Page 13 of Catch Me

Nick sits up straighter, the air of confidence exuding from him as always. “Hit me with it Crawford, I'm ready.” He cracks his knuckles and my stomach flips for him, the poor fucker is going to get eaten alive in one way or another.

Molly’s evil smirk spreads across her face, but she quickly covers it with an innocent, angelic one. “Ok Nicky, truth or dare?”

Say truth, please say truth, don’t fall into her tra—

“Dare.”

Oh for fucks sake.

Molly gleams back at him before placing an index finger to her chin, eyes wandering like she’s thinking up a dare. She isn’t though, she’s had this entire thing planned since the moment she clapped her hands together and got the whole room’s attention.

“I dare you…” she smiles and it’s sickly sweet. “To kiss the girl you find the most attractive.”

Oh, sweet Jesus.

I don’t want to look at Nick, but I can’t look away no matter how hard I try to blink, my throat is dry, tight and uncomfortable.

Nick clears his throat and glances around the circle. “Erm…”

“Problem?” Molly asks in that sugary voice again.

Nick quickly shakes his head. “No, no, of course not. I’m just erm…looking.” His eyes fall onto me as soon as the word leaves his lips and I squirm under his questioning gaze. What the fuck is he thinking looking at me like that in front of—

“Hey!” Sean’s deep voice booms through the living room, dominating the air. “Don’t even fucking think about it.”

Nick’s face cracks into a shit eating grin, like it always does when he’s pissed someone off, it’s like he lives for it. But when the smile fades, he looks back at me for a split second and I can feel the uncertainty burning into my chest. He doesn’t know what todo, he doesn’t want to kiss someone else but he knows he can’t kiss me. Maybe those words that fell off his tongue so easily the other day really were true. Maybe he really does like me and this isn’t a game. Maybe Molly was right and I should trust him, believe what he says.

Suddenly Nick stands, a palm planted flat against his ridged stomach. “I feel a bit sick, I better just,” he points towards the downstairs bathroom and then steps across Jamie Macdonald to escape the circle of torture that we’ve seamlessly created.

Nick doesn’t rejoin the party for the rest of the night and I can’t focus on getting drunk when all I can do is constantly check every corner of the room for him. When the clock reaches midnight I finally give up, fuck knows where he’s gone but he’s obviously not coming back downstairs tonight. I saw him creep up there after his fake vomiting session in the downstairs bathroom during the most awkward game of truth or dare in the history of Redwood University. I need to go home soon anyway, I have training at 8am tomorrow and I can’t be fucked to face an extra cranky Ellen when I show up late and very obviously hungover. That would only give her another reason to punish me for existing.

I tip the final remnants of my drink down the plughole, watching the pink liquid swirl around the chrome kitchen sink until it disappears with a glug. I dump my glass on the side, vowing to clear up any mess I made tomorrow morning. Kyle is staying at the dorm with Molly tonight so they said I can have his room. Sean had planned to drive back to Callie’s dad’s house tonight to be with her, but apparently she went to bed early and told him not to come back and wake her and Lily. So I was told his bed was no longer available, but luckily Molly and Kyle are more generous than my own big brother and they said I can stayin there tonight. I hate going back to the dorm when I’ve been drinking and will only go when either Sean or Molly drag me there by my hair. I much prefer to just crash wherever I find myself.

I click-clack up the stairs, my ankles achey and sweaty from the hot, thick air in this house. I abandon them half way up and drop them into a pile when I reach the top, padding barefoot towards the bathroom. My bladder is pulsating with alcohol, begging me to empty it before it empties itself onto the hallway carpet. I push at the white wooden door but it's locked. Fuck, I don’t think I can hold it long enough to go back downstairs. I look at Sean's bedroom door, it’s closed so he’s obviously in there. I would go in and use his bathroom but I know from prior traumatic experience that he likes to sleep naked…urgh. Nick’s bedroom door is right next to the bathroom and it’s ajar, I peak through the gap in the wood and don’t see him in there. The bed is perfectly made and the open window creates a wafting of icy air that circulates and blows his bedroom door open wider, allowing me an entire view of the room. It’s definitely empty and the bathroom door is open too. It’s calling out to me, convincing me to just sneak in and use the toilet quickly before I burst a water pipe onto the floor.

I dip inside, scanning the room again just to make sure Nick isn’t in there before sprinting into the ensuite and letting my body relax with the relief of a drunken piss. I stand up, breathing out properly for the first time in half an hour and wiggling the black satin back down over my ass. I wash my hands and try not to snoop at Nick’s bathroom, the entire place smells of him. He has that woodsy, spicy aftershave smell going on, like a forest that’s been sprinkled with paprika on a hot summer’s afternoon.

When I push open the bathroom door, a large frame blocks the exit to Nick’s bedroom. My gaze slowly trails up from his feet, uphis thick thighs and over the ridges of his perfectly taut stomach before I come to rest on his bright chocolate eyes.

I gulp hard. He’s standing right in front of me with a look in his eye that instantly sends a wave of anticipation through my bloodstream. He’s practically naked too, aside from a pair of much too tight boxers that display his cock like a beacon.

Oh fuck, this isn’t going to end well.

CHAPTER 8

NICK

She’s in my room, my fucking room and my cock is throbbing in my boxers. Which isn’t the most convenient thing as I'm wearing nothingbutboxers and they’re already tight enough as it is without the semi that’s trying to poke through.

She shuffles uncomfortably, staring at the ground. “Sorry, the other bathrooms were being used and I was really desperate.”

Her voice is honeysuckle in my ears, a soft sweetness that makes my heart race with desire. The bulge in my underwear forces my pulse to speed up too, the blood rushing south and my head is suddenly swimming with what ifs. What if I just forget about the fact she’s Sean's sister, just for tonight?

For half a second I allow my aching desperation for her to rule me and I stride forwards.

“I don’t care,” I pant, taking her waist roughly in both hands and smashing my lips onto her’s.

She pulls in a jagged breath, taken by surprise, but she doesn’t pull away. Actually she sinks her pale pink manicured nails into my back muscles as they tense, lifting her up to circle her thighs around my middle. Her pussy is radiating heat against my skin, her soft bowed lips tangled with mine, making me buzz like a live wire.

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