I turned and walked backward. “Don’t tell me you’re afraid, sis.”
“I’m not afraid.”
“I didn’t think so.” I turned back around and walked out onto the bridge.
I understood her hesitation. The bridge looked like something out of a horror movie, especially a zombie movie. It hadn’t been used in any serious way in a long time, and so there were plants crawling up its sides. The steel was beginning to rust in places, and some of the wooden boards were slightly rotted out.
But I knew it was steady. I used to fish off it a long time ago, back when my father was still alive. He passed from cancer, but I never forgot the bridge he used to take me to.
I leaned up against the railing, looking out over the water. I didn’t even notice when Laney appeared next to me. We silently stood like that for some time, listening to the birds and watching the water.
“It’s really pretty out here,” she said.
“Yeah, it is.”
“How’d you know about this?”
“My dad. We used to fish out here.”
She nodded. “He died, right?”
“He did. Cancer.”
“Sorry.”
I shrugged, bumping my shoulder against hers. “Long time ago. But it’s one of my favorite spots in town. I haven’t been back here yet.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Not sure. Just never felt like it until now.”
“I’m glad you brought me.”
I stood closer to her, feeling my heart beat hard in my chest. I realized in that moment that although I was telling myself our little trip was to cheer her up, it was really all for me.
Because I wanted to share this spot with Laney. I didn’t want everything she knew about me to be all about the job, all about the shitty parts of human nature. I wanted her to know about the good stuff.
And she looked so fucking good. Her T-shirt was tight and tucked into tiny little shorts, her long hair cascading down along her back. I could feel my cock stirring as I began to imagine fucking her pressed up against the railing, out in the open for anyone to see.
She seemed to sense what I wanted, or maybe she was just cold. She shifted closer, our shoulders touching.
“You had a reputation, you know,” she said.
“What kind of reputation?”
“Back in high school. You’re a few years older, but I still heard about you.”
“Probably all lies.”
She laughed. “Yeah, maybe. Apparently you were a big man whore, though.”
I paused. “That may be true.”
She raised an eyebrow and I looked at her, smirking. “Really?”
“I’ve been with a girl or two.”
“More like every half attractive girl in your grade.”
“That’s an exaggeration,” I said. “Maybe every fully attractive girl.”
She laughed again and shook her head. “You probably didn’t even notice me back then.”
“No, I didn’t. But I notice you now.”
“Yeah, because we’re related.”
“I would notice you even if my mom hadn’t married your dad.”
She turned toward me, biting her lip. “Why did you bring me out here, Easton?”
I turned toward her, staring into her eyes. I reached out and took her hair, gently pulling her toward me. She gasped, her lips opening as I pressed my mouth against her ear.
“Because I wanted you to see this,” I said softly. “And because I want you alone.”
“We’re always alone.”
“Maybe, but not like this.”
She wrapped her arm around me, pressing her body against mine. “Now what?”
I pulled back slightly. “Now I want you to finally admit you’re soaking wet every time you see me.”
“Not going to happen.”
I smirked, moving closer. “You don’t have to say the words then.”
And so I pressed my lips against hers, kissing her hard and hungry.
Her body pushed harder against mine as her tongue entered my mouth, kissing me with abandon. I knew it was what I needed, what I’d needed the whole time, ever since I’d come back to Mishawaka, well before I had ever noticed her.
And the way she kissed me back meant she needed it too.
Shivers ran along my spine as our bodies pushed together, lips and mouths pressed together, her fresh taste entering my own. My hands moved down to grab her hips, pulling them closer to me, pulling them tight. I cupped her ass and she let out a soft moan in my mouth. My cock was practically tearing through my pants.
I felt a vibration in my pants.
She moved back slightly, her cheeks bright red. “Your phone.”
“Fuck my phone.”
“It could be a client,” she said softly. “Could be important.”