Page 40 of Plight
She opened her mouth just slightly, and I was so fucking tempted to glide my thumb in and out of it, to have her lips wrapped around me. Just the thought hardened my cock, so I pressed my lips to hers, softly, the tip of my tongue unrushed as it enticed her mouth open wider.
The sweetest of sighs escaped her, and she draped her arms over my shoulders, her fingers threading through my hair. Her touch was heaven, her taste bliss, and when we were together, it was paradise, a place and time I never wanted to leave. She was it for me; she always had been.
The sound of a clearing throat pulled me from my nirvana. I looked up, annoyed, to find Laura standing roughly three feet away, her fingers impatiently tapping her arms. “If you’re going to actually pee, you might want to do it now. The presentation is about to start.”
Danielle stepped out of my embrace. “Yes. Good point. Your brother is always stealing kisses,” she said, playfully, and whacked me on the arse as she headed toward the toilet.
It took me by surprise, but I liked it. “And my gorgeous fiancée is always stealing the chance to touch my arse,” I called out.
She turned and walked backward a couple of steps, pushing the door open with her butt, a cheeky grin lifting the corners of her mouth. “And what a nice arse it is.”
Yep. I fucking loved this fake-engagement game.
“I don’t know what you two are playing at, but if Mum finds out you’re pulling our legs, she’ll be devastated, and then I’ll really be mad.”
I snapped my head toward my sister, my huge smile morphing into a death-stare. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”
“Don’t I? So you expect me to believe you’re engaged to your childhood best friend when you haven’t even been dating?”
“Who says we haven’t been dating?”
“Me.”
“Back off. I deal with Magistrates every day. I don’t need you acting like one where my love life is concerned.”
“Don’t tell me to back off, because I won’t. I don’t want our mother getting hurt, and I certainly don’t want you getting hurt.” She touched my arm. “El, have you forgotten that I was the one who witnessed what losing Danielle did to you, and that I knew you were in love with her and always would be?”
I shrugged off her grip. “So what’s your problem? Why aren’t you happy for us?”
“Because I don’t believe this is genuine,” she said, waving her hand between me and the toilet door Danielle had disappeared behind. “At least not from her side.”
I sighed. My sister meant well, but she also meant to stick her nose where it wasn’t wanted or needed. “Look, thanks for your concern, but it’s not warranted. Danielle and I are happily navigating our new relationship. Our relationship. Meaning her and I. Not you, or Mum. So please, keep out of it.”
The toilet door swung open and Danielle breezed through like a warm, spring morning, her dress flowing with her confident steps, her eyes sparkling just as bright as the sporadic crystals dotting the lace.
“Ready to head back?” she asked, once again linking her arm with mine.
“Sure am.” I offered my other arm to my sister, but she just huffed and rolled her eyes before turning on her heel and heading back to the table.
“Everything okay?” Danielle whispered into my ear as we followed behind.
“Yeah. Just Laura being Laura.”
“She hasn’t changed much at all.”
“Nope.”
“Poor you.”
I laughed. “Yeah. It’s like what I always told you when you were sad about being an only child.”
“Siblings are overrated. Just ask a killer whale,” she said before giving me the chance to say it.
I laughed again. “You remember?”
“Of course. Mind you, I always thought you meant that the whales killed their siblings and that’s why they didn’t have any.”
“No. They have siblings. They just fuck off when they are born.”
