Page 38 of Cry Little Sister
“What the hell is going on?” I say.
Jaxon shifts the gear into drive and peels out, right as the police show up.
Iblink and take in my new surroundings. I barely remember Dahlia calling me big brother to pull me out of the blackout rage I was put in when I saw Michael getting aggressive with her. I’m not fully out of it now, just enough to be aware.
I stride to my car, where Dahlia waits inside. My friends parked their motorcycles in their usual spots outside of the abandoned mansion. I count myself lucky that Dahlia didn’t follow me into the house. I don’t have the patience to explain why I have Kyle locked in a small room or why we brought Michael here.
She doesn’t need to know about the list of names and the people we’ve been torturing because of their mistreatment of her. My friends may not be in love with her like I am, but they still see her as their own and even hold grudges against these shitty people.
Dahlia meets my gaze as I stride to the passenger side, open the door, and yank her out. My cock hardens at the feel of hersupple flesh giving as I drag her beside me, heading toward the tree line.
“What are you doing, Jaxon?” she says as she stumbles.
“Did you already forget my warning?”
“I thought you were just saying that.” Dahlia misses a step, and I steady her. She keeps up with my long strides and pants to catch her breath. I glance at her, finding her face flush and eyes hooded.
Oh.
My lip curls into a smirk, and I let go of her as soon as we’re out of earshot in the woods.
“Oh, Dahlia,” I croon. I lean into her, brushing my knuckles along her cheek. “When will you learn that I mean what I say?”
Her eyelashes flutter, and she shifts her weight to one leg. She hesitates as she reaches for me, and like the good big brother I am, I meet her in the middle. I close the space between us and crush my lips to hers. She molds her body to mine and buries her hands in my hair. Our tongues tangle and I shudder at the taste of her. She’s sweet like mint from the toothpaste she used before we headed into town. My little sister is so desperate for me and meets my every harsh kiss with one of her own.
I don’t think she realizes how much power she holds over me. She’s the siren, and I’m the lost sailor. She tempts me, and I fall, drowning in her and hoping to be under her spell for eternity.
I nip Dahlia’s bottom lip and end the kiss. She leans in, not wanting it to end, but I have other things I want to do with her. Our breaths mingle, and we look into each other’s eyes with longing and deep-seated, carnal hunger.
It’ll only be a matter of time before something more comes out of this. I plan to make her mine in every way possible. October tenth can’t come fast enough.
“You’re going to run,” I murmur, and brush my lips against hers in a chaste kiss.
Dahlia chases more as I pull away and let go of her. I step backward, missing her touch with every foot of space I put between us. My erection presses painfully against my zipper and strains to be freed.
“Run?” She blinks out of the spell and glances around the shadowed woods. It’s overcast, which means less light, which creates the perfect ambience for primal chasing. I’ve been dying to see her run from me for a long, long time.
My lips curl into a wicked smile. “You’re going to run, and if I catch you, I’m punishing you.”
“I’m not wearing the right shoes for that.”
I shrug. “Not my problem.” I look her over, imagining all the bruises I’ll leave on her, especially on her ass. “You have sixty seconds. Sixty.”
“Jaxon!” Her eyes widen as she frantically shakes her head. “I’m serious! I can break my ankle with these.”
“Fifty-nine.”
“Just give me a second!”
“Fifty-eight.”
“These are hard to take off!”
“Fifty-seven.”
Dahlia takes off faster than I thought she would. She wasted all that time to bitch about her shoes when she could have been hiding by now.
“Fifty-four.” I cock my head, enjoying the sight of her ass bouncing with her frantic strides. “Fifty-three. Fifty-two.”
