Page 23 of Last Round

“I’m going to get these on the grill,” Sean, who’s oblivious to his sister’s indecent display, states as he grabs the tray with a pile of bruised and battered chicken cutlets.

I’m possessed. That’s the only explanation I have for walking over to her.

“Beer?” she asks, bent over and wagging her ass, one-hundred percent aware of what she’s doing. She freezes the second I press my erection against her rear. I’m playing with fire. I have no delusions of making it out of this unscathed. She rocks back into me, and my dick nestles perfectly between her cheeks.

I mean, there are worse ways to die.

I lean forward, covering her with my body. Allow myself this moment to savor her heat and scent.

Fuck it, what’s a little taste? Just a small hit to keep me steady. My tongue darts out. I lick the lobe of her ear before giving it a small nibble. Her entire body vibrates as she melts into me. As fantastic as she feels settled against my dick, I need to retreat to safety. Any minute, her brother is going to walk in and I’m going to have to explain why I’m dry-humping his baby sister’s ass.

“I’ve got it,” I whisper in her ear before reaching into the fridge and grabbing a bottle.

Her ego deflates as I back away and rest against the counter. With a beer of her own, Molly turns to face me. I give her a victorious grin. It feels like it’s been an endless game of her messing with me—and winning—but not today. Nope, this round is mine.

She uses the countertop to pop the cap off her bottle. My blood runs cold as she smiles. Not just any smile. No, one that says:I’m Molly-fucking-Walsh and I don’t know the meaning of defeat.She tosses her head back and chugs the drink. I watch on, mesmerized as her delicate throat flexes, and she swallows. I adjust myself, except it does nothing to relieve the pressure. Liquid trickles down her neck and coats her chest, making her outfit even more see-through. Then she wipes her mouth, sets down the half-empty bottle, and glances at her visible breasts.

“Oops,” she says in an innocent voice. But as she reaches for the hem of her dress and lifts it over her head, the act is anything butinnocent. “I can be so clumsy sometimes.” She uses the fabric to dab away the remaining droplets, before shifting a bra cup to wipe there. The action reveals one of her little pink nipples. But only for a brief, glorious second.

K-fucking-O.

I want to counter, retaliate, but I can’t. Because if I do anything, it won’t be a strike, it will be a surrender. As much as I would love to drop to my knees and beg for the privilege to worship her like the goddess she is, I can’t.I won’t.

At the end of the day, no amount of time or level of maturity changes the one damning fact. She’s Sean’s little sister.

I’ve crossed many lines in my life, but this is one I can’t toe.

Plan B

Molly

“Ohmygod!”Bexshouts as she jumps on my bed, holding my childhood teddy bear in her hand. I refuse to get rid of Mr. Snuggles regardless of how old I am.

Thankfully, after that shitshow he called afamilydinner, Sean decided to stay at some swanky hotel withJessica. Which I’m eternally grateful for. I couldn’t handle another night of her staying here, or dealing with that overpowering perfume that makes me gag whenever she’s within a fifty-foot radius.

Seeing as I have the house to myself, I invited Bex over for a “slumber party.” Or at least that’s what she called it when she arrived sporting pigtails, sleep shorts, and a spaghetti-strap tank Allthiswhile carrying a box of pizza, a bag of candy, and a two-liter of Coke—just like the old days.

“Then what happened?” she asks, settling down and squeezing the bear to her chest, clearly on the edge of her seat. Her theatrics have been at an all-time high as I recount my interaction with Killian.

“What’s the girl term for blue balls? Blue vulva?” I tap my chin as I contemplate.

Bex crinkles her nose and shakes her head. “Blue bean?” she says with a confident nod.

“Whatever it’s called, it was that… times a thousand. I think my pussy actually wept. I’ve read about it happening before, and I just assumed it was some authory, overdramatic statement they used to sell books and make you reevaluate your sex life. But, no, it’s a real fucking phenomenon.”

“Wait, so after he practically dry-humped your ass and tongue-fucked your ear, he just what…?”

“Left.” I sigh.

Bex’s eyes go wide. “HE LEFT!”

I rescue Mr. Snuggles from her strangling grip and hug him close. The bitter taste of defeat burns my esophagus. “He ran off to the bathroom, spent forever in there.” He didn’t come out until dinner was ready and the table was set.

“Jerking it,” Bex says with all the optimism I wish I still had. After Killian’s confession in the storage closet, I never felt so confident before. Likeever. Even with my ex, I always had this level of doubt. Granted, he was a shit human being and encouraged my negativity.

Killian, though… That man’s a sex god. To see him so affected by my presence—yeah, it did a lot to change how I saw myself. At least for the past week. Because after earlier, all the reasons he’d never think I’m enough reared their ugly head.

“Whatever he was doing, he came out… different.” I hold back the tears threatening to break free.

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