I wanted nothing more than to sink into her, but that will come, and when the moment is right, I’m going to kiss every fucking inch of her. The caramel skin that taunted me last night was enough to have me rock hard; even through my sleep, I couldn’t stop my desire for her.
I watch my release spill down the drain, and I wonder briefly if I’ll be able to feel her without a condom. It’s not something I’ve ever done before. I’m always sheathed, but with Nesrin, I want to connect with her on more than just a physical level, I want so much more, and I know I can’t bank on it lasting forever.
I dry off quickly and dress in a pair of black jeans and a navy-blue shirt. Buttoned up, I slip a belt through the loops of my pants. Once my boots are on, I’m out the door and walking down the hallway when I walk into Gen, as she exits Finn’s bedroom.
Her fiery red hair is messy, her lips look like they’ve been kissed all night. But it’s her eyes that have me halting. The shimmering tears that sparkle in her green eyes tell me my brother has done something to piss her off.
“What’s going on?” I ask, nearing her, as we come to the top of the staircase at the same time. I stop, leaning against the balustrade, I cross my arms in front of my chest.
“Nothing,” she mumbles, pulling on her sandals, taking the steps two at a time. Instead of following her, I head to Finn’s bedroom and shove the door open. He’s naked, standing at the window smoking a joint.
My brother’s been a rebel since he turned thirteen, and I walked in on him getting his first blowjob. When he was sixteen, we overheard a girl screaming in his bedroom, and when Cass and I walked in, we found them banging against the wall. She was definitely a loud one.
“What the fuck are you doing with Gen?”
Finn doesn’t pay me any attention; he slowly finishes his smoke, then turns to the bed and flops down on the mattress. Having him at home has been good, I didn’t think he’d stick around once he finished school, especially with how our father acts, as if we’re a burden on him.
“Finn, I’m fucking serious. You should not be—”
“Like you didn’t fuck Gen?” he challenges. “Listen, I’m having fun. Got my dick wet, time to move on.”
“Gen isn’t the kind of girl who lets go easily,” I tell him. I thought she was a one-night-of-fun as well, and it turned into something I wasn’t expecting. She wanted love, and all I had to offer were orgasms. I regret getting pulled in deep, but, at the time, it was what I needed.
“She walked out. Didn’t she?”
“What did you tell her?”
Finn crosses his arms behind his head and peeks at me from under his dark lashes. There’s a smirk of satisfaction on his face, but then I realize he’s not looking at me. I turn to find Nesrin staring at him, her mouth an O of shock.
“Go wait downstairs,” I bite out in frustration. She shouldn’t have seen him like this. It’s my fault for not closing the door, but I wasn’t thinking straight when I saw Gen walking out of my youngest brother’s bedroom.
“I think your girlfriend just realized she got the short end of the deal,” Finn says, with a chuckle, and I’m tempted to throw something at him.
“Put some fucking clothes on,” I grit, spinning on my heel. I head out into the hallway, before slamming the door behind me. He infuriates me at times, but he knows that even when I’m angry, I love the asshole.
I take the steps quickly and find Nesrin talking to Joy in the kitchen. The arch of Joy’s golden brow tells me she heard things I’d rather she not know about.
“Good morning,” I greet her, before grabbing my mug and filling it with coffee. I am going to need this injected straight into my veins today. I’m tired.
“Are you boys fighting?” Joy always hated when we argued. I think she saw far too many nights with my mother and father at odds. Their fights could go down in history. Volatile and drenched in hate.
“No. Finn’s being an asshole.”
A swat of the dishtowel hits me right on the ribs. “Language.”
Nesrin giggles when I apologize to Joy, but the moment my gaze lands on my girl, she notices the look I’m giving her which is a don’t you start look.
“These boys are responsible for my gray hair,” Joy tells Nesrin, who nods in understanding.
“I can only imagine.” My girl decides to respond, but she knows the moment I have her alone, I’ll be punishing her for that. Last night, she seemed to enjoy it. And so did I.