Page 28 of The Girl I Once Loved

“Stepbrother,” I’m quick to correct, her lips immediately frowning at the rectification.

“I really couldn’t care less how you’d like to be referred to. All I care about is Daisy,” she explains sternly, pinning me with just one look.

When I don’t add anything to the conversation, she stands up and squares her shoulders, looking like she’s done with her warning.

“Don’t get in my way and everything will go smoothly. I hope I made myself clear.”

She then struts in my direction, towards the door beside me, thinking this discussion is over.

But it’s far from being over.

The instant she’s within arm’s reach, I pull her by the waist and slam her body against mine. And when I hear that unmistakable catch to her throat, my cock springs to life.

There you are.

“What do you think you’re doing?” she asks, appalled, trying to break free from my grasp.

“You said what you needed to, so it’s only fair that I have a turn, don’t you think?”

Her nostrils flare in fury but she’s smart enough to stop wiggling around and keep still. Thank God for that small mercy, since my cock couldn’t handle any more of her rubbing up against it in her quest to break free from my hold.

I scan her face, my eyes going every which way at once, needing to take inventory of all her flawless imperfections. Of all the changes that I missed out on. And when she stares back at me, looking like she’s doing the same, I let her have her fill.

“You’re right,” I finally say after a pregnant pause, her big gray eyes widening incredulously. “This wedding is a big deal and Daisy deserves that nothing fucks it up.” I then lean into her ear, my cock hardening at how close we are.

“But if you think you can come into my home and make demands of any kind, think again. You don’t scare me, little stalker,” I whisper, smiling when I see the goosebumps rise at the nape of her neck. “In this house, I’m the big bad wolf. Don’t forget that.”

She places her palms on my chest to pull just an inch away, uncaring that we are now breathing in the same air.

“Don’t delude yourself. In what world could you ever scare me?”

I lick my lips and cock a wolfish grin.

“Ah, Sky. You shouldn’t have said that. You know how much I’ve always loved a challenge.” I then lower my head just enough for our lips to be a hair's breadth away from each other. “Run, little stalker. Run on home before I change my mind and prove to you there is no challenge you can give me that I can’t win,” I whisper before releasing her from my grip.

Sky lets out a loud scoff as she eagerly steps back away from me.

“How disappointing. And here I thought you’d grown out of such silly games.” She tsks. “Guess I was right after all. You did peak in high school. Shame.”

Pleased with how my smile is now lying flat on the floor for her to walk all over, she reaches for the door to make her grand exit. But before she can get away, I grab hold of her elbow and pull her back against my chest for another word of warning.

“Don’t fucking come into my loft uninvited again. If you do, I guarantee you that you’ll spend the rest of your stay in Thatcher’s Bay on your back with my cock inside you.”

Her eyes widen in alarm as a flush of crimson rises from her heaving chest all the way up to her cheeks.

“Now who looks scared?” I provoke as I kick open the door for her. “Goodnight, Sky. This was fun.”

Nostrils flaring and seeing every shade of red there is, Sky storms out without another word. It’s only when I hear the front door of the house slam shut that all my bravado leaves me.

My fists clench to the sides as I walk over to my bed and sit in the precise spot she was in. My palms brush over the warm duvet as I breathe in the lingering remnants of her perfume, feeling a sense of calm wash over me.

I should be a fucking mess right now. I should be curled up in the fetal position, crying my goddamn heart out after such a shitshow of a reunion.

But I’m not.

And that comes down to one thing.

Sky is not indifferent to me as I convinced myself she was.

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