Page 107 of Only in Your Dreams

“Mels? Are you out there?”

His voice comes from the hall to the bedrooms. Mel swallows hard, sinking her nails into my shoulders. Maybe she does it to ground herself, calm herself down, but all it does is make my dick twitch against her.

“Y-yeah, I’m getting a glass of water! Go back to bed,” she calls back, gulping down a breath as she stares at me frantically. Her hair is disheveled, lips pink and plump from playing with mine, and even if I could hide my hard-on, explain away my arrival, there’s no mistaking what was happening here.

“Why did it sound like you were punching through a wall?” We hear a door creak open and the sound of a single footstep in the hall.

“Don’t come out here!” Mel cries frantically. “Parker, I’m—I’m naked! I didn’t get dressed—”

“Why are you walking around my apartment naked?”

“Because I thought you were asleep. S-so go back to bed unless you want an eyeful—”

“What the hell, Mel,” he mutters irritably before treating us to the heavenly sound of his bedroom door closing.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” I breathe, dropping my forehead to her shoulder.

Mel lets out a quivering breath into my hair, nails still digging into my back. “Go to my room,” she pants. “Try to sound…” She drifts off and I find her bleary-eyed, like she lost her train of thought.

“Try to sound what?”

She blinks rapidly, gaze settling on my mouth. “Dainty. Not like a million pounds of muscle carrying his sister’s incapacitated body.”

I try my best. But at this point, I’m a million pounds of muscle carrying his sister’s incapacitated body, which happens to inadvertently rub against my cock as I move. There’s only so much I can do.

The second we make it to her room I drop us on the bed, smooth a hand down her side, over my jersey, to the bit of her panties that peek out from where the shirt’s ridden up. It’s been weeks and weeks of torture, sleeping next to her without touching her. Long, repeated showers, jerking off just to make it through the night. And again in the morning, to ease the torment of having spent the night tangled up with her.

I haven’t changed my mind; I need us to be more than a maybe before I fuck her. But I’m on top of the world right now, and I’m aching to bring her there with me. I can’t keep my hands to myself tonight.

But with Parker next door…

Mel reaches for the hem of my shirt. I almost let her do it, lift it off me. But I’ve got a few things I need to hold on to, at least for a while longer. Instead, I roll her onto her back and bury my face in her neck.

“You only take your shirt off in the dark.”

“I know,” I whisper back.

She stares back quietly, lips parted, golden hair strewn everywhere. She shifts, wincing when her hair snags and I gather it out from underneath her, twisting it out of the way.

Her mouth pinches in a smile. “I love it when you do that.”

I love everything about you. Everything single thing.

I let my hand drift down her body, inching up my jersey and running a line along the strip of skin over her panties as she shivers.

“Zac,” she whimpers. Her hips shift, searching for more of my hand, and I’d bet anything that if I moved any lower, I’d find her wet and ready for me. “Zac, I need you. Please tell me we can.”

My fingers slide over her panties, just grazing the front of the fabric. “Can you stay quiet if I kiss you down here?”

Melody squirms under my touch. “I don’t think so,” she admits. Her fingers close around my belt buckle. My cock pulses at her proximity. “Can you stay quiet if I kiss you down there?”

“There’s no fucking way.”

Her eyes are pleading, like she wants my cock in her mouth that bad.

“I guess that only leaves one option.” I roll onto my back, taking her with me, and coax her around so that she straddles my head, facing my body.

“What are you doing?” She clamps her mouth when I lift to kiss her pussy through her panties.

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