Twisted Hate (Twisted 3)

I stepped toward the bed, but Jules finally moved. She wrapped the sheet around herself and darted into the bathroom so fast she was almost a blur. I waited until the door closed behind her before I picked up the backpack and cracked open my door.

“Hey.” I shoved the bag at my sister. “Here ya go. See you later.” I tried to close the door, but Ava pushed it back open with narrowed eyes.

“Why are you being so shifty?”

“I’m not being shifty.” Sweat beaded on my brow. “I’m irritated because you interrupted me.”

“Doing what?”

“Uh, exercising.” Technically true. Sex was the best form of cardio. “I thought you were napping.”

She gave me a strange look. “I woke up.” Her eyes drifted from my sex-tousled hair to my tense shoulders. A faint green tint colored her skin. “Wait…do you have a girl in there? Was that banging sound you? That was what woke me up.”

Heat climbed on my face.

“How is that possible? We literally just arrived an hour ago.” Ava clapped a hand over her mouth. “I think I’m going to be sick. You are not allowed to have sex when I can hear you. I’m scarred for life.”

“You’re being dramatic, and what can I say? I’m a legend.” I pasted on my cockiest smile. “Now please leave before she comes out of the bathroom. Nothing kills the vibe like a little sister sticking her nose where it doesn’t belong.”

“Trust me, I don’t want to…” Ava’s eyes fell on something behind me. “Oh, weird. Jules has those exact shoes.”

Shit! I’d accidentally let the door drift open while we were talking.

Jules’s clothes were out of sight, but her shoes were right there, front and center, at the foot of the bed.

It was a testament to how much we used to dislike each other that Ava didn’t think the shoes could belong to her.

“They must be popular.” I forced a laugh and resisted the urge to wipe the sweat from my forehead. “Wish you hadn’t told me that. The second thing that kills the vibe fast is any mention of the she-devil. Anyway.” I pushed Ava further into the hallway. “Great to see you, don’t come back. Unless you want a firsthand look at the symphony.”

We both gagged at the same time.

If the vibe wasn’t already dead, it was six feet under and rotting now at the prospect of my sister being in the room while I had sex.

“I’m going to wash my eyes and ears out with bleach.” Ava shuddered.

I waited until she returned to her room before I closed the door and leaned my forehead against it. Relief cooled the sweat on my skin, but my heart still raced like it was competing in the fucking Indy 500.

“That was a close call.”

I lifted my head and saw Jules peek out of the bathroom, her eyes wide.

“These fuckers almost got us in trouble.” I nudged her shoes with my foot.

“Those are my favorite shoes, Josh. It’s not their fault.” She stepped fully into the bedroom and fished her clothes off the floor. “We shouldn’t have done this in the hotel. It was stupid. If she caught us…”

I grimaced. Jules was right. It was stupid to hook up in the hotel when our friends were literally down the hall. We could get caught any minute.

Normally, I’d never be that reckless, but…

I watched Jules get dressed, my heart rate not slowing down one bit despite the fact the danger had passed.

For some reason, logic always flew out the window where Jules was concerned.