Hard

He’d filled her with his cum, then watched it slip from her pussy as though he’d marked her.

Breathing out and lifting his hand to run it over his stubble-covered jaw, he turned back toward the window. He watched the sun continue to rise until he heard his cell phone vibrate with an incoming call. Standing from the bed and grabbing it from his pants pocket, he looked at the screen.

Crestin.

Why was his sister calling him this early? That had him going on the alert. He answered the call but quickly grabbed his jeans and slipped out of the room before shutting the door behind him.

“Hello?” he said softly, not wanting to wake Izabella.

“Corbin?” Crestin said right before she turned down her radio, which had been blasting.

“You okay? Why are you calling so early?” He put his jeans on, void of his underwear, and zipped them up.

“I got in a fight with Rich. He’s an asshole.”

He straightened. “How much of an asshole?” Corbin didn’t care for that prick Rich and his self-righteous ass. He was conceited and only thought about himself.

“I don’t want to talk about it over the phone. I’m on my way over. I hope that’s okay because even if it’s not, I’ll see you in about half an hour.”

It must have been pretty bad if she had left this early to come home. “You’re always welcome, no matter what, you know that.” He scrubbed his hand over his face again, looked at the closed door to Izabella’s room, and wondered how this would all play out.

After he got off the phone with Crestin, he opened the door. Izabella was facing the door now, her eyes open, the sheet pulled up to her neck. They didn’t say anything for several seconds, and he didn’t move, not sure how she’d react after all of this. She sat up, holding the sheet to her chest and looking nervous as hell. Shit, he felt nervous as well.

“What now?” she asked.

He was glad she hadn’t kept that in because apparently, he didn’t have the balls to bring it up before she had. He moved farther into the room and sat down beside her, looking at the ground, trying to decide what he’d say to her. How would she react if he told her he wanted her for more than just the one night?

They’d said things during the heat of the moment, and as much as he wanted her, Corbin also didn’t want to fuck this up and ruin things between them.

And sleeping with her couldn’t have done that?

“Shit, Izabella.” He ran a hand over his hair and finally lifted his head to look at her. Her bright blue eyes were trained on him, and despite the fact she tried to look unruffled, he could see she was on edge.

I am as well.

He opened his mouth, maybe to tell her he wanted her, like really fucking wanted her and was tired of fighting it, or maybe to tell her things would work out in the end. But before he could even say anything, she smiled, stopping him.

“Let’s talk about it when last night isn’t still in our faces, and we can think about it all, okay?”

Something in him said he wanted to talk about it now, that he wanted to tell her right this moment how he felt, but he clenched his jaw and nodded. If she needed time, which it was clear she did, he’d give her that. He wasn’t going anywhere, though, and he wasn’t letting her walk away without knowing how he felt.

There was also the issue with Crestin and how she’d react to the fact he wanted Izabella. His twin might not care, but then again, she might because of how close she was with Izabella. That was another hurdle he’d have to face eventually.

“Crestin’s coming to stay with me.”

Izabella straightened. “Really? For how long?”

He shrugged. “Not sure. She’s having issues with that asshole she’s been seeing.”

Izabella looked down at her lap, nodding. The silence stretched for a moment, and he knew she might be thinking about telling Crestin about this. Even if Izabella didn’t want him for more than what they’d shared last night, she might feel obligated to tell Crestin about what happened.

He wasn’t ashamed and had no issues telling his sister what he wanted with Izabella, but he didn’t want any relationships getting fucked over this.

Damn, this has to work out because I’m done trying to fight this.

“I’ll have to call her later today so we can get together,” Izabella said softly.

“Yeah, I’m sure she’d love that. It’s been a while since you guys saw each other.”

She nodded, and a second later, she lifted her head and looked at him again. He saw the way her throat worked as she swallowed. Her pulse was also beating rapidly at the base of her neck, and her knuckles were white as she gripped the sheet tightly.