Page 114 of Our Secret Moments

For the most part, the game is a good distraction. Instead of worrying about what my sister is going to say when she finds out, we’re too caught up with the way Wes changes the rules of the game every few minutes for his own benefit.

I have to painfully watch Oliver awkwardly make out with some girl called Chelsea. I’m getting the idea that he’s never made out with anyone before because each time someone has to make out with another person his whole body cringes. I can’t wait for the day some girl changes his life and he stops getting so uneasy at the idea.

When it’s Cat’s turn to spin the bottle, I should have known something ridiculous would be about to happen since Wes is suspiciously shuffling the cards. And of course, the bottle points right at me. She looks up at me, a mischievous smirk hanging on her lips.

“Oh, fun,” Wes chirps, beaming at the two of us as he reads the card in his hand. “You two have to recreate a sex position. Cowgirl.”

“Perfect,” Cat mutters, easily moving in front of me until she presses her hands to my shoulder, my back pressing into the edge of the sofa. She climbs into my lap, no questions asked, subconsciously rubbing herself against me. I bite the inside of my cheek to suppress my groan. “How long do we have to do this for?”

Wes lets out a cough when she moves again in my lap, her hands tightening around my neck. “Two minutes.”

She meets my gaze, a challenge and a fire in her eyes. “Shouldn’t be too hard, should it, sweetheart?” I murmur, bringing my mouth as close to hers without kissing her. She wets her bottom lip, the motion so simple and sexy my cock throbs.

“Are you sure you should be thinking about anything hard whilst your dick is pressing into me,” she mutters back. She rolls her hips slowly. So fucking slow. Everything else in the room disappears and she becomes all that I see. There’s something so erotic about the fact they have no idea about the two of us and we’re doing this more than just for the sake of the game. Her body moulds with mine perfectly.

“Don’t act like you’re not enjoying it,” I argue, dropping my head back to get a better look at her. Her beautiful curls are framing her face, the purple corset top she’s wearing begging me to see what’s underneath.

She’s good at pretending that I don’t affect her, but sometimes the pleasure takes over and she can’t help it anymore.I grip onto her hips and pull her into me again, her core contacting my dick.

Her head falls to the crook of my neck when my nails dig into her hips, rolling her over me once more. “Connor…” She whimpers and I swear I almost lose my fucking mind. Her voice is so quiet, but if someone tried hard enough, they could hear her.

“Shh, baby,” I whisper. “You don’t want people to hear how sweetly you say my name, do you?”

I don’t get to see her reaction before Wes’s shrill voice brings us both back to the moment. We’re in a room full of people, basically dry humping like it’s a completely normal thing to do. Well, at parties like these, I guess it is. What’s not normal is my sister suddenly appearing in the middle of the circle.

Wait.

What?

Cat stumbles out of my lap, quickly jumping to her feet when she sees Nora staring at the two of us and at Wes. Her eyebrows are knitted with confusion, her cheeks red. Not a sweet red that she gets from watching her favourite movie, but one filled with anger.

“Nora, hi,” Cat says, her voice way too high pitched. Nora doesn’t look at her, though, she’s looking right at me. Twin telepathy has never worked for us, but with the way she’s looking straight through me right now I’m having second thoughts. “We were just—”

“Playing the game, right?” Her voice is sharp as her gaze snags on Wes who is shuffling the cards, whistling like a fucking idiot as if he can’t see what’s happening. She nudges him with her foot, completely ignoring my existence. “Hey, I need you.”

What the fuck is going on?

Wes peers up at her before looking around him. He points to himself. “Me? What for?”

My sister rolls her eyes. “Does it matter?” She reaches out a hand to him. “Just get up.”

He slips his hand in hers. “Yes, boss,” he mutters, standing to his feet. He lets her pull him out of the circle, but Cat goes after them and I do too.

“Nora, can we talk for a sec?” she chokes out, gripping onto Nora’s arm.

“About what? I’m kinda busy, Cat. You know, with the party and Ryan and everything,” she whispers. My sister’s smile softens and I can tell how much it’s killing Cat not to say anything. There’s a time and place for everything. Cat lets go of her arm and Nora and Wes walk away.

The rest of the party is as boring as ever. I don’t mean to talk down my sister’s party-making skills, but since she disappeared, we haven’t been enjoying ourselves. Elle has stuck with me and Catherine for most of the night, but by the time it gets to midnight, we’re all ready to go home.

As we walk to the door, I spot Wes standing in the middle of the kitchen, his fingers hovering over his mouth. What has this idiot done now? Cat and Elle follow behind me as I make my way over to him, already knowing something stupid is going to come out of his mouth.

“Hey, Wes. Where did you and Nora go?” Cat asks, leaning against the counter. He doesn’t say anything, he just keeps his fingers pressed to his lips.

I shake his shoulders. I swear he should have majored in theatre instead of football because this guy is the most dramatic person I’ve ever met. He knows how to create suspense when none is needed. We’re in a sweaty house with shitty music playing and we want to leave, but of course he has to give an Oscar-worthy performance before telling us where my sister went.

“Wesley,” I press. He blinks, snapping out of his trance. His eyes connect with mine and he looks like he’s seen a ghost. “Where’s my sister?” I ask. He opens his mouth and before he can say something stupid, I stop him. “If she’s having sex with her boyfriend, please don’t tell me. You can just say she’s gone to the bathroom.”

He swallows. “She went back to her dorm. I think– I think something just happened. I can hardly think straight.”

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