And there, under the moonlight, with the snow coming down, feeling more alive, and more wanted, and more whole than I ever have before, I know I’m lost.
Wonderfully, wonderfully lost.
…I wonder briefly if I can mention this when Lynn makes me say what I’m thankful for at dinner tomorrow.
Chapter 6
Gavin
She shrieks, giggling as I lift her up and toss her over my shoulder. And shit, the way her body writhes against me, those tits rubbing my shoulder, that ass flexing under my hand?
Yeah, I’m hard all over again.
We’re all in our bathing suits—well, she’s in a bikini, Reece and I are just in wet boxers—and its fucking freezing outside as the snow drifts down, but it’s like I don’t even feel it. It’s like I’m immune to things like the cold now.
And that’s all cause of her.
I never saw her coming. Well, literally, I didn’t, when she slipped into that tub and into my lap, shocking us both. But even coming up here to Martin’s mother’s house. Hell, who knew what I’d find up here? I knew two things: that I hated Thanksgiving, and that I thought Martin McCue was a grade-A douchebag. And spending this godforsaken holiday with him and his douchebag family sounded like hell.
But, you do what you have to do. And right now, Reece and I need his hedge fund to buy our algorithm. And hell, we’ve had to do way worse for way less before. Like when we were in-between foster homes together, scrounging on the streets for a fucking bite to split between us.
…Honesty, it makes dealing with a prick like Martin or even a crappy holiday like Thanksgiving seem like nothing.
So that was my mood driving up here late from the city. My mindset was to just knuckle down, smile when I had to, and suck up to Martin and his asshole family, even if it killed me to do it. The house had been dark when I’d gotten here, and I was about to just call it a night when I’d glanced out the window from the first floor bathroom and spotted the hot tub.
Hell yeah.
Ten minutes and a fruitless search for a beer later, I was soaking my stress away. And that’s when she’s slid down into my lap and changed my whole world.
I’ve never felt this before. Not even close. And it’s nothing I’d ever expect to feel in years, let alone minutes of knowing a girl.
It’s unexplainable. It’s insane. But I know what I feel. I know what I felt when she kissed me. And hell, I know what I felt when Reece joined in.
He and I have never done that before. We’ve come close, once or twice. And once, we dated a girl at the same time, knowingly. But never anything like that. Never at the same time like that.
I groan as the flashes of what just happened in that hot tub stream before my eyes. Her moaning between us, the way she arched her back and moaned for more when I slid my cock into her perfect—and I do mean fucking perfect—little pussy. The way she clenched tight around me and got even wetter when Reece grabbed her hair, pushing his cock into her throat as she whimpered in pleasure.
…The way she came for us.
I don’t know what this is, and I don’t even know what comes next for any of us. But I also don’t care. Because all I know in this exact moment is that I’ve never felt happier. And when I glance over at my best friend as we all traipse back to the house through the snow, I can see the same thing all over his face.
I don’t know where she came from, but I don’t know how we’re ever going to let her go. Even if she’s Martin’s stepsister. That little fact I obviously didn’t know until after, when we all collapsed into the tub to soak. That’s also when I found out about her and Reece earlier.
It’s funny, cause with any other guy, I’d have been seeing-red jealous. I’d have been furious at another man daring to lay hands on this angel. But, I mean…it’s Reece. My brother for all intents and purposes. My best friend in the world. Sharing her with him, or thinking of him with her without me didn’t bring up any rage or jealousy.
Shit, it just got me hard.
Her being Martin’s stepsister is a problem, especially since there’s no way in hell I want this to be a one-time thing. I want this to be an every-time forever type thing. But then, I don’t exactly see that going well with that little shitbag Martin. Especially since he’s mentioned on multiple occasions how much he wants to “bang” Samantha.
Trust me, douchebag, it’s not that you’re her stepbrother that’s stopping that from happening. It’s that you’re a repellent, piggish excuse for a human being.