21. JENSEN
21
I f last night wasn’t a clear reminder I’m in deep shit, this morning definitely is.
I wake up feeling light as a feather, with a calmness inside me that wasn’t there before. Rae’s naked body is plastered against my chest, the swell of her ass pressing against my morning wood, and I let out a small grunt.
I graze my nose against her neck, breathing her in. She smells sweet like honey, with a hint of sweat etching through.
“Good morning,” I murmur, pressing my mouth against her skin.
She hums something, keeping her eyes closed, and my hand wanders over her stomach, stroking the soft skin, having every intention of waking her up with my tongue between her thighs. Softly, I start kissing her neck. She slowly begins to stir awake, when my phone starts to buzz on the nightstand.
I groan in annoyance and reach out to grab it.
“What?” I rumble.
“What is this? The animal shelter? Sorry, I couldn’t hear you over all the barking. I think I have the wrong number because I’m looking for my brother. Not a damn beagle,” my sister’s sassy voice says.
“A beagle? You know damn well I’d be a fucking pitbull if I were a dog.”
“One,” she starts, “you are a dog—most of the time. Two, you might bark like a bulldog, but you’d be a cute little chihuahua with a tutu. More bark than bite.”
“If I’m a chihuahua, you’re one of those damn pugs. You know, with the flat faces?”
“I hate you. I’m uninviting you to my birthday.”
“That's not for another month.”
“I know.”
“Good morning, Della,” I drawl, glancing at Rae, who’s looking at me with a lazy glaze in her gorgeous brown eyes. Her blonde hair is spread out over the pillow while her naked body is covered with the white sheets, the first rays of sunshine lighting up her bright eyes.
She looks like a goddess.
“Good morning, big brother. How have you been? You almost gave our mother a heart attack last night.”
“You mean it didn’t work?” I joke.
“Nope. She’s still alive and kicking. I was silently applauding you, though.”
My lips curl. “Thanks, sis. I’m just going to avoid her until I get to New York.”
“And then what? You’re gonna do as she says and fix it all?”
I push out the air in my lungs, running my fingers through Rae’s messy hair.
“Yeah, I guess.”
Staring at the gorgeous blonde makes it extremely difficult to see that happen, though.
“Which is what? Your loveless relationship? You don’t really want to get back together with Emily, right? I don’t like her.”
“I thought you got along with her just fine? You go shopping with her.”
“Because mom makes me,” she screeches incredulously, “but she’s boring. She only talks about how many followers she has or how much money everyone has.”
I sigh, pinching the bridge of my nose, just thinking of Emily. When we started dating, she was fun. She was hot. She was also busy most of the time, so even though we were dating, I still did whatever the fuck I wanted. It wasn’t until we became official, and she started hanging out with my mother on a regular basis, that I realized I was in deep shit.
Suddenly, she was invited to family events, spending Christmas with us on the East coast, and before I knew it, she silently moved herself into my condo. It wasn’t until Bodi made me realize I never really had a decent conversation with her that wasn’t about fashion, who fucked who, or whatever new designer bag she wanted next, that I knew it wasn’t going to work out. I’m a simple guy, but I still look for a bit more than that in a relationship.
“I know. It’s just—”
“It’s just you agreed to stay together until dad is elected?” Della interrupts.
“You know about that?”
“I’m seventeen, Jensen. Not eight. Besides, I'm the only one still living at home. You think they could hide something like that from me?”
“Yeah, pretty much.”
“The maids know everything,” she sounds smug, “and I talk to the maids.”
“Right.”
To me, my little sister is just that. My little sister, but last year, she showed me how much she grew up. Even though I’ve always been close with her, I love how she and I seem to grow even closer lately. Sharing our daily life but mostly confiding in each other about our family frustrations.
“Just let it go, Jensen,” she says, after a few silent moments while Rae brushes her fingers along my arm in a way that I’m sure is meant to be comforting but is actually arousing.
“What do you mean?” I ask, my gaze locked with Rae’s, making it that much harder to hear Della. A lopsided grin haunts her face. A taunting and sexy look, seductive, combined with the sparkle in her eyes.
“Don’t take her back. Just leave it. Leave her . Fuck dad. If he isn’t going to be elected as governor because you broke up with your girlfriend, he shouldn’t be elected anyway. Because clearly, it’s not about him, then. Is it?”
I whistle. “Don’t let mom hear you. She might ground you, Della.”
“Whatever. I just think it’s bullshit.”
“Our reputation reflects—”
“On him. I know. I’ve heard it just as much as you did growing up. I’m not running for governor, though, and neither are you. It’s bullshit, and you know it. Listen to your little sister and just do whatever you want. Dump the superficial bimbo.”
“Okay, who are you and where did you hide my little, dumb sister? She’s about yay high, with a smart mouth, and looks like a clone of Kathleen Jensen?”
“You’re the one fake dating some girl you don’t even like to please mother, and I’m the dumb one?”
“Ouch, burn, sis.” I chuckle.
She’s right, though. Della speaks with a level of confidence I never had, but then again I always tried to protect her from ever needing to. Since the day she was born, I made sure my mother’s negative attention was on me. Always pushing her boundaries so Della would look like the perfect daughter that she is.
And hearing her talk like a woman that is opening her eyes to the truth of our family, I regret nothing.
Rae’s hand moves lower, her fingers now running through my happy trail, and I do my best to stay focused as she gives me a playful grin.
“Stop,” I mouth, still listening to my sister telling me to do whatever I want.
“What?” she whispers back, innocently.
“—but you know how she gets,” Della tells me, even though I’m hardly listening. “How is that girl, though? Tell me more about her?”
“Hmm?” I hum, distracted by the little vixen beside me.
“That girl! Rae Stafford? Have you seen her after that? I think I’ve seen her at one of your games. Are you dating her?”
I silently gasp for air when Rae wraps her hand around my cock and starts stroking it up and down. Oh shit, that feels good.
“Err... No!” I reply, louder than intended. “Yes. Euh, I’m still seeing her every now and then. Actually, Della, I gotta go. We’ll talk in New York, okay?”
“What? Why?”
“Bye, sis!” I blurt, hanging up the phone and throwing it beside me on the carpet floor. I lick my lips when I turn my face toward the little minx that’s fucking with my head.
“What are you doing?” I growl, as I pull her closer.
“Just telling you good morning.” Her gold eyes peer up at me in amusement, and for a brief moment, it feels like something goes through my heart.
The image of Rae waking up in my bed on a regular day flashes through my mind as quickly as it's gone, and I frown in confusion.
“What is it?” she asks, noticing the change on my face.
Quickly, a smile forms on my lips while my thumb moves up and down her jaw. I don’t know what this girl is doing to me, but I do know it’s something I haven’t felt before. Like every time I look into her eyes, I’m craving for more. Desperate to feel her next to me. To hear her piss me off with her snarky comments, or make me laugh when she rolls her eyes at me.
“Nothing. Good morning, baby.”
“Good morning.” She beams.