Page 110 of Broken Dreams
I’m already out of the bed, throwing my shorts on. “Don’t touch your clit.”
“But it’s aching.”
“I want it throbbing when I get there,” I say, searching for my damn keys. “I want it pulsing knowing I’m coming to make it feel better.”
“What can I do? Can I finger myself as I imagine it’s you?”
Fuck the keys. I’ll run.
I’m down the stairs in the fastest I think I’ve ever done and out the back door. It’s fucking freezing, but I give zero fucks. I start to jog to her house, wishing so desperately I was there already.
“I’ll be there in five minutes and, dove, you’re not getting any sleep tonight.” I hang up and run, eternally grateful I live with my sister.
* * *
I’m slipping back in through the back door, trying to keep quiet after spending thirty minutes trying to find the key my sister hid because my asshole-self left without my keys, which meant I couldn’t get back in the house after leaving a very sated and sleeping Addison in her bed.
The light flips on as soon as I close the door, my sister sitting at the table, coffee in hand, leaning back like my mother would’ve done if I were seventeen.
“Late night?” she asks with a smirk.
“I went for a run.”
“Did you?” Brynn pushes. “A run to where?”
“Does a run have a place when you end up at home?”
Brynn quirks a brow. “What time did you leave for said run?”
“Early.”
She nods. “I see. And did you stop, maybe get some water, or engage in another type of workout?”
I let out a heavy breath. Not a chance in hell am I telling her any of this. “Let’s remember you’re my baby sister and not my mother.”
She grins. “I am that, but I also love you and it’s my job to make sure my asshat brothers don’t fuck things up.”
“When did you earn that responsibility?”
Brynlee shrugs. “The day I was born.”
“Missed that memo.”
She pushes a coffee mug to me and while I’d love to tell her to eat shit and walk upstairs, she has also been a huge help and it’s pretty much impossible for me to hurt her feelings and not hate myself later.
Pity I have that trait.
“Thanks.” I take the coffee, knowing I’m going to need many cups if I have to get through today, and make a note to cancel any flying for the day. No way should I be operating a plane when I’m this exhausted.
Brynlee sits quietly while I take a few sips. God knows it’s not going to last long so I soak it up and think of some good comebacks when the interrogation begins.
“Grady?”
“Yes, my beautiful, annoying, and intrusive sister, Brynn?”
“I hate brothers.” She sighs and then her tone turns serious and concerned. “Are you okay?”
Okay, not what I thought was going to be her strategy. “Why wouldn’t I be?”
