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We wake once during the night and reach for each other again. This time when we come together, she’s above me, straddling my hips, tossing her hair back like a goddess, giving me one of the most powerful orgasms I’ve ever experienced.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.
That night, I hold her close, my body spooning hers, wanting her near.
Almost like it knows I won’t get to hold her ever again.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
Wyatt
We’re eating a hearty breakfast of frosted flakes when Eleanor calls and asks if Hannah can pick up her opening shift since she’s sick in bed. As much as I want her to stay, I also know she cares about her friend and wants to make the extra money.
So when she grabs all her stuff, kisses me goodbye and heads out the door, promising me a repeat of last night when she comes back this evening, I don’t complain.
Too much.
I also don’t complain that I’m naked and about to turn on the shower when I hear a knock on the door.
Smiling, I wrap a towel around my waist and head out to the living room, wondering if something changed and she doesn’t have to work.
“You don’t have to… knock,” I say, my voice cutting off and my smile falling when I open the door and see Lucas standing there.
He barges past me into the house, going straight for the liquor on the caddy in the kitchen.
“I told you to stay away from her,” he spits, pouring himself a few fingers of his favorite whiskey. The guy really is becoming a bit of a lush. “And I come by this morning to talk to you about Ivy and I see her leaving?”
He takes a sip and glares at me.
“It’s not what you think,” I say, though as soon as the words are out of my mouth I realize they don’t sound right.
What Imeantto say is that it’s different than what he fears. Because I know he assumes I’m just screwing around with her, that I don’t really care.
But that couldn’t be further from the truth.
If anything, she’s becoming someone I care abouttoomuch.
“Oh really? So you’re going to tell me you’re not fucking my sister?”
I grit my jaw, hating the way he makes it sound. But I won’t lie to him. So I shake my head.
And he laughs, something bitter and angry. Then he tips back his whiskey and downs a third of it.
“I can’t believe you would use her like that.”
His words are angry, his finger pointing in my direction, and I can’t help myself when I say, “Oh, you have no idea the ways I’ve used her.”
It’s a nasty thing to say, and I regret it the minute I allow my baser instincts to control my mouth, but it does the intended job.
Lucas clenches his fists, rage overtaking his features, and I can tell we’re just a few well-placed barbs away from coming to blows. We’ve only fought one other time. Back in high school. And that was over something stupid. Teenage hormones.
This, though… I know he means well. That he doesn’t want me to mess up his sister’s already fragile heart, especially when considering why he brought her here in the first place.
But I can’t help how I feel about her. Can’t make myself stop this endless plummet into something deep and beautiful. That’s what loving her feels like.
I nearly choke when I think the words in my head, bring my hands up to rub at my face, the uncertainty and fear surging through me. I’ve never said that to anyone before, outside of my family. And even though itshouldscare the shit out of me, it doesn’t. If anything, it raises my spirits.
And I know I have to convince Lucas that he needs to let this drop. That his fears about me and Hannah are unfounded.
