Total pages in book: 71
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68920 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I smile shyly at him. “You make me hungry.”
His grin is boyish but kind of wicked too. “You make me hungry too.”
We both laugh but then his mouth is pressed to mine again. Even though my stomach has been growling, I could go for another round. Our twenty-minute break where we cuddled quietly was enough to recharge us both. His palms squeeze my ass through my dress. My breath hitches when he starts sliding the fabric up again.
The door bursts open and we both jerk apart. His friend Nick takes in the scene and his goofy grin falls.
“Did I interrupt something?” His brows furl together. “Rylie?”
I give him a little wave. “Hey.”
He turns an accusing glare to Hudson. Before he can open his mouth, Hudson takes a step toward him, his shoulders tense. The testosterone in the room is suddenly thick and palpable as Hudson silently challenges Nick to say something.
“We were going to grab burgers if you’re hungry,” I chirp, hoping to distract him.
“Uh, right,” Nick says, stepping back. “Burgers sound good. Jada and Caitlin invited a bunch of us to the lake again.”
I wince at hearing Jada’s name.
“I think we’ll pass,” Hudson says, sensing my unease.
“I think you should go,” Nick bites out, his gaze darting my way.
He knows. Just like Aunt Becky knows. I can feel it.
“We’ll go. I was just trying to console Hudson. He’s had a bad day. That’s what sisters are for.” I beam, hoping to convince him I’m merely doing my sisterly duty. “We’ll go.”
Nick, clearly smarter than he looks, glances over at the disheveled sheets and the discarded towel Hudson used to clean us up with. The room smells like sex, no denying it.
“Right,” he utters, his lip curling up slightly as if he’s disgusted. “Probably a good idea.”
Hudson looks over his shoulder at me and I flash him an encouraging smile. A smile that says we need to do this to show him we’re simply a normal brother and sister who aren’t fucking.
“Fine,” Hudson agrees.
Nick gives a slight shake to his head but says nothing else before stalking out of the room.
So much for being careful.
By the time we make it to the lake, it’s dark out. About twenty vehicles are parked at a clearing near the water. People are laughing and drinking near a bonfire. During dinner, Hudson and I played it safe. Eventually, Nick calmed back down. I think we’ve convinced him because he goes back to being his usual jokester self. Hudson is stiff but forces himself to joke around with Nick as though our secret isn’t a thick fog hanging around us.
“Nick!” a girl yells as she runs our way. She throws herself into his arms and kisses him. The girl is drunk already.
“Hey, Caitlin. Missed you, beautiful,” he says, his hands on her ass as he carries her off.
Hudson and I exchange relieved looks.
“Long time, no see, stranger,” a sultry voice says from behind us.
I turn to see a pretty blonde walking our way.
“Jada,” Hudson greets.
My entire body grows tense as I wilt in her presence. She’s prettier, has much bigger breasts, and has had my brother’s dick in her mouth. I’m jealous and hate her. No denying that.
“I’m Jada,” she says, extending her hand to me.
“I’m Hudson’s…” I pause. “Sister.”
Her eyes widen. “So nice to meet you. For a second, I thought you were Amy.” A giggle escapes her, making her boobs bounce with the movement. It makes me want to drag Hudson far away from this woman.
I shake her hand despite not wanting to. “Nope. Just Rylie.”
“Rylie came to visit,” Hudson says as his palm rubs up and down my back. “If you don’t mind, we’re going to find someplace quiet to talk. Things are hard since losing Mom and Dad.”
Her brows scrunch together. “Of course. I’m so sorry for what you’re both going through.”
I give her a pleasant smile but then let out a breath of relieved air when she walks off.
“I hate her,” I hiss under my breath.
Hudson shoots me a hot look. One that says, You have nothing to worry about because it was you I was inside a couple of hours ago. “Come on.”
I follow him to where someone has a big water cooler sitting on the back of a tailgate. Something tells me it’s not filled with water, though. Hudson pulls two Red Solo cups from a bag and sets to filling us up on the mystery liquid. He hands me my cup and I take a sip.
“Tangy,” I say and shudder. “And strong.”
“Don’t drink too much, lightweight.”
A couple of guys walk over to us. We spend the next hour chatting and hanging out. One can’t keep his eyes off me, though. As they talk about baseball, I find that Hudson has moved to stand almost completely in front of me.