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Chapter Five

The next morning, I woke up feeling refreshed.

I think it was remembering I had my family together again even though we’re under two separate roofs. The mighty Winstead’s could rule the world if we wanted to, but one had lost four years of his life due to a petty mistake, I took off shortly after, and Mom and Dad cared too much about their image to worry about anything else.

“Good morning.”

I jumped at the sound of the groggy voice, then turned slightly to glance over my shoulder. Rogan’s eyes were still closed, his hair was messier than ever, but he looked a little happy and content.

“What are you doing in my bed?” I ask with a giggle.

He cracked an eye open and smiled at me. “You know how long it’s been since I’ve been in bed with a woman?”

I blushed.

I never did see myself as a woman—not until he just said so.

“Keep that to yourself,” I chided with a smile. “And get out so I can get decent.”

“No.”

Rogan pulled me closer to him and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Go back to sleep, Hunter. This is nice, don’t you think?”

My body trembled a little at the feeling of his warm breath on the side of my neck, but I did my best to hold it together.

“It’d be nicer if I could get dressed.”

“Stop being such a priss and close your eyes.”

I sighed as I reached down and tried to pry his hand away, but he didn’t budge. Not even a little inch. There was something else that was bothering me a little about this entire thing; I could feel his hard dick pressed against me and I wasn’t sure how to tell him to back away.

“Can you imagine how pissed off Charles and Greta would be?” he asked. It’s almost like he read my mind, like he knew I was struggling with the feeling that was going through me all because of my silence. Rogan always knew my thoughts though; and even though we never were best friends, sometimes a rival knows you better than anyone else.

“Rogan?”

“Yeah?”

“When was the last time?”

Silence. A thoughtful sigh, then the feeling of his hand running up and down my belly through the fabric of my tank top.

“The last time? Don’t know, Hunter. I can’t remember if I’m being honest.”

I bit my lip nervously.

Part of the reason we always hated each other so damn much was because we were equally fighting our feelings. In a weird, fucked up way, my brother was more than just blood. He was everything I never knew I wanted until the first time he kissed me. It was right before he got arrested and I think the feeling of confusion is what set him out to commit the damn crime that took him away from me for so long.

“When wasyourlast time?” he asks, moving his fingertips beneath my shirt.

“Never,” I say in a hushed voice.

And it’s the truth. No one ever made me feel the way Rogan did. It was like Heaven and Hell collided each time we were alone together. We didn’t always spend that time kissing, and when we were fighting, he made me feel like the prettiest girl in the world.

“Do you want to?”

The way he brushed his lips against my bare neck, the way his breath continued to pulse against my skin … how could I tell him no?

Chapter Six

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