Page 29 of Accidental Abduction

“Everything okay?”

The hair on the back of my neck stood up when she didn’t respond, and I almost expected her to lunge at me like this was the beginning of a bad zombie apocalypse movie.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” I whispered, recalling how rough I’d been with her once we’d gotten to the cabin.

“No.” Her voice was a soft, but there was something about it that had me sitting up straighter and pulling the corner of the blanket over my lap.

Before she even took one step, I knew my life was going to be forever changed from this moment forward.

“It looks worse than it is.”

Guilt crashed through me as she took a step into the sliver of light, pinkish red scratches winding up her shins and skating across her knees. Another step and her wrists were visible, angry marks marring her skin.

I was so busy cataloging each new mark that I was caught off guard when her face came into view.

“Holy fuck!” I shouted, scooting away from her, up the mattress, pulling the comforter across my crotch. It would have been understandable for my morning wood to wither at the sight of my littlesister’s best friend standing there in nothing but a worn T-shirt, but it taunted me beneath the material while I was freaking the fuck out. “What the fuck are you doing here? Did you and Hazel follow us up here last night? Why are you in my bathroom?”

She paused, her mouth hanging open, my traitorous cock practically waving at her from beneath the covers. This was bad. This was so fucking bad.

“I think you know who brought me up here,” she said quietly, but my eyes still widened at the way the corner of her mouth turned up. I’d seen that smirk aimed at me countless times across a worn bar top, but never while she was only wearing my shirt, covered in bruises that I’d left on her skin in a moment of passion so intense I was afraid I imagined it.

“Why aren’t you wearing more clothes?” I yelled, knowing that her flimsy costume was currently in a pile on the floor next to my bed and on the floor in the kitchen where I’d...

“Because your shirt was the easiest thing for me to grab.”

“Go find some fucking clothes, Char! For fuck’s sake. Don’t just stand there half naked!”

Her chest shook as she watched me scramble to pull the blankets to cover more of my naked body. I tried not to ogle her, but she looked so sensuous standing there with her hair down in chaotic blonde waves, tipped with teal dye.

“I thought your hair was fucking purple?”

She bent over at the waist as she let out a laugh, and I slapped my hand over my eyes when I got an eyeful of her naked tits through the neckline of my V-neck shirt.

“Go!” I shouted, pointing blindly in the direction of the door. “Go find something to cover that up. You’re practically fucking naked. Fuck!”

“I don’t have anything but my costume to wear,” she responded, her voice calm, but I could tell she was entertained by my panic.

“Hazel has shit in her room. Hell, go find something of mom’s and put it on. The more skin covered, the better.”

“Like you said,” she teased. “You’ve seen all of it before.”

“For fuck’s sake, Charley. Now is not the time to make jokes. Just go. I’ll meet you in the kitchen.”

Once I’ve appropriately freaked the fuck out.

I pulled down my hand and watched her scurry out the door, my shirt riding high on the backs of her thighs, a bruise in the shape of my teeth peeking out the bottom. It took all my self-control not to follow her. Not to pin her to the wall and demand answers. But I couldn’t be in the same fucking room with her right now.

Once I heard the door down the hallway close, I yanked off the covers, my fingers flexing as I tried to ignore the problem that hadn’t abated below my waist.

I should have been worried that I’d clearly just fucked my little sister’s best friend and then spent the night wrapped around her naked body because of Vivienne, but honestly that wasn’t why I was so thrown.

And I should have felt guilty, but I didn’t. Because when it came down to it, I’d gone to that party as a single man. And I’d pursued a beautiful woman. A beautiful woman I probably should have never laid my hands on. But now that I had...

I wasn’t sure if I could ever look at her the same way again. And I wasn’t sure I wanted to.

Charley had been in my life off and on for over a decade. She was my little sister’s best friend. I shouldn’t know what she looked like with her lips wrapped around my cock.

I shouldn’t know what the sexy whimpers that she couldn’t hold back while her pussy was milking my fingers sounded like. I shouldn’t know what it felt like to have her tits in my hands and her hard nipples between my fingers and pressing against my tongue.

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