Page 23 of More Than A Feeling

But I knew better. Fleur cared a whole hell of a lot about her family since she'd put up with them until recently despite them treating her like an outsider, an interloper.

I remembered how Brian had almost struck her that day—another time when I'd left her to take care of herself to attend to an undeserving member of her family. I should've punched Brian in the face for scaring his kid, for raising his hand, evenif he didn't strike her. It had looked like he would—and I shuddered at that thought.

"I'm sorry, Sabine."

Tears rolled down her cheeks, and that hurt me. What would Seamus think of me, making his woman cry like this?"

"But I'm in love with you, Call. Completely, totally in love with you."

"I remind you of Seamus," I tried to analyze.

She shook her head. "I grieved him. I always will miss him. But I love you. And that has nothing to do with your brother. Give me a chance, and I'll show you that you love me."

I braced myself because she had determination in her voice. She came to me, and her hands went to the buckle of my belt.

I put my hands on hers. "No, Sabine."

"Yes," she said militantly. "Yes. We will do this. You will fuck me, and that's that, Call. You always give me what I need. You do. You always have."

I pulled her hands up to my lips and kissed her knuckles in as avuncular a fashion as I could muster. "I'm not what you need."

"Yes." She pressed her lips against mine, kissing me, sticking her tongue inside my mouth. I tried to be gentle with her, but she climbed up, wrapping her legs around my waist, rubbing herself against my flaccid dick.

Seriously? Usually, when there was available pussy, my cock would respond, not this time. It might as well get a tattoo that saidProperty of Fleurbecause that's where we were at.

"Sabine, sweetheart, no."

She didn't relent, and finally, I used my superior strength to drop her on her bed.

She lay on the bed, lifted, resting on her elbows. Objectively, she was a beautiful woman. Absolutely stunning. Subjectively, I wanted to fuck her sister.

"You'll regret this, Call." Her jaw was tight, and she was shooting daggers at me.

"I will if we fuck, Sabine; and so will you."

"Is this because of Fleur?" she sneered.

I'd recently started seeing this side of Sabine, this jealous side. I'd never have thought it possible. With her beauty and brains, Sabine didn't have to feel envious of anyone—especially her sister, who couldn't match Sabine in looks or brains, no matter how much money she was making. Sabine was one of the preeminent lawyers in Louisiana and had recently won some big cases in front of the Fifth Circuit.

"You and I have got nothing to do with Fleur."Yeah, right!

"She suck your dick real good, Call?"

I was taken aback. I'd never heard Sabine speak this way. It was crude and ugly.

"Trust me, I've slept with some of her boyfriends, and they'd all tell you that once they have me, they don't go back to her."

I raised both my eyebrows. "What the fuck, Sabine? You've been sleeping with your sister's boyfriends?"

Sabine smiled, and it wasn't sweet. It was fucking scary.

"They always want me. No one wants her after they see me."

This waspish persona was revealing. I could see clearly now why Fleur had asked her family to go fuck themselves.

"I don't want you."

"Are you out of your mind?"

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