Chapter 8
She had me at good morning.
Flynn
I brace myself when I hear Sophia’s heels click on the wooden floor as she walks to the kitchen the next morning. I’m feeling rough today after a night spent laying awake in my bed hoping and praying Sophia would bust into my room and seduce me.
I squeeze the back of my neck and force those thoughts away. I do not want my best friend’s little sister to come onto me. I want – no, need – her to stay away. Otherwise, there’s no way I can keep my hands to myself.
“Good morning,” Sophia greets as she enters the kitchen. “Please tell me there’s coffee.”
She’s gorgeous, all dressed up for a day in the office, with her high heels, tight skirt, and frilly blouse. She’s fresh and clean, and all I can think about is stripping those clothes off of her and showing her how fun dirty can be.
My cock wakes up but I clear my throat and order him to calm down. There will be no fulfilling of any fantasies involving Sophia in this lifetime.
I motion to the coffee pot. “I know you can’t survive without coffee.”
“I can, but I choose not to.”
“Which is why you used to sneak into the kitchen early in the morning during high school to brew coffee before your parents woke up.”
She rolls her eyes. “I don’t know why they wouldn’t let me drink coffee. All my friends were allowed to drink coffee in high school.”
“Maybe because you drank an entire pot one day and then decided to try out for the field hockey team because and I quote here, ‘how hard can it be?’.”
She grimaces. “My parents are still mad about how much the dentist charged to fix my tooth.”
“You should have worn a mouth guard.”
“I thought the other girls on the team were pranking me. I didn’t realize girls actually wear mouthguards playing field hockey.”
“Maybe you shouldn’t have tried out for a sport you knew nothing about.”
She shrugs. “I had all this excess energy, and the tryouts were happening. It was a match made in heaven.”
I chuckle. “For the dentist.”
“You’re one to talk. You joined the debate team to impress some chick.”
I grin. “Ah, Stacey.”
“As I recall, you got kicked off the team after you got caught smoking with Stacey in the back of the bus.”
“Worth it.”
“Was it worth all the Saturdays Dad made you work at the store to pay back the money for the suit they bought you?”
Since her dad owns the hardware store in town and working for him sparked my interest in building things, it was. “Yep.”
“Men,” she mutters and picks up the mug I left next to the coffee pot.
“There’s milk in the fridge and sugar on the table.”
“No sugar for me.”
“Since when don’t you drink sugar in your coffee?” She used to pour a cup of the white stuff in her coffee in high school.
She makes a face. “Since I gained the freshmen fifteen in college.”
“You weren’t fat.” I remember when she came home from Christmas break her freshman year. All of her weight gain went straight to her hips and boobs. I could barely keep my hands to myself. I spent most of the two weeks she was home avoiding her.
“I also wasn’t rich and didn’t have money to buy a new wardrobe since I went up two sizes in clothing.”
Her parents would have gladly paid for new clothes for her, but I don’t remind her of how much money they have. Sophia has an independent streak a mile wide. She doesn’t need any help from her parents.
She pours herself a coffee and adds a bit of milk before taking her first sip. She sighs. “Thank god for coffee.”
“You didn’t sleep well last night?”
A blush spreads across her cheeks and I can’t help but wonder how far her blush reaches. Do her breasts turn a pretty shade of pink when she’s aroused?
My cock twitches. He’s ready to discover the answer to my question now. He doesn’t want to wait to spread her out on the kitchen counter and have her for breakfast.
I clear my throat and force myself to calm the hell down. Sophia is not on the menu for breakfast. Not today. Not any day.
“I never sleep well in a new bed.”
“Is your mattress uncomfortable? You can switch it with mine,” I offer before my brain realizes sleeping on the mattress Sophia slept on last night is asking for trouble.
“The mattress is fine. I need to adjust to how quiet it is here is all.”
“You didn’t miss Smuggler’s Hideaway while you were gone?”
I cross my feet at the ankles and lean against the kitchen island while Sophia leans against the counter opposite me. She’s close enough to touch, but I’m keeping my hands to myself.
Her lips tilt up in a barely there smile. “Nowhere can compare to Smuggler’s Hideaway.”
“Did you enjoy living in Atlanta?”
“I did. It’s vibrant and lively and there’s always something happening – a concert, a festival, the list goes on and on. Every weekend was a new adventure.”
I frown. The idea of her being in a city all by herself with no family nearby to help out in case of an emergency makes me feel anxious. I’m glad she’s back home. Even if her being home is a temptation I could do without.
“Will you miss working in a big city? Lots more job opportunities than on the island.”
She scowls. “Lots more assholes, too.”
I’m on her before I realize my feet are moving. “What happened?”
She glances away. “Nothing.”
I grasp her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “Don’t lie to me.”
“I’m not lying to you. And, even if I were, it’s none of your business.”
“Wrong. You are my business.”
She rolls her eyes. “Being my brother’s best friend does not make us family.”
“We’re not family but you are my business.”
Her eyes flare and she licks her lips. Her gaze drops to my mouth and I realize I’m caressing her cheek. I drop my hand. “It’s my job to look out for you.”
“I’m not a job.”
She pushes me away and I allow it. I need to keep my hands off of Sophia. I don’t want to give her the wrong impression. Yes, I want her. But I will never act on those desires. It’d be cruel to let her think otherwise.
“I need some water.” She finds a glass in the cupboard and fits it under the water dispenser on the refrigerator.
“Wait!” I shout but it’s too late.
Instead of water pouring into her glass, it spurts straight forward onto her chest. She squeaks as she jumps away from the fridge. I rush to her and catch her glass before it falls to the floor.
“I’m soaked.”
She’s not soaked but her blouse is. Her white blouse is now see-through allowing me a glimpse of her lacy, white bra and her hard nipples.
My cock perks up again. I couldn’t tell him to calm down now if I wanted to. Not when he’s viewing the object of his desire.
“I need to change,” Sophia breathes out. But she doesn’t move. Her chest heaves as she stands in front of me allowing me to drink my fill.
I grunt. All my blood is currently rushing south robbing me of the ability to speak.
She steps closer. “Maybe you want to help.”
My hand lifts and I reach for her. Why am I denying her? Why am I denying myself?
“No one has to know.”
I growl and step back. “You are no one’s dirty little secret.”
Her shoulders droop. “And you don’t want me.” I open my mouth to speak but she holds up a hand. “Don’t say it. I don’t need to hear it again. The first time you explained how you will always consider me a little sister is already tattooed on my brain.”
She rushes out of the room and up the stairs. When I hear the door slam, I can breathe for the first time since she strutted into the room in those high heels.
Sophia is a temptress. I need to stay away from her before my control snaps. Starting now. I grab my keys and hurry out of the house.