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“Probably on my break,” he says with a heavy sigh.
“Did you see Jada anymore?”
“I’ve seen her, but we haven’t messed around.”
“Did you kiss her?
He swallows audibly. “Yeah, once before. But what was so bad was I let her blow me.”
I close my eyes as I envision some beautiful woman on her knees in front of Hudson. Did he fist her hair? Did she swallow his cum? “You didn’t have sex with her?”
“No,” he growls.
I rub my clit faster and faster, growing dizzy by how good it feels and how it’s heightened by being on the phone with him.
“Rylie.” His voice is sharp and commanding. It sends me over the edge. I bite on my bottom lip to keep from crying out. My breathing is heavy, but I get it to calm down before I answer him.
“Y-Yes?”
“Go to sleep, heathen.”
I’m happy.
Really happy.
The sensation is a foreign one, but I clutch onto it desperately.
Hudson will be here soon. I’ve missed him like crazy. As soon as I hear his car door slam out front, I take off out the door. I run straight for him and throw myself into his arms. He chuckles when I nearly knock him over. My legs are latched at his waist and my arms around his neck.
God, he smells so good.
“I missed you,” I murmur against his neck.
“Hey, Rylie,” Amy says from nearby.
Embarrassed to have an audience, I slide down his body to my feet. When I glance over at her, she’s smiling at me with the fakest smile ever.
“I didn’t expect to see you here,” I bite out as I pull away from my brother.
“Don’t be a brat,” Hudson teases and playfully tugs at a strand of my hair. “Amy and I picked up food and some Redbox movies. Thought we could get the week started. I did promise you movies.” He grins at me. Wide and adorable and boyish.
I don’t have the heart to tell him I don’t want to do anything with her.
I thought it would just be us.
“Okay,” I say, forcing a smile.
He frowns at me but doesn’t press. We go inside and I try to ignore Aunt Becky and Uncle Randy while they fuss over how wonderful and beautiful Amy is and how much they’ve missed seeing her. I grab the movies and head downstairs. Tears threaten, but I keep them at bay. I’m stupid. Delusional even. Did I really think I could spend an entire week flirting with my brother?
Sick. Sick. Sick. Sick.
What’s wrong with me?
“Rylie…”
His voice startles me and I jump. I can’t even look at him. What if he sees the sickness inside me? Will he be disgusted?
“Rylie,” he says again, this time closer.
