“Hey, it has everything to do with the pitcher, not the catcher.”
“I don’t think you realize how difficult it is to have your mouth perfectly positioned and open for that long.”
As soon as she said it, I laughed, and her face blushed slightly.
“Oh, man, that didn’t come out right.”
She joined me as I laughed, still flicking through the channels.
I watched as she went past the hockey. Leaning forward, I gestured for her to stop. “Hey, go back to the hockey.”
“Err, no thanks, Alex. Yes, here it is.”
She stopped on Animal Planet. Seriously, we’re going to watch a documentary on Bonobo monkeys? I had to admit it was better than watching the fashion police, and well, I was watching the emperor penguins last night. It was mating season on Animal Planet, but I really wanted to see the hockey scores.
“Did you know the Bonobo monkey uses sex as a greeting, a method of conflict resolution and to celebrate when food has been found?”
Her eyes fixated on the screen, fascinated with the narrator’s over-the-top narration of the monkeys.
“Wow! Imagine if we did that, no one would be able to get anything done,” I teased.
Shit, I hadn’t meant it to come out like that, but damn, imagine if it were true that we were fucking all the time? That thought alone made me hard. Really hard. I needed to get these thoughts out of my head. Stupid mating monkeys.
Charlotte broke her gaze from the television and turned to look at me while laughing.
“Keep dreaming, Edwards.”
“So now that you have informed me of the intricate sex life of the Bonobos, can I please watch the hockey?”
She held the remote in the air, pushing my chest away as I made a feeble attempt to grab it from her. This girl loved to play hardball, and it was annoying at best.
“Alex, this is the last episode of the mating series,” she complained while trying to hold the remote away from me.
I couldn’t help but watch her. A part of me liked teasing her as I attempted to reach over for the remote. She swung it low, a move I anticipated. She held onto it as I fell on top of her, then began tickling her ribs.
“Alex… please stop.” Her voice was shaking as she giggled, squirming her body underneath me.
“Mmm, I’ll stop if you hand me the remote.”
“No way. I was here first. Sorry, Alex, you snooze, you lose.” She tried to tickle me back. Her touch fe
lt like electric currents attached to a million needles running through my body, and I so desperately wanted her to move her hands onto my chest. I felt like a horny teenager all over again.
I slowed down, watching her deep chocolate-brown eyes taking me in, her chest was rising and falling. I was inches away from her face, I could almost taste her.
Oh fuck, what was I thinking?
No sooner had the thought entered my mind, my cock started twitching. She had to have felt it, I was fucking huge. Suddenly, her eyes changed. Was that lust I could see?
I heard my sister’s voice. Quickly I pulled myself away from her, while Charlotte adjusted her tank top as she sat up. Her cheeks were flushed, and all I wanted to do was lean in and caress her face, satisfy the curiosity and need I was feeling.
“Okay, everything is set for next Saturday!” Adriana was excitedly chatting away as she entered the room.
“Next Saturday?” I repeated, my mind still foggy with what just happened.
“My eighteenth birthday, silly. It starts at seven. Sammy promised you guys would chaperone, so Mom and Dad didn’t have to be here.”
Now I remembered what I had been roped into, but for some reason, I didn’t mind going if it meant I got to see Charlotte again. Fuck, what the hell was I thinking? Okay, no, it’ll be fine—Sammy will be there. I wasn’t thinking clearly. It was time for me to leave despite wanting to stay longer.