Page 15 of Game Changer

Real.

Alive.

Seen.

I haven’t had an orgasm in weeks, but something about yesterday has me on edge, and it wasn’t only the flight.

Suddenly, Clay looms over me, huge and hard and deliberate. His gaze lingers on me with a heat that burns through my skin.

He lifts me in his arms, pressing my back against the shower tile while he slides his massive length between my thighs.

He whispers how I’m a good sister, a good person, and when I tell him I’m actually bad, he says he likes me both ways.

I trail my fingertips over my slick skin until my body tightens and quivers.

Waves of pleasure radiate through me and leave me gasping in the aftershocks.

“It will be nice to see Brad at the wedding.”

Mari’s voice slices into my thoughts.

I stick my head under the spray and let it wash away the reminder of the secret filling the space between us.

After showering and drying my hair, I tug on jean shorts and a fresh white T-shirt that skims my body before heading downstairs.

I find Mari in the kitchen making coffee.

It’s barely six thirty, and she’s already polished in a pant suit and heels. My sister is five years older, but sometimes it feels like a lifetime.

“You ever think you’d have this after the trailer?” I tease, coming up behind her.

She turns and does a once-over of my outfit. “That’s why I busted my ass to get through school and work my way up at the agency. I wanted a place to call home. Somewhere with flowers planted in the ground that you could see year after year.”

“But we saw new flowers every year,” I point out.

She rolls her eyes. “It wasn’t only the flowers, Nova.”

We’ve seen a lot of the country thanks to our parents raising us on the road and homeschooling us. They said there was no point staying in one place, preferring to drift from one community to another. After they died, I always ran to Mari for help. She had her shit together from the time we were kids. No weaknesses or cracks.

“I can’t believe there’s still so much to do in less than a month,” she frets.

“Put me to work. That’s why I came early. I want to be useful. I can run errands.”

Yesterday, Harlan showed me the cavernous garage, complete with five shiny luxury vehicles. He offered me my choice of two, and I picked a sleek silver Volvo.

“That would be great. But it might be smart for you to check in with your office, too, while you’re here,” she says pointedly.

“Not necessary. I mean,” I go on at her expression, “I’ll give it a few days first. So they have time to miss me.”

I mostly want to forget about it and focus on my sister.

“Oh! You haven’t shown me your dress,” I say to distract her from serious things.

Mari pulls out her phone and shows me the photos of herself at the designer’s boutique. “It’s getting taken in as we speak. Now I just have to put nothing in my mouth for the next thirty days.”

The dress is sleek and sexy, chic lines and clinging lace. “I thought you were getting an A-line with a huge train.”

“Mermaid style is more sophisticated.”

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