Unthinkable (Unstoppable 2)
Dipping my head in a curt nod, I patted the side of the truck and pointed a finger at him. “Don’t forget to measure your dick.”
No fucking chance was Ren’s dick bigger than mine.
A blue-eyed she-devil had me doubting my manhood.
Fucking liberty.
SIX
LISS
My body jerked upright as I sucked in a breath and blinked the daze from my eyes.
“What the he-eck are you doing?” I said, scowling down at my sister as I kicked at the covers tangled around my legs.
Bella shrugged; her wide blue eyes trained on my face. With her arms wrapped around her bent knees and her narrow chin plopped on top, she looked right at home sitting on my bedroom floor while I slept, freaking me the fuck out. “Aunt Bree told me to wake you.”
I glanced around, rubbing my fingers under my eyes. My mom’s sister started visiting every month about a year ago. She and her husband found out they couldn’t have kids, so she wanted to spend as much time with us as possible. After hanging out with Bella, I couldn’t figure out why the hell she kept coming back.
“So, wake me, don’t sit there and stare at me.”
“You snore,” Bella muttered, flattening her lips.
I blinked down at her. “No, I don’t.”
“Like a pig—”
“Shouldn’t you be at ballet, or something? Go, twirl,” I said, waving her off with a flick of my wrist as I climbed from the bed and stepped around her. Snagging a hair tie from the box on top of the dresser, I twisted my pale blonde hair into a messy bun on top of my head.
“I haven’t done ballet since I was six.”
My brow creased as I turned back to her. “What? I thought you danced on Saturday mornings?”
“I do. Already been. You were sleeping.” She hopped up from the floor and tossed her blonde hair over her shoulder before cocking her hip and parking a hand on it. “I do hip hop now.”
“Hip hop?” I shook my head. “Mom just told me last week she took you to ballet.”
Bella grabbed the waistband of her sweats and tugged them up before plonking her tiny butt down on my bed. “She gets things mixed up. She’s got a lot on her mind.”
My brow creased, concern niggling at me. “Did she say that? What’s on her mind?”
“I don’t know. Mom stuff.” Bella shrugged, her attitude and tone blasé as she brought one leg up and hooked it around the back of her neck. “She says she’s a scatter-brain.”
I winced looking at her. “How in god’s name do you do that?”
Her other leg joined it and she linked her ankles together behind her neck, then fell back with a laugh. “It’s easy,” she said, her head poking out at me from between her legs.
“Okay, stop. It’s freaking me out.” Dropping beside her, I tugged at her contorted limbs, trying to untangle them.
She giggled and rolled around my mattress like a human ball.
“Bells,” I laughed, my fingers finding her sides. She squealed when I tickled her, her scrawny legs unfolding and flailing around wildly until her left foot connected with my right eye.
“Ow!” I clapped a hand over it. “Now look what you did.”
“You started it.” She huffed, standing up.
“Ok, git.” I jabbed a finger at my open door and nudged her shin with my toes. When she didn’t move, I gave a sharp whistle, motioning for her to leave with my head.