Page 10 of Snake

Her slap catches me off guard. Maybe that’s why it stings so goddamn much.

“I told you, I’m not going to the dance!”

She walks off while my ears are still ringing, and I barely get it together in time to lunge at her, grab her, and throw her up against the tree.

It’s a sturdy-as-fuck trunk, but a few leaves litter down, regardless. Nim gasps, pain and shock mingling on her face as she presses against the rough bark behind her.

“This doesn’t have to hurt, love,” I growl, letting the tape measure unfurl at my side like a whip. “If you play along...”

She chokes down her shock when I step closer, looking like she’s trying to crawl up the trunk without taking her eyes off me. “You’re psychotic!”

“Maybe, but what I’m not is psychic. So either I get your measurements, or you’re going to that dance naked as the day you were born. And don’t test me on this, love. You know we’ve done worse.”

With a scowl that makes my cock stiffen a little in my pants, Nim pushes away from the tree, dusts herself off, and holds out her arms like she’s auditioning for the fucking Titanic movie. And the fact that I even know that’s a scene on that cinematic dry-heave makes me take Nim’s measurements a little more roughly than I have to…even though it’s my sisters’ fault, not hers.

But later, when I’m back in my room and forced to take a cold shower to get rid of my hard-on?

That’s entirely Nim’s fault.

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