“I’m Belle,” she says softly.
“Shit, sorry, yeah, I should have asked your name. Johnny only ever refers to you as his sister. I’m Kelly.”
“He does? He talks about me?” She seems shocked by this, yet hopeful, and I hate that I have to say what comes next.
“No. Not really. We didn’t even know you existed until a couple of days ago when he announced ‘My sister’s coming.’ He wasn’t even sure where you were flying in from. He warned us all to stay the fuck away from you, otherwise he’d kill us, though.” Her face had started to fall as I admitted the truth, but then she snort-laughs and pulls a face that tells me exactly what she thinks of Johnny’s overprotectiveness. I have to say, I agree with her. Johnny’s wrath be damned. I want to get closer to this chick. Like, under her skin, levels of closeness. What makes her tick? No. What makes her come? What makes her close her eyes, and bite her lip, when the pleasure is so intense she can’t even scream my name…
“Like I said, my brother’s an asshat. And that’s putting it politely.”
I chuckle because she’s right about her brother, but it’s not my place to agree with her.
“So who else has he warned to stay away from me?”
“Just Linc and Mica. We’re Johnny’s roommates and business partners, and if you’ll have us, your new tattoo artists.” I smile at her, and my cock twitches again when she returns it. Fuck, she’s gorgeous. I think the fact that she’s off limits is adding to my attraction and desire as well.
“I’ll definitely have to meet the others first before I make a decision that serious.”
“Good point,” I concede. “Is there anything I can do to help you choose me — I mean us?”
A wicked glint sparks in her eye, and one side of her mouth cocks upward in a smile. “You could make a reservation for dinner tonight. Johnny left it to me, but I don’t know the area at all. I’d appreciate a good recommendation.”
“No problem, beautiful,” the term of endearment just slips out, but she doesn’t react, so I hastily continue, “Leave it to me. What are you in the mood for?”
“Ribs. No, wings…or both. I could eat my bodyweight in wings right now.”
I can’t help it, when she mentions her body, my eyes scan over her involuntarily. She looks good. I want to study her tattoos. I want to ink her. I’m tenting under my towel, so I get to my feet and walk toward my room.
Calling over my shoulder, I tell her I’ve got this handled and to get ready. We don’t have that long. I go into my room and shut the door, grab my phone, and make an online reservation for Hurricane Grill and Wings. I think she’ll like it; it’s one of our favorite places to eat.
I glance at the time on my phone and wonder briefly if I have time to rub one out. It’ll make the evening more comfortable for me. But then I shake myself. What am I? A teenage boy with no self-control? I need to get a grip. Sure, the girl is hot, but loads of chicks in Miami are. Hotter even. No, I must just be interested in this one because she’s the forbidden fruit. I bet if Johnny hadn’t said anything, I wouldn’t have been interested in the first place. All it took was a simple ‘Do not touch’ and my dick was ready and willing. Yeah, I’m lying to myself. I think the more time I spend with this girl, the more drawn in I’m gonna get. She’s more than just her looks. She seems sharp, smart, and has a wicked sense of humor. Being around her feels…easy.
Stripping off the towel, I grab my jeans and a simple gray tee and pull both on, forgoing any underwear. The soft denim of my favorite pair of worn Levi’s rubs against my semi-hard cock, and I groan. If Belle’s going to be staying with us all week, and Johnny was genuine about us not touching her, I am seriously fucked…just not in the way that I want to be.