Dom and I wave them off, and he passes me the helmet to ride his bike. I put it on, but I can't quite take my thoughts – or eyes – off my stepbrother. I'm smitten, even if I don't want to admit it out loud.
"You ready, darlin’?" he asks roughly, and I'm already picturing what we're going to do for the rest of the night when a shrill laugh interrupts us.
"Hey, Cassidy," I hear a voice calling me. I turn toward it and break into a hesitant smile as I spot Adrian. "Leaving so soon?"
"It's late," I call back, and he approaches us. Suddenly, the air becomes incredibly tense, and I guess there's something going on here. I give Dom a confused look, but he's staring at Adrian.
"Stay a little longer?" Adrian slurs, and I realize he's pretty much hammered.
"We have to go," I say uncomfortably.
"Come on, Cassidy," Adrian says, a smirk spreading over his face. "You wouldn't believe the things I have to tell you..."
I don't have time to comment, because in the next second, Dom gets off his bike, strides over and punches him square in the face.
"Dom!" I yell in shock as Adrian's head flops backward, sending him sprawling on the gravel. "Are you okay?" I call in Adrian's direction, furrowing my brows at my stepbrother.
"Oh, I'm mighty fine," he says, the slur gone from his voice, but his tone cold like a snake's hiss. He gets up from the floor, wiping away the blood from his split lip. "But your brother is about to regret that."
"Come on, Cassidy," Dom groans, pulling on my arm in the direction of his bike. "We don't need to stick around for this. He's full of crap."
I look at him with confusion, not understanding the sudden animosity between these two. When I first met Dom at the beach, he seemed to be getting along great with Adrian.
"What's this about?" I ask, feeling weird because of the way they're acting, but Dom ignores me, dragging me to his bike and making me straddle the machine. He sits in front of me and places my arms firmly around his waist, starting the bike just as Adrian starts shouting something at us.
"Bye, jackass," Dom says, waving at the retreating figure of Adrian as we drive off. I stare over my shoulder until his silhouette is too small to make out, wondering what just happened.
And I can't help but wonder if I made the right choice – seeing Dom with that girl, and then the way he just punched Adrian out of the blue. What the hell is going on with him?
Chapter fourteen
DOM
“What the hell was all that about?” Cassidy asks as we step into the beach house.
I tell her it was nothing, he was just being a prick.
“Bullshit,” she says, flicking the coffee machine on.
I let out a sigh and the lie comes easy. “Prick was telling me how much he wanted you. I told him to back off my girl.”
“Really?”
“Yes, really.” I flick the coffee machine off and pull her to me. “Now, darlin’,” I drop a kiss on her nose. “It’s our last night. Let’s not waste it.”
She giggles then and I’m smiling again.
“Dare,” she says.
“Get naked,” I tell her simply, throwing my jacket over a chair and starting to strip out of my clothes.
She hesitates but only for a moment before she peels her dress off, and there she is, my beautiful stepsister, nipples rosy and tight, skin toned, pussy so inviting. My cock fills before her eyes and she licks her lips.
Our last night was certainly one to remember.
She laid on her back on the kitchen table with her legs spread wide and I tasted that sweet pussy for the first time, her moans and whimpers enough to make my cock leak.
I fucked her while she was coming, and I pulled her to the floor after and finished off in her eager mouth.
She fucked me next, on my bed, riding me like a cowgirl, tits bobbing. Fuck, it was some damn rodeo.
One last night. A blissful, perfect night with her in my arms, her breathing steady, her heartbeat reassuring against my chest. It felt so goddamn good, I'm pretty sure I'll have trouble sleeping without Cassidy beside me in the future.
We wake up in the early morning, and I refuse to get up. Cassidy seems to be of the same mind, because she snuggles closer to me, holding me as tightly as her small arms can manage. I can't stop looking at her, kissing her, thinking about her.
She's possessed my mind and body, and I'm afraid it's too late to change that now. And that fucking scares me more than anything in my life.
It seems she’s obsessed too, wasting no time finding my morning glory and gripping it tight.
“Allow me,” she says, flinging the covers back.