8
Bram Windsor
Itriedto get away with drinking as little whiskey as possible, but I should have known getting Owen and River drunk would involve me getting buzzed myself. I was nuts for thinking I could pull out a bottle of whiskey and them not rag me into drinking with them. It’s guy law.
Lucky for me that Claudia’s party bus thing doesn’t end for another couple of hours. That gives me a little time to down some water and sober up. I don’t need my judgment clouded where she’s concerned. I already take too many chances with her when I haven’t had anything to drink. But throw a hard dick, a willing girl, and some Jack Daniels into the mix and you’ve got a recipe for some exceptionally bad decision-making.
One hour, then two, and I’m a little less than shit-faced when she texts.
On my way
Ready to see you, bae. Door is unlocked.
It’s going on two o’clock and I’ve had an undetermined number of shots. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open while I wait for Claudia. Sleep is close to claiming me when my bedroom door finally opens. “Claud? Is that you?”
Dumbass. You shouldn’t have said her name in case it’s Owen or River.
“It’s me.”
“Hey, bae. Did you have a good time?”
“It was okay.”
I still remember my prom. We had more fun than any high schoolers should be allowed to have. “Only okay?”
“Prom is one of the most important events in your life, but you weren’t there to share it with me. It just didn’t feel all that special to me.”
I may be a little drunk and perhaps a little sleepy, but I come to full attention when I hear the sound of a zipper. “What are you doing?”
The covers move and a soft, warm, luscious body slides into my bed.
“Claud, what the fuck are you doing? Owen will kill me if he finds you like this in my bed.” And it’ll be a slow, painful death.
“I checked on him and River when I came in. They’re both snoring like lumberjacks sawing wood. They’ll never know I’m here.”
She crawls over my body and straddles my hips. I automatically reach out to touch her and feel warm, soft, smooth skin in place of sequins and satin. “Claud…”
“You smell like whiskey. I like it.” She leans down to kiss the side of my neck and rubs her pussy back and forth against my growing erection. “Please, Duke. Don’t tell me to stop. Not this time.”
We’ve played around a little more the last couple of weeks but she’s never gotten on top of me like this. And she’s certainly never done it without clothes. “You’re naked.”
“Not entirely. I’m still wearing panties… andfuck-mepumps.”
Those three-inch heels made her legs look a mile long. And those pink lace panties… the ones she pulled to the side so she could give a peep show. So fucking sexy.
“I can’t touch you.” I sound like a fucking broken record. I know she tires of hearing it—and I tire of saying it—but nothing has changed.
“You’ve been saying that for months.” She grabs my hands and puts them on her waist as she rolls her hips in a circular motion. “I. Say. You. Can.”
That’s what my dick keeps saying, too. The two of them are in cahoots against me. And they’re wearing me down. I’m so tired of fighting my desire for her. I just want to fuck her so bad.
Of course, I don’t want to run into problems with the law but the chance of anyone reporting us is nearly nonexistent with her birthday so soon. But the thing is, it’s not really about that for me. “It’s Owen and your parents I worry about. I want to do this the right way for us, but I also want to do it the right way for them.”
“I have news for you, Duke. You’re still going to be six years older than me after I turn eighteen. I’m never going to catch up and I’m always going to be Owen’s baby sister.”
“I have a better chance of gaining their approval if we wait.”
“We already have my mom’s approval.”