Page 75 of Deviant

“Fine. Keep your secrets. See if I care.” I chuckle.

“Oh, don’t play coy, big brother. I’m sure it’s eating you up inside, not knowing.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” I take a drag just as I hear a familiar engine nearby. “Better hide your little black book, though.”

“Why?”

“Cause here comes your girlfriend,” I tease when Rowen’s station wagon pulls up in our driveway.

“Shut up. She’s not my girlfriend. She’s Aidan’s, remember?”

“Someone should tell her that then. The girl only ever comes over when you’re here. Aidan has to fucking beg her to come. And from what our thin walls suggest, he begs her to come a lot…and without success.” I laugh.

“Ew. Please don’t tell me that you hear them fucking?” Nora scrunches up her nose in distaste.

“Believe me, I try not to. But our asshole of a brother is a talker and moaner.”

“I think I just threw up a little.”

“Yeah, yeah. You hit that yet or not?” I ask as Rowen parks her car, taking a minute to look at herself in the rearview mirror to fix her hair.

“No. Of course not.”

“But you want to, don’t you?” I goad, knowing my baby sister has been jonesing to get all up in Rowen’s business.

Hey, even I wouldn’t mind a taste. Ever since she turned eighteen and finally lost her cherry, she’s been looking like a treat—one I wouldn’t mind taking a bite of.

Poor girl is wasted on my brother.

Fucker wouldn’t know what to do with a girl like that if he was given a manual.

I, on the other hand, would know exactly what to do with Rowen.

I wouldn’t have to beg her to come.

She’d come on demand.

“Doesn’t matter what I want,” Nora says, pulling me out of my wicked fantasies. “She’s not gay.”

“Thought you told me most girls were fluid.”

“No,” Nora rolls her eyes. “What I said is that not everyone’s tastes are that black and white. I bet even you could be tempted to dip your toe in more manly waters in the right setting and with the right person.” She wiggles her brows at me suggestively.

“Not saying that you’re wrong. Who knows? Maybe my prince charming is out there waiting for me, and I don’t even know it.”

“And now you’re patronizing me,” Nora grumbles.

“No, what I’m saying is that I highly doubt that dick tastes as sweet as pussy does, and you know how much of a sweet tooth I have.” I wink.

“You really do have a way with words, big brother.”

“I think so.” I shrug with a cocky smile.

She shakes her head in laughter just as we both hear Rowen slam the car door behind her and skip toward us.

In a little flowery summer dress, no less.

The girl reminds me of a Lana del Rey song—a melancholy soundtrack playing in the back while a bombshell sings her soul out, knowing that each word that falls from her lips will have men on their knees in utter worship.

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