Page 19 of King of Hearts

I ached to unzip my jeans, fist my dick, and play along with her, whatever this game was where we told each other to touch ourselves, but this was something we shouldn’t have been doing.

“Do you want a taste?” she whispered, returning her hand down to her wet entrance.

My chest inflated with desire as I watched her eyes close once more, waiting for me to decide. One problem with this scenario—and there were many—was whether or not Taylor was hoping to call my bluff. She could easily seduce me to the point of obsession, only to walk away, leaving me with blue balls and a healthy dose of embarrassment.

Instead, I decided to take the choice from her entirely.

“Taylor.” I breathed against her neck, her eyes dilated while her fingers worked in and out of her center. “Get in the bath.” I took a step back, sneering down at her. “You’re filthy.”

Then I turned on my heel, ignoring the pull in my chest and the ache in my dick.

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I wokeup the next morning feeling hungover. It was ridiculous, really; I hadn’t had a sip of alcohol, but the fact that I’d jerked off in the shower to images of Taylor standing there, lowering to her knees, and going down on me had burned so hot inside me that I was hard again the second I crawled into bed.

I dreamed of Taylor sneaking into my bedroom and waking me up with her lips, her blue eyes watching me in the dark while her fingers roamed over my body. I had a wet dream like I was in middle school again, and just like then, I wanted to burn my sheets so no one would ever know.

“Good morning,” Taylor said cheerily, walking into the kitchen dressed and ready for the day—a small mercy, as was the fact that she wasn’t acting mopey about the previous night’s interaction. She had every reason to be pissed at me. What I’d done was fucking shitty, but like always…she bounced right back.

“Morning,” I muttered in response.

She seemed much more chipper than I did. Had she slipped that hand back in between her thighs once she crawled into the tub? Had she thought of me or imagined someone else? Fuck this wasn’t good. I didn’t want her to think of me, and we needed to stop seeing each other naked and standing in close proximity to each other while aroused.

“I wanted to thank you for allowing me to crash here last night. It meant a lot…but I have some other plans on where I can stay for the time being.”

I sipped my coffee, watching as the sun invaded the kitchen from the skylights. The living room was bathed in it too.

“You have a new address already?” I thought I had made myself pretty clear.

She faltered, tucking silky-white hair behind her ear. “Well, not exactly…but I have some ideas.”

“Then you’re staying here.” I moved past her.

“Juan, seriously…drop the act. What the fuck is your issue with me? I didn’t ask for you to be all big brother with me, or to take care of me since Mallory isn’t here. No offense, but I’d rather be homeless than deal with your surly remarks every day.”

Shit.

I watched the floor, waiting for some kind of idea to pop into my head. If I was nice to her, I’d be truly fucked because I wouldn’t be able to resist her, and I knew my heart would never survive her again.

“Okay…” I gripped the counter. “Fine.”

Her posture shifted, like this announcement surprised her.

“Why do you care where I go?”

Because for whatever fucked-up reason, my blood boils at the idea of you being hurt or not having somewhere safe to stay.

I shrugged. “You’re my best friend’s little sister…I care.”

Her lips twisted to the side as if she was considering what I’d said.

I sipped my coffee and toyed with my phone, swiping my thumb across the screen. Angela had tagged me in a post on Instagram again. It was the third time since the wedding, and the pictures she kept using were old, back from our very short time together two years prior. Inviting her as my plus-one had been a mistake, but at the time I was being reckless, and I didn’t want to face Taylor without a buffer.

“Okay, then I’ll stay. But you have to promise to tell me if I begin to cramp your style, and if you have an expectation of when you want me to be gone by.”

I nodded. “Done.”

“Do you have any rules for me?” She tied her hair up into a bun on her head. I swallowed thickly as I realized how difficult and likely stupid this whole idea was.

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