Easton. I nearly choke. Miniature?. Hot dogs?. Damn, that’s harsh. Her arms cross as she stares down Ryan. “Did you want some?”. Oh hell, that little shit! “Actually,” I interrupt. “We were thinking about ordering pizza and inviting some people over, you want in?”. “Sure. ” Ryan makes himself right at home, going to the fridge grabbing a beer then tossing one to me. “Blake was already on his way over anyway. Oh great now I have another dick who’s been staring at Harper way too hard lately. Is it my imagination or does she look really hot in her tight t-shirt?. i gulp and look away. “Sounds good. An uncomfortable look passes across Ryan’s face. “We good, bro?”. “Always. ” We fist bump. And I smile. He doesn’t know I was just touching his sister. That she licked me dry. That the very hand he’s pounding was minutes away from dipping into her pussy and making her scream. There’s something so fucking satisfying and horrible about the thoughts going. through my head, like I want to keep doing shit behind his back just because it fucking turns me on that he has no clue. And she does. Harper clears her throat next to me. “Mouth dry?”. Her glare says it all. “I think I have more drinks. ” I make a jerking motion with my hand when Ryan’s back was turned. She flips me off. I fucking love it. Damn it!. Pull it together, Easton!. My front door opens and closes. Blake strolls in like he owns the place carrying a six pack and sucking on his vape pen. His eyes drink Harper in then flicker to mine. “Did you get lost on the way to her house?”. Why does he sound annoyed? And why the hell is he looking at Harper so much. lately? It irritates me. We have rules you know?. Rules I broke without knowing, but still. He has no fucking business asking about her or even looking at her like he is right. ΠOW. “Yes. I was so confused I just took the stray home. ” I admit with heavy sarcasm in an attempt to pull his attention away from Harper and on me

“Plus there was construction. Harper straight up growls. “Stop calling me a stray before I castrate you!”. “Hide the knives. ” Ryan teases as he plops o nto the couch in the living room and spreads his arms wide. “She looks like she means it. “I’m a lover not a fighter. ” I a dmit with a wink. “More like a fucker not a lover. ” Blake adds agai n earning me another hateful stare from Ryan as Bl ake opens up the six pack and hands one to Harper. Since when does he sha re his beer? . It doesn’ t sit wel l with me. Even an hour later when it’s dark an d we’re all sitting in the living ro om eating pizza and watching Netflix. He keeps of fering her random shit. Need a nother napkin? . Anot her s lice? . Oh look your drin ks empty. He’s being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn’t he know Ryan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going fr om texting on his phone to watching the movie to texting again. He’s p robably horny. Wha tev er. I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I’ve officially lost it . Without putting too much thought into it, I move from the chair to the couch she’s si tting on Ryan’s on her right. Blake is on the floor facing the tv and I’m suddenly hot. Like reall y hot . I grab a blanket from the chair next to me and to ss it over Harper then get up and make sure all t he lights are off as Ryan clicks on the next movie . It’s the second Quiet Place movie which I’ll never admit gave me n ightmares for at least two weeks. Harper still s next to me when I sit. “More like a fucker not a lover. ” Blake adds agai n earning me another hateful stare from Ryan as Bl ake opens up the six pack and hands one to Harper. Since when does he sha re his beer? . It doesn’ t sit wel l with me. Even an hour later when it’s dark an d we’re all sitting in the living ro om eating pizza and watching Netflix. He keeps of fering her random shit. Need a nother napkin? . Anot her s lice? . Oh look your drin ks empty. He’s being so fucking nice I want to strangle him. Doesn’t he know Ryan hates that? And yet Ryan ignores everything, going fr om texting on his phone to watching the movie to texting again. He’s p robabl y horny . Wha tev er. I kick the coffee table then look up. Harper frowns at me like I’ve officially lost it . Without putting too much thought into it, I move from the chair to the couch she’s si tting on, Ryan’s on her right. Blake is on the floor facing the tv and I’m suddenly hot . Like reall y hot. I grab a blanket from the chair next to me and to ss it over Harper then get up and make sure all t he lights are off as Ryan clicks on the next movie . It’s the second Quiet Place movie which I’ll never admit gave me n ightmares for at least two weeks

Harper still s next to me when I sit. The flat screen is the only light flickering through the massive living room and I’m feeli ng buzzed. From the beer or from sitting next to Harper I’m really not sure, but I like it . I have a million sensations pulsing through my body as I sit next to her, thigh to thigh . I dip my hands under the blanke t pulling it over my lap then r each across and grip her thigh. She j umps a foot . Ryan laughs, slapping his leg. “Y ou’re such a chicken shit, Harper , do you need to close your eyes? . “Shut up. ” She smacks him in the arm, he smacks her back, forcing h er to scoot closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together and that awareness won’t go away no matter how many times I try to ignore it. I side eye Blake who seems to be more in terested in the movie and his pizza befo re I slide my hand down her thigh again. She’s w earing l eggings. I can f eel her pulse. Her body heats as my fingers dance along her thigh, toyi ng with her, playing with her, trying to see how far I ca n push her with her brother sitting mere inches from her. She stiffen s—spoiler al ert-so do l. I’ve never been so fucking horny in my life. I adjust myself underneath the blanket and try to focus on the movie, then after a few minutes, I move my hand up and dip it into her waist, adjusting my legs so it looks like I’m gettin g more comfortable on the couch when really I’m shoving my hand down his sister’s pants. Her fingers dig into my leg . Ilean in and whi sper. “Sorry, I wanted a snack. She turns her head, her mouth inches from mine, “There’s some pizza left” . “I wanted pussy. ” I whisper. She gulps. “Yo u don’t know w hat you want. “Shhhhh! ” Ryan sh oves her. I pull my hand away fr om her heat, my body de vastated with the loss. With a sigh she gets up and mumbles. “ I’m going to the bathroom. ” Leaving me wondering if I’ve pushed her too far. The guys are oblivio us so I get up. “Any one want more beer?” . “Sure. ” Ryan yawns. Blake shakes his head completel y blitzed out as he takes anoth er drag of his vape. “Nahhhhh. He’s so stoned he probably thinks he’s at his house. “Cool. ” I bypass the k itchen and go straight to the guest bathroom. I knock on the do or twice. She cr acks i t open . I shove it further, then shove her against the counter, and kiss the hell out o f her slamming and locking the door behind us. “Fuck not doing this,” jerk away briefly. “I’m going to have you and you’re going to come so hard you see stars. “Easton,” H er eyes fill with panic. “Make no mistake,” I whisp er against her mouth. “Thi s time the lights are on