Page 4 of Forbidden Cravings

MASON

Casey was nothing like I remembered her. Stunning was the word that came to mind, and that didn’t seem strong enough for the reaction she evoked in me. Those hazel eyes were mesmerizing, and I found myself lost the moment I gazed into them. The sexy woman standing next to Tyson couldn’t have been the same awkward Casey I remembered from years ago. That middle-school version of her had been unsure of her changing body, unconfident, and awkward. Tyson and I had threatened each of the bullies who had tormented her before she’d moved away with her mother.

But the woman in front of me was confident and stunning. From the auburn curls that framed her round face to the thick lashes that layered her hazel eyes to the curves that lay below her jacket. I could barely breathe before I reminded myself that she was my best friend’s sister and he would kill anyone who so much as touched her, even me. My overprotectiveness for Riley was nothing compared to Tyson’s with Casey. But that hadn’t helped my body’s response to her appearance.

My eyes followed her as she walked away, her curvy ass swishing with each step. All kinds of dirty visions filled my mind, and I wiped my eyes, grabbing my glass and pouring myselfanother shot of scotch before downing it. Those thoughts would get me in trouble. Tyson came first and no matter how hard hugging his sister had made me, there was no way I was finding satisfaction there. She was only here a few days and then she’d be back in Armina. Tyson had talked her into coming to help Riley, hoping she could bring my sister out of the shell she had closed herself off in.

After a few minutes, Tyson returned.

“Casey’s washing up.” He yawned, and I raised my brow. Tyson was like me, a night owl, and it was rare to see him tired. “I didn’t sleep much last night.”

“No? Why not? I was doing all the work. You were babysitting Riley.”

“I may have had some company.”

“Fuck, Ty. You were supposed to be watching Riley, not wetting your dick. Who did you bring to the house this time?”

Tyson was a playboy. I wasn’t innocent and enjoyed the occasional night of debauchery, but he had a bad habit of it.

“China.”

“The brunette with the big tits?”

“Damn nice tits, and yes.”

“I thought she was too kinky for you?” I joked because I knew Tyson well enough to know he was into things even I wouldn’t touch.

“Eh, I was in a mood.” He rolled his neck. “She was worth the distraction and Riley was fine. It’s not like she even leaves her room.”

“Did you leave the house?” I crossed my arms, feeling the anger build. I’d left him with her to keep an eye on her, not to spend the night at the club.

“No, I texted China and had Leo pick her up.”

“You’re messed up. Don’t pull that shit when I put you on duty. If the guys can’t do that shit, neither can you.”

“Do what?” Casey asked, coming into view.

The air stuck in my chest again. The jeans she wore were snug, highlighting her hips and the shapely legs below them. She wore a short-sleeved shirt that came halfway down her stomach, her tan skin soft and begging to be licked. She’d grown into the breasts that had made her so uncomfortable when she was younger. They were perfect now, full and pert, amply overflowing the black lace bra I could see under her shirt.

“What the fuck, Case?” Tyson yelled. “Is that what you go out in at home? You can see right through that shirt. I’m gonna need to return with you so I can kick every guy’s ass that comes within view of you, aren’t I?”

“Shut up, Ty.”

I wanted to tell him to shut up because she looked hot, but I kept my mouth closed. He was even more protective of Casey than I was of Riley, even if he argued he wasn’t because he’d let her into our world early on and I’d kept Riley sheltered. I swallowed, trying to calm the reaction my body was having to her.

“Don’t tell me to shut up, Casey!” He stood over her, threatening and overbearing. I had the urge to push him away, to defend her, but I kept out of it. To her credit, she didn’t blink. Instead, she stood taller, which still wasn’t very high. She was tiny compared to Tyson’s six four and my six three. Either of us towered over her. Exactly the way I liked my women, small but full of fire, and I could see from the look in her eyes she had fire.

“Fuck off, Ty. I’m twenty-eight years old. I’m not some little kid you can boss around. We go through this every time you see me.”

“And every time I see you, I make you cover your ass up. What happened to the clothes I bought you last time?”

She laughed, a sound that reverberated against my skin. “You mean those matronly things I gave to charity?”

The vein on his forehead popped.

“Calm down, Ty. She’s right. She’s old enough to dress herself. And if I remember correctly, what China wore the last time she was going down on you makes Casey look like she’s in a nunnery.”

Tyson threw me a look.

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