His hand slides over Tonie’s hip and then lower to her ass. When he squeezes, she gives a little surprised squeak, which licks over my balls and sends blood rushing to my cock.
Fuck.
What is Danny doing to me?
And why?
I haven’t seen this girl around for months, and Danny isn’t the kind of guy to lead someone on with multiple sexual encounters that don’t go anywhere. He’s a one-and-done kind of guy, but not in a nasty way. He’s clear on what he’s offering, and girls stumble over themselves for a taste.
Maybe, if he weren’t so good looking, he’d have to try harder, but when your jaw is sharp as a blade, your nose has the strength of the ancients, and your body is almost marble-carved perfection, it’s easy to get women to bend to your will.
Study or fuck. That is the question.
I know I’m hardly Shakespearian in my philosophizing, but what can I do? These are the options presented to me by Danny Carlton. If he could see us now, Dad would be so proud.
Not.
Tonie licks her lips, and the sight of her pink tongue is the decider.
I’m not proud of being led by my dick or being led astray by my brother, but I don’t fight it either.
“Fuck it,” I say, lumbering to my feet. Heat spreads up Tonie’s cheeks, and she takes one step back as though the size of me has her surprised. I guess I was a few inches shorter and more than a few pounds lighter the last time.
“This way,” Danny says, already tugging Tonie down the hallway.
When he passes the door to his room, I frown. Where in hell is he planning for this thing to take place? I draw the line at fucking in the den, although it wouldn’t be the first time. I understand Danny's game when his hand rests on the doorknob to the master bedroom.
Cora’s bedroom.
I could tell him no. I could make a scene in front of Tonie and piss off my brother for the sake of a strange woman who’s taken up residence in my home, but I won’t. Do I feel that this is wrong? Of course. I don’t have the moral compass of a sociopath, and I don’t enjoy being an asshole.
But I am a good brother and a man craving to get balls deep inside this willing woman. Maybe I should be a better person, but fundamentally, I agree that Cora overstepped with nasty words and a level of vitriol that almost knocked the wind from my chest. I’m also a man with a sex drive powerful enough to bust through any moral blockades that my mind might construct.
As the door eases open, the unfamiliar female scent drifts from within. Cora’s only been living here for two days and has already made her mark. I inhale again, drawing in something floral and intoxicating, and follow Danny and Tonie inside.
For years, this room had been occupied by my parents, and for years after our mom died, our dad used the master suite alone. When he moved out to accompany Cora’s mom to Antigua, the room was left as it was, with his furniture and choice of the wall color. And it still holds the same furniture, but everything feels different.
On the dresser stand three huge ceramic vases, vibrant and multicolored and coated in thick, shiny gloss. The bare walls are no longer plain white but are now hung with colorful swathes of patterned material, almost like tapestries, but with printed details.
A shocking pink furry rug fills a corner on the floor, and large cushions rest against the wall as though Cora has created a reading nook for herself by the large doors that open onto the balcony. She’d have a nice view, so I can see what has inspired her.
“What the fuck?” Danny says, looking around with his lip curled. “She didn’t waste time in cheapening the place.”
“I think it’s nice,” Tonie says. “Whose room is this?”
“No one’s,” Danny says quickly. “It’s spare.”
“Oh.” Tonie steps forward as though she wants to peer into the walk-through closet, but Danny is quick to tug her back.
“You know what?” he says as his fingers drift to snag the hem of Tonie’s shirt. “You are wearing far too many clothes, and I’m just the man to help you with that.”
In a flash, he’s tugged her top over her head, leaving her in a bra and tight jeans that hug her ass to perfection. She giggles, wrapping her hands over her breasts, but I don’t think she’s embarrassed. I think it’s all part of the tease.
We shouldn’t be doing this here, I think, as Danny backs the panting girl until she’s dropped onto Cora’s bed, fisting her hands roughly in Cora’s bright yellow throw blanket. Danny stands over Tonie, watching as she scrambles into the center of the bed and starts to shuck off her pants.