Page 76 of Hale
The drive back to campus the next morning is awkward. Nick sits in the passenger seat nursing a hangover and keeps shooting glares my way. It’s pissing me off. I haven’t touched Rylie once during our car ride, no matter how difficult it is not to. Her thigh rubbing against mine is enough to make me lose nearly all focus.
“I need to go grab a change of clothes and then maybe we can go get breakfast,” she says cheerily, looking way too beautiful for seven in the morning. Her hair has air dried and is wilder than usual, but her brown eyes are bright and happy. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. And mine.
I park close to her car at the school and then climb out. She bounces off and I watch her as she leaves.
“You’re fucking your sister.”
I snap my head to meet Nick’s accusing glare from across the hood of the truck. “Excuse me?”
He rounds the front of the truck with fire gleaming in his eyes. “You’re fucking Rylie, you sick fuck.”
I stalk over to him and my chest bumps against his. “I’m not fucking my sister, dickhead.” I glower down at him. I’m slightly taller and definitely stronger.
“Don’t lie to me, Huds,” he snarls. “I walked in on you yesterday. The room smelled like your baby sister’s pussy.”
I shove him hard and he stumbles back. “Talk about my sister again,” I threaten. “I fucking dare you.”
He stomps back over to me. “You’ll go to prison for this shit. They’ll rape you in prison for being a sister fucker. They’ll—”
I shove him again, this time hard enough his ass hits the pavement.
“Hudson!” Rylie is now behind me and tugs at my arm. “Stop!”
Jerking my head to meet her gaze, I hiss at her. “He’s accusing me of fucking you!”
Fear flashes in her eyes and she shakes her head. “W-What? Don’t be gross, Nick. You’re misunderstanding. Hudson and I wouldn’t do that.”
Nick gets back to his feet. “I know what I saw. I know what I fucking heard. And I smelled sex!”
I start for him again, but Rylie pushes past me, putting herself between us.
“Nick,” she says softly. “You’re drunk still and tired. He’s my brother. We are not having sex.”
His fury melts away as confusion sets in. “But I—”
She clutches his shoulders. I want to pry her hands off him, but I let her handle this. My way of handling it would be smashing his skull in with my fists. “But nothing. I have a boyfriend named Travis. Hudson is on again and off again with Amy. He’s protective over me because our parents recently died. Please understand.”
He swallows. “Whatever. I’m going to bed.”
As soon as he’s gone, I point at the truck. “Wait here. I’m getting us a hotel room for the night but need to grab some clothes first.”
“Don’t antagonize him,” she says. “Just get in and get out.”
I give her a clipped nod and trot off after my once best friend.
Just get in and get out.
I wake to the sound of an air conditioner humming as it kicks on and it takes me a moment to realize I’m in a hotel room. Rylie’s naked body is draped over mine and she snores softly. I stroke her silky hair and wish for a million more moments like this one. Moments where we can freely be together without fear of prying eyes and accusations.
I’m still pissed over Nick.
He has no right to get into my business.
Rylie stirs and lets out a soft moan that speaks straight to my cock. After we left Nick, I booked a hotel room and we spent the rest of the afternoon eating takeout and having sex. My sweet girl is beyond tired and yet my body still craves her, even now. She rolls over onto her stomach, her body all sprawled out. I love what a wild sleeper she is. Sitting up on my elbow, I start pressing kisses along her spine. When I get to the little dip of skin at the base of her back right above the swell of her ass, she twitches.
She’s awake.
Good, I want to taste her.
