Page 46 of Little Liar
“I’m hungry,” she says. “It’s basically the evening, and we’ve been in bed all day.”
For good fucking reason, I want to tell her, but I’m frozen in place, watching her look through the menu and order us both a water with ice. I’m uncomfortable—there are too many people here, and I’m certain some of them are looking at us.
We don’t look like siblings, but we don’t look like a couple either. She’s a pretty little cheerleader, and I’m the furthest thing from the jock all the other cheerleaders are supposed to date. But I care more about how she feels with these people staring.
She’s talking to me about food. Her lips are moving, but I’m taking none of her words in. They’re so soft, shaping around each syllable, each time she licks them and lifts her eyes to me. I stare at her, focusing back on her mouth.
Her shoe hits my boot, and then she’s rubbing her foot up my ankle, my knee, gasping when I capture it under the table.
When I let it go, her lips part, and she stares at me for way too long.
Run, I sign.
She frowns. “What?”
Unless you want me to fuck you on this table in front of the entire restaurant, then you better run.
She gulps, glancing around. “We aren’t on that lesson yet.”
I fist my hands on the table, my gaze burning into her, and sign,Run, Olivia. I want to chase you. I want to catch you. I want to fuck you until you scream so loud, you lose your voice just like I have.
She knows I will. A twisted part of her knows that I’m not joking. Everyone can either leave or watch me lose my virginity to my little sister while I bend her over this fucking table. Screw the consequences. She told me she wanted to be chased and fucked. That’s exactly what I’m going to do to her.
My eyes darken on her, at the way she’s still sitting in her seat.
As soon as I stand, she jumps up, grabs her purse, and runs straight to the exit. I leave a few notes for wasting their time and follow after her.
I spot her hair swishing in the wind as she vanishes into the woods next to the parking lot—she’s running like I’m going to kill her.
I set off after her. The onlookers getting out of their cars watch me push into the woods and hunt for my little sister—who’s seconds from being owned by every part of me.
Cracking branches beneath my boots, I follow the sounds of her heavy breaths and footfalls. It’s growing darker the further we get into the woodland, damper, the birds chirping overhead as they burrow into the canopy of trees.
I stop and listen. She’s not running anymore. My heart is pounding in my ears, adrenaline lacing my veins with determination to find her.
“You’re not very good at this, are you?”
Gritting my teeth, I move towards her voice, in the direction I can hear her footfalls again. She’s fast. Usually, when we go running, I like to think I could get way ahead of her, sometimes making her sprint, but right now, she’s like a damn rocket.
She giggles, stopping again, and I go slowly, branches still snapping under my weight. Olivia is behind a tree trunk, thick enough to conceal her, but close enough that I can hear her gasping for breath. Fitness is never an issue for her, so I’d like to think she’s panting from anticipation of what will happen when I catch her.
Just before I can grab her, she spins around from behind the tree and jumps into my arms, hands in my hair as she drags my mouth to hers. I stagger backwards until my back hits another tree, steadying my balance, then snake one arm around the small of her back and grab her thigh with the other to hike her up more.
Her tongue delves into my mouth, and she’s humming, smiling, tightening her thighs at my waist. Then she shoves at my chest until I drop her.
“Close your eyes,” she tells me, and I do.
I furrow my brow at the sound of her running again, huffing as I open my eyes to see her vanishing into the distance once more.
I inwardly curse and shoot after her. She looks over her shoulder and lets out a shriek when I grab her by the hair and throw her on the ground.
I want to make sure she’s okay, but the grin on her face and the way she’s trying to scurry back tells me she’s fine and enjoying this way more than any normal person would. I walk up to her, fisting her hair to tip her head back.
Smiling, she digs her nails into my wrist, which only makes my dick hard and my body lower onto hers until she’s pinned into the dirt by my hips.
Grabbing her throat, I force her down and straighten my arm beside her head. The last time I saw this fear in her eyes was when Spikey dropped on the floor and she launched into my bed to escape him. She’s scared, but her pupils are blown.
My cock is as solid as a rock, prodding right between her legs. And she opens them so I slot between her thighs perfectly.
