Page 21 of The Rowdy Ones
I sit up on my elbow, squinting in the gray morning light peeking through the cracks of the shades. Messy blond hair. Small, short frame. It’s Lila, right?
Her head turns and the first thing I notice are her thick lashes. Real lashes. Cloudy blue eyes, like frozen glacier water, peer in my direction, unfocused and not looking right at me.
What the fuck?
No.
“Destiny?”
She blinks and frowns at me. “I think you thought I was someone else in your sleep.”
I recoil as realization hits me. I’ve been rutting against my fucking sister all night. Why? How? I don’t understand why she’s in my bed half naked right now.
Slowly, she tugs at her panties, and I’m perversely drawn to her small hand. I get a flash of golden hair on her pussy before the material covers it. My cock jumps in appreciation.
Oh, fuck, no.
Thank God she can’t see me.
I grab hold of my dick and press against it, willing it to go flaccid. But my mind and body are too confused because it won’t give me a break, especially with so much of Destiny’s bare skin on display while in my bed.
“How did you get here?” I demand, voice rough and accusing. And yes, I’m now rubbing my cock through my boxers because I’m fucking sick in the head.
“Wild brought me here. He said you were sick. Because of…” She frowns, her pouty lips doing nothing to calm my stupid cock.
Stop touching your dick, man.
“Because of what?” I ask, voice shaking. “Tell me.”
“Because of Evan.”
And then, like a barrage of bricks tumbling onto my already throbbing head, all the memories land on me at once.
Lila and Maxton.
Then Wild yelling.
A punch.
Evan and his boyfriend.
He’s sober now.
Me barfing in the elevator.
A blur on the ride home and then Destiny in my bed, comforting me.
Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.
“You have to leave,” I rasp out. “I, fuck, I…”
She sits up on her knees, eyebrows pinched together. “It’s fine. You were asleep. You didn’t know.”
What the fuck did I do?
“Did we have sex?”
Her lips part and her face burns bright crimson. “W-what? No! You’re my brother.”
