Page 10 of Worth the Risk

What a week it’s been, I think as I hurry to my Land Rover SUV. I figured an all-terrain vehicle would be better for driving around here than my Porsche I left at home.

Once I’m inside, I pull out my phone and pull up my playlist for the drive home and see a message from my sister. She texted earlier to let me know she got in safely and was going to the lake. I open her new text.

Sophie:Hey Leo. Just a heads-up, I met some girls at the lake today. I invited them back to the house for a swim. They were nice to me, so hands off. They’re not like your female fans at home, so please don’t charm them because they will end up hating me after they’ve been with you.

I laugh. She must like them a lot if she’s warning me off. My sister makes friends anywhere she goes. People are drawn to her outgoing personality and sweet demeanor. She can bring home any girls she wants, but guys are a different story. I don’t think any man will ever be good enough for her in my eyes.

As I drive home, a call comes through from Nash. I push the button to accept his call.

“Hey, Nash. How is the family?” He left on Tuesday to visit his mom and sister in Philadelphia, about two hours away.

“Great. I decided to spend an extra night with them tonight. I’ll be leaving tomorrow morning. Should get back around noon.”

“Okay. Don’t forget that Sophie and Amber are here this weekend.”

“Yeah.” He pauses. “I remember.”

“It’s been a long week. I think I’ll just head home, grab a couple of beers, and call it a night. Oh, and don’t forget we’re heading to that club tomorrow night that Luke told us about.”

“Sounds good, bro. Looking forward to it. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Later, bro,” he replies and cuts the call.

Entering the house fifteen minutes later, I head straight for the kitchen. I need to get a beer, say hello to Sophie and Amber, and apparently hide in my room so she doesn’t get mad at me for talking to her company.

But I stop dead in my tracks when I step into the kitchen.

Reaching into the refrigerator for a bottle of water is the blonde-haired siren who kissed me last weekend.

I’m stunned.How is she in my house?

I answer my question when I recall Sophie’s text. She must be one of the girls Sophie met at the lake today. She’s in a bikini, so I’m being gifted with a perfect view of an ass I haven’t forgotten the firmness of since I had it in my hands.

When she takes a drink of the water, I think,can throats be sexy?Because I want nothing more than to lick it when she leans her head back and swallows.

Of all the girls for Sophie to meet, she meets her.

Well, I won’t be making Sophie any promises.

This girl will not be off-limits. Sophie can forget that.

I take her in from the top of her head to her feet. Her hair is wet from the pool, and she’s wearing a blue bikini that shows off her amazing toned body. Her feet are bare, and her toes are painted pink.

As if I’m being pulled to her, I sneak up behind her, bend to her ear, and whisper, “Hello again, Sunshine.”

Water flies everywhere when she whips around to face me, and her hand flies up to her chest.I thought her tits looked good the other night, but they’re even more spectacular in a bikini top.I’ve jerked off twice this week thinking about them. I’ll probably do a third round tonight after seeing them up close and personal.

Her surprised expression changes to recognition.

“So we meet again,” I say.

She stammers. “Wh-what? How? What are you doing here?”

“This is my kitchen, so I guess the better question is, what areyoudoing here?”

“I, um… I came here with Sophie.” She pauses and thinks for a moment. “Wait, you’re the brother?”

“If you’re asking if I’m Sophie’s brother, the answer is yes.”

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