.” Becca yelps as she comes running down the hallway, interrupting me. “What are you doing here?” Her green eyes narrow on him, and she places her hands on her hips. I look over her tits on display along with her long legs. She’s in an all-black lace teddy that matches her bra and panties. And a pair of black heels to top it off. My already hard cock twitches, and I close my eyes, sighing. Fuck!

“Becca, what the fuck?” he growls. “Go put on some clothes!” He holds his hand up as if to block her out and looks at me. I continue to stand perfectly still hoping I’ll disappear into smoke and slide right out the front door that is still wide open.

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