Who Falls Hardest (Clearwater University)

I won’t let her live there either.

The kiss is hotter and more full of fire this time, and when it ends, we’re both breathing harder.

“I told you, Ems,” I whisper against her lips. “I told you I was done fighting this. I told you I was going to fix it.”

She’s still gripping me tightly, her small fingers digging into the muscles of my shoulders. “But this is everything you didn’t want. We’re going to be… brother and sister.”

I jerk my head back. A laugh belts out of me before I can stop it, and without giving her a chance to say anything more, I find her lips again, sliding my tongue inside her mouth and letting it clash with hers. She’s off-balance, taken by surprise, but she still kisses me just like she always does.

Like she’s hungry.

Like she’s ravenous.

Like there’s a fire burning inside her that will never be extinguished.

Releasing my grip on her chin, I grab her wrists and pull her hands away from my shoulders. I pin them to the door above her head, keeping my leg wedged between hers so that her feet barely even touch the floor anymore.

She’s wearing a pair of nice black pants and a billowy blouse, and I can see her nipples standing out starkly beneath the thin fabric. I want to latch my mouth around her breasts and suck each one, lap at her and bite her until the soft material is dark and wet.

Just like her panties must be already.

She’s quivering against me, her brown eyes wide as deep as pools of melted chocolate as she stares up at me.

Shifting my grip, I hold both her wrists in one hand as I trail the knuckles of my other hand down the side of her face.

My best friends and I have fucked her and shared her in some pretty damn creative ways over the past couple weeks, but I think it’s about time she remembered what I can do to her all by myself.

With two fingers under her chin, I tilt her head up, holding her gaze as I grind against her.

“You think I’d kiss a sister like this, Holloway?” I murmur.

My fingers trail downward, tugging sharply at the neckline of her top and sending buttons flying. The two halves of the blouse hang open, revealing her pretty lace bra, and I drag my hand down over the swell of her breast, pinching her nipple between my thumb and forefinger.

“No.” She laughs softly, but I can tell it’s taking conscious effort for her to speak.

Good.

But not good enough.

I plan to make it impossible in a second.

“That’s right. I wouldn’t.” My hand moves to her other breast, and I pinch harder this time, rolling the sensitive little bud between my fingers until she gasps, then groans.

“I know…” Her eyelids flutter, nearly dropping shut when I roll my hips against hers, pressing my cock into her lower belly as her clit rides my thigh. “I know we wouldn’t be actual brother and sister. But what will people think? About us—if our parents are married?”

I palm her breast and squeeze, massaging away the sting from my harsh treatment of her nipple. Then I drop my head to the crook of her neck, loving the way she squirms against the door when my lips find the spot I know makes her crazy.

“A very wise, very fucking gorgeous woman once told me not to worry about what other people think,” I whisper, licking and kissing the soft skin of her throat. “Not to let them judge me, no matter how unconventional my choices are.”

“I know.” She lets out a soft, breathless laugh as she realizes I’m turning her words back on her. “But I still thought you’d be mad. I guess… I guess I just keep waiting for the other shoe to drop.”

Fuck.

Those words freeze all the blood in my veins, settling into my stomach like a slowly hardening block of cement.

There it is.

The truth I’ve feared.