Page 68 of The Rowdy Ones
I can’t believe we did those things.
Since I didn’t get to talk to Rowdy this morning, I have no idea how he’s feeling about it. Does he feel like I do? I’m equal parts ashamed and pleased. It’s a stupid combination I’m not proud of.
He’s my brother and I’m dating Weston. I should be disgusted with myself, especially for putting on my little show for him in my room.
Regret doesn’t rear its ugly head, though. My core throbs at the memory of touching myself knowing he was watching.
I’m hardly able to focus during any of the trainings today, and when it’s finally over, I all but run to Weston’s car parked out front. My eagerness to leave amuses him and he lets a chuckle loose as he shuts the car door behind me.
“I can tell someone missed me,” he says once he climbs into his seat and turns on the vehicle. “Come here, baby.”
His hand finds the back of my head and he draws me to his mouth. I part my lips and kiss his minty mouth. He tastes good, but the spark is barely a flicker.
Because you can’t stop thinking about Rowdy.
“You okay?” Weston asks, voice low. “Am I moving too fast?”
“No,” I rush out. “You’re great.”
It’s true. He’s a wonderful guy. I don’t deserve him.
“I was thinking we could go someplace quiet,” he murmurs. “Have some alone time.”
A sliver of fear cuts through me, but I quickly squash it. Weston isn’t Jace. Getting me alone is because he wants to do more than simple hand holding or kissing with tongue. This is normal. And maybe it’s just what I need to get my brother out of my head.
It’s the smart thing to do.
“I’d like that,” I tell him with a smile.
He drives, playing some songs I don’t recognize. My mind continues to circle back to last night. I got myself off in front of Rowdy. Who does that? I’m a disgusting girl.
Several minutes later, Weston pulls up somewhere and then puts the car in park. The heater blasts us, making me hate having my coat on. I unbuckle and slide it off my shoulders. Weston moves around in his seat and then I hear the mechanical sound of him adjusting it.
“Come here,” he rumbles, voice deep and filled with need. “I want you in my arms, Destiny.”
It’s so sweet, but I don’t immediately jump over to him. My skin prickles with sweat and the sensation of spiders crawling all over me makes me shudder. I’m hesitant because…
Why, Destiny?
Because you think it would upset Rowdy? Because you wish it were Rowdy instead?
I force down the nerves bubbling up inside me and clumsily climb over the console toward him. His hands find my waist, pulling me the rest of the way.
“You can straddle me if it’s more comfortable,” he murmurs, breath tickling my ear. “I’d like that if you’re into it.”
Dread washes over me. I’m uneasy, but I don’t want to upset him. Weston has been great to me. I can give him this.
Yourself?
I’m nauseous as I straddle him. His hands on my hips are gentle as he guides me to sit. He’s most definitely hard beneath me. The groan he makes is one filled with pleasure.
“God, you’re so fucking hot,” Weston praises, palms sliding to my ass. “I can’t get enough of you.”
I want to squirm in his hold, but I force myself to remain still. He grunts as he moves my body against his length. I cry out in surprise when his mouth latches onto my neck and he sucks. A jolt of pleasure shoots to my core, but it cools too quickly after. Now he’s sucking hard on my neck as though with purpose. It’s wet and weird, and the excitement is gone.
“Can I put my hand under your shirt?” he asks while tonguing my neck. “Please, baby. Fuck, I need to touch you.”
“Mhmm.”
