Page 30 of Drown in You

“Hey, sis.” I love the way the nickname drives her insane. She wants to rip my head off and I’d love to see her try. Not really a fan of the new legal status of our relationship myself, but getting her riled up makes blood pump to my cock.

Her brows furrow when she digs through her bag, frantic.

“Looking for this?” I hold her phone up and out of reach when she grabs for it.

“How did you get my phone?” Her eyes narrow, and I shouldn’t be getting off on her anger this much.

“Maybe you should be more careful about leaving valuables lying around where anyone can take them.”

“Gee, thanks.” She holds out her hand. “Please give me my phone back.”

“Why are you so paranoid?” I flick a brow up at her. “Hiding something? Nudes?”

God, I hope so. I’ll send them to my number right now.

She folds her arms over her chest. “No, but it’s my phone, and I deserve privacy.”

“We’re family now, sis. There’s nothing private between us.” I lean closer to murmur in her ear. “Not anything inside your phone. Or beneath your clothes.”

Sienna snatches the phone from my grasp, her fingers grazing my skin. The brush of contact is too short-lived. I need more. I’ve never craved someone the way I crave her.

“What are you even doing here?” Sienna snaps. “Are you following me?”

“Ma said to keep an eye on you.”

“Pretty sure she didn’t mean stalk me. Don’t you have something better to do? Class or practice or something? Maybe a puck bunny to bang with your buddies in the locker room?”

“Not my style. I’m a one-woman-at-a-time kind of guy.”

She sighs. “I really don’t know why you’re being like this. Sure, we had a great time that night, but?—”

“We had an amazing night, Sienna. A night I can’t get out of my head.”

That shuts her up.

If only she knew that the night in her hotel room wasn’t just a random one-night stand—it was the culmination of years of suppressed attraction and the best friendship either of us has ever had.

She can’t know that I’m the masked man she’s been talking to for years—she never can—but maybe if she did, she wouldn’t be fighting me so hard on this. If our whole relationship hadn’t been built on a lie, maybe she wouldn’t give a fuck about our parents’ marital status either and she’d fall for me the way I’ve fallen for her, no matter what anybody had to say about it.

“You know the last time I slept through the night? The last time I didn’t have any thoughts in my head except about the girl in bed with me?” I step closer, forcing her neck to crane so she can meet my gaze. Her jasmine scent is intoxicating and I want to wrap her around me. Wrap those thighs around my face and breathe her in, get another mouthwatering taste. “You gave me that. I can do the same for you if you let me.”

Her nostrils flare, even as her eyes soften. “Sex is off the table ever since we found out our parents are married. But if you need someone to talk to?—”

“We don’t need to have sex on the table. We can do it on the floor, in our beds, on the couch, in the shower?—”

“Stop.” Sienna jumps up from her seat, chair squealing against the shiny floor. She stuffs her laptop and phone in her bag, swinging it over her shoulder. “I told you, this isn’t happening.”

I cup her chin before she shakes me off. Her gaze darts around the room at the nearby students too engrossed in their own work and lives to notice us, but to her, we’re under a spotlight. “And I told you it is.”

“So, what?” She blinks at me, angry tears shimmering. “You’re going to force me?”

Her voice wobbles, but she can’t possibly believe I would ever force her. That I would ever have to. When I have Sienna again, she will be a willing and eager participant. “This isn’t just about sex, Sienna. This is way more than that. And I won’t need to force you. You’ll be begging for it.”

She scoffs, rolling her eyes even as she gulps. “Yeah, right.”

When she’s about to walk away from me, I pull her back and lean down until my mouth brushes against her ear. She shivers. “I can’t wait to hear you beg for my cock, sweetheart.”

With that promise looming over her head, her green eyes widen. She doesn’t know what to expect from me. She can’t predict my next move. I like that.

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