Page 103 of Rinkmates

She rolls her eyes. “Rosie missed something. You also lack some social skills.”

I sink my teeth into her thigh, and once she stops hitting me playfully, I put my sister back on Speaker. “So, yeah. We’ll take you.”

Rosalie squeals and I rub the bridge of my nose, because that was so fucking loud.

“It’s three o’clock on Friday then! Can’t wait! Bye Ri, don’t get riled up until then!”

I hang up. “She likes wordplays.”

“Your second name is Dick?”

“Of course, that’s the one thing you take from that awful convo.” My mouth twitches. “Is it too much dick for you?”

“Never.”

She grabs my shoulders and tries to lift me up, but let’s be real, my little spitfire isn’t able to move me an inch. So I crawl up to her, desperate for a kiss.

She suddenly tenses up.

“Riley,” she says, and I wince.

Oh no, I know that tone. What did I do now?

“Is that a picture from one of my commercial shoots hidden in your bookshelf?”

I freeze. Damn it, I forgot about my stash of jack-off material.

“Um, no?” I reply sheepishly.

She smacks my shoulder playfully. “I thought I lost it on the subway and suffered from humiliation for over five months! And you’ve been hoarding it in your room the whole time? Come on, why would you do that?”

In a desperate attempt to avoid explaining myself, I kiss her passionately. Fucking hell. This is embarrassing.

“Riley,” she pushes me away with a cute frown on her face.

“Okay fine, confession time. Yes, I took it because I couldn’t stand the thought of someone else ogling your perfect ass.”

At first, she looks at me like I’ve lost my mind, then she bursts out laughing. “Are you serious?”

I sigh and nod reluctantly. “I wish I wasn’t.”

But I’m not about to tell her what other naughty things I did with that photo. Fuck no.

She continues giggling before her cheeks turn red and I can tell she’s getting turned on by the idea of—well, I have no idea of what exactly. I like to think it’s because I protect her ass with all my might.

The downside of her being turned on? I have a boner now, too, and we’re supposed to be getting ready for practice. But fortunately, I’m skilled in the art of problem-solving. With a mischievous grin, I scoop her up princess style and carry her off toward the bathroom.

Her eyes widen in surprise. “Riley, what are you doing?”

I just wink and say, “Just making sure we’re not running late.”

She opens her mouth to protest, but my body gives me away and I feel a familiar stirring between my legs. The minute it does, her gaze transforms into one of desire. I carry her toward the shower, turning on the water and letting it cascade over us. I let her down and gently hold her face in my hands while I kiss her. A few seconds later, the room is filled with hot steam while water rains down on us.

My hands glide along her curves, over her wet skin, while hers explore every inch of my body. I’ll never get enough of it. I take my time to run my fingers up and down those gorgeous tits and then smooth my hands over her firm ass. I lower my head and kiss her neck, and when she gives me that guttural sound I love so much, I encircle her breasts—kneading them, teasing those nipples with my fingernails all the while my penis presses firmly against her.Fuck. I can feel it against her stomach as I rub it against her skin.

I glance at her through my eyelashes, just to take her in. So beautiful. No matter what she thinks. She’s mine. All of her is mine.

The water drips from her nose and she looks up at me—as if I’m the best thing that’s ever happened to her, and something inside of me wishes it were true.

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