Page 24 of Call You Mine

Ruby stares at her doubtfully, further pressing the issue. “Then what are your intentions with him?”

“Ruby,” I warn, telling her to back the fuck off. I know my sister, and she won’t stop until she figures out what game we’re playing, and I’m not up for playing anymore games tonight.

“What?” she says, feigning innocence. “Can’t blame a girl for being curious about her brother’s newgirlfriend. Especially when said brother isn’t known to keep a girl around for long.”

I groan, throwing my head back in irritation. “Fuck, really Ruby.”

“Babe, it’s fine,” Wynter murmurs sweetly, her hand resting along my thigh like it’s the most normal thing. The contact makes me sit up straighter. Not only does her subtle touch shock the fuck out of me, but most importantly, I don’t like the way hearing her call me babe makes me feel. I groan again under my breath, the heat of her hand burning a hole through my pant leg straight to my dick. “She’s your sister. It’s natural for her to be protective of you.”

Ruby raises a brow at the way Wyn’s fingers slide back and forth along my thigh, her gaze drifting to me as she catches my reaction. I clench my jaw shut to suppress the guttural moan that wants to come out. I need to get laid.

My mind wanders to last night, Wynter seated on the island with my face between her spread legs. It would have been so easy to take what I wanted, what I’d been craving since the first time I had a taste, but I knew if I did, there was no going back.

That’s not a risk I’m willing to take for a quick release, even if I know it will be damn worth it.

“Yes, it’s in our blood to be protective of each other, given we were left to fend for ourselves from the beginning,” Ruby sneers, untrusting of what she’s witnessing.

I feel Wyn’s body shift closer to me. She’s practically sitting on my lap and I want nothing more than to pick her up and sit her perky ass straight on my dick and show her exactly what she’s doing to me.

“Exactly, but you don’t need to worry anymore, Ruby. Can I call you sis?” Wyn mocks, and I swear I see a fire flash in Ruby’s eyes. Wynter is being fucking bold, and if I weren’t so confused and pissed at her, I’d be enjoying this little back and forth between her and my sister.

Ruby sits up straighter, but her gaze doesn’t falter nor show how frustrated she’s becoming. Instead, she simply leans back in her seat and takes a sip of the cocktail in front of her.

“Let’s not get ahead of ourselves, Wyn,” Ruby taunts. “Like I said, Drake isn’t known for keeping a girl around for long. Actually, since Scarlett, I don’t think we’ve ever seen him with anyone.”

Fucking Ruby. She just had to name drop my ex-girlfriend, Wynter’s now sister-in-law. As if this shit couldn’t get any worse.

Though instead of angering her, that little observation my sister so eagerly shared makes Wynter smile.

“Yes, well, that's probably because our relationship is nothing new, Ruby. Damon and I have been seeing each other for a while now. We just decided it was finally time to go public. I’ve been staying at his house.”

Ruby’s eyes go wide, but she doesn’t let the shock of Wyn’s confession show. “You’re staying at the house?” she interrupts, asking Wynter though her gaze is fixed on me. Other than Ruby, no one has ever stayed at my home.

“Yes,” Wynter replies, not picking up on Ruby’s surprise. “And I used to crash at the apartment the few times I flew in from New York the past few years.”

Suddenly, curiosity and, dare I say, interest sparks in my sister’s bright green eyes. “And why were you in New York if my brother was here, Wyn?” Ruby taunts, insinuating she doesn’t believe a goddamn word Wyn’s saying.

I catch a hint of worry in Wynter’s eyes at my sister's inquiry, and something makes me jump to her rescue. I stand abruptly, pushing Ruby back in her seat when I do. “How about a dance, Princess?” I blurt out, extending my hand out for Wynter to take.

What the fuck since when do I dance?

Wyn’s eyes go wide, as do Ruby’s, probably asking themselves the same thing. “I’d love to,” Wyn replies, taking my outstretched hand and standing to join me.

I curl my fingers around her small hand and she leads me onto the dance floor, her hips swaying to the beat of the music playing in the background the moment we walk. I dare look back at where Ruby sits glaring angrily at us and regret it when I find all eyes on us.

Scar and Jade are knowingly smirking in our direction while Ace is glaring daggers at me and Stella and Kai, well the love birds are oblivious to what’s happening around them, enjoying the slice of cake they’re cutting into.

It’s some romantic shit that’s been playing, following the first dance of the bride and groom. A few couples are dancing around us, swaying to the rhythm of James Arthur’sSay You Won’t Let Go. It takes so much restraint not to reach out and grab her hips, pulling her back into me as my hands travel around every one of her perfect curves.

I want to touch every inch of her skin, but I’m afraid if I do, I won’t be able to stop there. I’ll want her naked so I can use my tongue to trace over every inch of skin my fingers touch.

Wynter turns in my arms, leaning her body closer to mine, her chest pressing tightly against me. Steadying herself, she reaches up and wraps her arms around my neck. Staring up at me through heavy lids, her eyes gleam hazily with desire, her tongue trailing over her lips.

I’m tempted to lean in and take those luscious lips in mine, but before I can, her head falls against my shoulders while her arms tighten around me. My arms stiffen on her hips in response. I pull her body closer, feeling her warmth pressed against me, making my cock painfully hard.

A light moan leaves her lips and I know for a fact she felt my throbbing erection pressed against her pussy perfectly aligned with my dick in those fuck me heels she’s wearing.

“Damon,” she whimpers into the crook of my neck. The heat of her tequila scented breath warms my flesh.

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