CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
SHAY
I wake up to the usual dull thrum of my alarm. My head is pounding, a reminder of the fight last night but also the mess I’m no doubt going to have to clean up today with Blake. I drag myself out of bed and waste no time heading downstairs, hoping a cup of coffee will help in some way.
The house is quiet, minus the soft voices drifting from the kitchen.
When I round the corner, I find Blair leaning over the counter with my dad and her mom on the other side.
Her hair is pulled back into a messy ponytail, and she has a cup of coffee in front of her as she listens to the conversation.
I freeze for a moment. It’s not like I’m shocked to see her here. She is my stepsister now, after all. Still, it’s always a little odd seeing her so at ease in my space. It isn’t that I’m not used to it, but lately, everything feels… different.
“Morning, Shay.” My dad tips his chin. “We were just telling Blair how we’re flying out to LA today. We’ll be gone a couple of days but expect you both to be on your best behavior.”
I nod and move past them to grab a mug out of the cabinet. “So that total rager I was planning will have to wait?”
Blair chuckles, but my dad doesn’t. He’s always so fucking stiff.
I just roll my eyes and pour a heaping amount of coffee into my cup. “What’s happening in LA?”
“It’s my final dress fitting,” Sylvia all but squeals.
Blair raises a brow. “Isn’t it bad luck for the groom to see the bride in her dress before the wedding?”
Sylvia shrugs and curls into my dad with a smile. “Traditionally, yes. But nothing about our relationship has been traditional. Since we aren’t planning a honeymoon right away, I figured we could use this as a sort of pre-honeymoon. A mini trip to the big city before we say ‘I do.’”
I gulp my coffee and swallow loudly. “Bring me back a souvenir.”
Discarding my cup into the sink, I try to slip back to the doorway, but my dad stops me with a hand on my shoulder. “Shay. I’m serious. No nonsense when I’m gone, understood?”
Shrugging away from his touch, I nod. “I got it.”
He studies me for a moment, then moves his hand up and grips my chin between his pointer finger and thumb. “Bruised up with a busted lip. Since when does that happen?”
I pull away, turning my head, and catch Blair giving me the same look. Like she’s agreeing and saying, yeah, what’s up with that? Only, she doesn’t keep it up. As soon as she knows I’ve seen her, she points her sights at my dad and her mom again, breaking the small silence.
“So, when are you guys heading out?”
Sylvia looks at her watch, dragging my dad’s attention with her, giving me enough time to slip past them.
“Oh! We need to leave now. We’re set to board in an hour.” She gathers her purse from the counter, pats the front of her body quickly like she’s making sure she has everything, then looks at my dad.
“I already have the tickets.” He smiles like he read her mind.
“Okay.” She releases a breath, then moves around the counter to Blair and pecks her head. “Be good. Love you!”
“Love you too.”
As they move toward the doorway, I back up and shuffle toward Blair, watching them as they go. I keep my eyes on the front door until they’re on the other side, and I hear the familiar sound of tires rolling over gravel. When it lulls into a distant hum, I turn to Blair.
“Finally.”
I don’t give her a chance to even reply before my lips are on hers. The bitterness from her coffee is still slick on her tongue, but the cherry from her lip balm is sweet. I push my hands into her hair and curl the tips of my fingers, no doubt fucking up her already messy ponytail.
After a few seconds, she pulls away, planting her hand firmly on my chest. “As much as I like this, doesn’t it feel weird doing this here?”
I glance around the kitchen and then back to her. “I mean, no.”
She laughs. “I don’t know. I feel… icky. Like we’re doing something wrong.”
Now, I laugh. “’Cause technically, we are. You’re my sister, duh.”
Blair shoves me hard. “Shut up! I told you not to say that.”
Holding up my hands in mock surrender, I drop my head. “Okay, okay. I tell you what, go pack an overnight bag and get dressed.”
“Forrr?” She draws the word out.
Slinking back up to her, I tilt her chin until she’s looking into my eyes. “I’m going to wine and dine ya, Dollface. If you’re not comfortable here, then I’m going to take you somewhere you can be.”
Blair takes another bite of food, the soft glow of the lamp casting soft shadows over her face.
Honestly, I had no idea where I could take her or what we could do, but I knew getting out of the house was a must. I wanted to be next to her—touch her, kiss her, really feel her—but I knew that wouldn’t happen if we stayed home.
A quick call to book a table and room, a few hours of killing time at the beach till it was ready, and then we finally pulled up to Clear View.
Only Blair wasn’t excited. It almost seemed she was even more uncomfortable.
So, I said fuck the dinner and just snuck us away to our room—private suite, thanks to my dad being a member.
Now, she seems more at ease, pushing her lobster around her plate, talking about shit I can’t even comprehend. It’s been too hard to pay attention. All I can do is stare at her. She’s so fucking beautiful.
“You know what I mean?” Her question snaps me back to the present.
My mind starts to scramble to answer, but I have no idea what she even said. I was too busy counting the light freckles on her cheeks and basking in the glow of her green eyes. Luckily, though, a knock on the door saves me.
Her eyes widen as I stand, and I can’t help but smile. “Calm down. It’s just dessert.”
Instantly, her shoulders relax again as she pushes her plate across the bed and pulls the sheet over her lap.
I open the door and snag the bowl of fruit and bottle of champagne from the room service attendant, then tip him a twenty and close the door.
“I can’t eat any of that. I’m way too full,” Blair comments, holding up her hand as I move back to the bed.
I set the bowl on the bedside table, abandoning it for whenever she’s ready, then pop the cork on the champagne. Luckily, it doesn’t fizz too much, but what does come out, I lap up happily.
“It’s fine. Just have a drink for now,” I reply, passing her the bottle.
As she takes it, I crawl back into the bed beside her and smile as she takes a drink. Her eyes catch mine, and she grins. “You know, I never expected to be sitting in a room, drinking champagne, and feeling so comfortable with you.”
I snatch the bottle back playfully, then bring it to my lips before speaking again. “Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. Remember, you like to fight too much.” I wink
Before I can even swallow the liquid in my mouth, Blair moves to her knees, snags the bottle back, and hurries it back to her mouth. “You’re right,” she laughs, and it’s fucking contagious.
I reach out, trying to take the drink back, but she turns, keeping it pressed against her lips, and pushes her hand into my chest. I don’t stop, though. I drive my chest forward against her palm. She’s already weak from laughing, and the position does nothing to help her.
Her elbow bends, and suddenly, my entire front is pressed against her side. My mouth is only a couple of inches from her cheek, and I’m locked back into the weird hypnosis of staring at her.
Finally, she lowers the bottle and turns to me. Champagne wets her lips, and a drop runs down the side of her mouth to her chin. Without a second thought, I jut out my tongue and lick it up. By the time my tongue hits the corner of her mouth, she opens it, turning her body more into mine.
I grab the bottle from the base, never breaking my lips from hers, and tug. She doesn’t even put up a fight now. She just unravels her fingers from the neck, then slides them to my chest. I drop the bottle, hearing it roll across the floor and not giving a single fuck.
Repositioning, I wrap my hands around her hips and push her back, forcing her flat on her back, then crawl on top of her. I thrust my hips lightly, letting her feel what she’s doing to me. She snakes her legs around me, locks her ankles around my lower back, and cups my face in her palms.
Slowly, I rake one hand up, find the edge of her shirt, and push it up. Her skin is hot under my fingers, and it makes me shiver. Touching her feels so right—so normal. Like, this is how it was always supposed to be.
As soon as my fingers start to fidget with the edge of her bra, her body tenses the slightest bit.
“I can stop,” I whisper against her mouth and move back.
Blair shakes her head quickly and pulls me back to her. “No. I want this.”
Her lips crash into mine again, and although I love the enthusiasm, this is different. I want her to feel comfortable. I want her to be taken care of. She isn’t just another fuck. She’s special.
I find the waistband of her shorts and run my fingers along it. “Are you sure?”
She freezes but nods. “I’m sure. Can you just…”
I pause and raise up so I can really study her face. “It’s okay. We don’t have to do this.”
She shakes her head again. “I’m just… I’m just scared.”
I lean down and plant a soft kiss on her cheek. “What will help?”
Blair glances around the room like she’s inspecting every corner, then brings her eyes back to mine. “Can we turn off the lights?”
I flash her a quick smile and nod. Rising from the bed, I walk to the wall and flip off the overhead light before moving to each bedside lamp and turning them off as well. Cloaked in complete darkness, I reach my hands out in front of me and step slowly until my shins hit the edge of the bed.
I let myself fall back into it easily and find Blair’s body waiting for me. I slide up beside her and move a little slower. “Just breathe, Dollface. I’ll take care of you. I promise.”
Reaching down, I find her knee, then drag my knuckles up the inside of her thigh. Once I make it to her center, a sharp breath leaves her.
“Good girl. Keep breathing. It’s okay.”
My fingers fidget with the waistband of her shorts, tugging on them as she raises up so I can pull them down.
With her bottom half exposed, I lean over and plant soft kisses on her stomach, moving down slowly until I hit her mound.
The light dusting of hair tickles my lips, but it doesn’t stop my pursuit.
Jutting out my tongue, I swipe at her folds and relish in the shiver that takes over her legs.
I reposition, scooting further down the bed, then seat myself right between her thighs.
Unlike the locker room, I take it much slower—softer.
I kiss and lick, savoring every taste that explodes across my tongue.
As I knead her thighs, her legs slowly open wider, and her breaths become more ragged.
Once she’s dripping wet, completely dousing my face, I move up.
Using the back of my hand, I wipe away some of her slickness from my lips and chin, then find her face.
“You’re really good at that,” she whispers, cupping my cheeks in her palms.
“Say the word and I’ll do it again.”
A low chuckle bubbles in her chest, and she shakes her head. “I want something else.”
“And what is that?”
Silence envelops us.
“Come on, Dollface, use your words. Don’t be embarrassed.”
“You. I want you,” she whispers.
I don’t even have it in me to reply. Instead, I dip my head and start trailing kisses from her collarbone up to her neck, then to her cheek.
I make my way to her mouth and let her taste herself on my tongue, all while running my hands along her hips.
Grabbing my cock, I stroke myself slowly for a moment, then rub my length over her center.
I coat myself with her slickness, making sure with every stroke I deepen our kiss, letting her know everything is okay.
When my dick is sleek with her arousal, I tease her opening gently, thrusting my hips featherlight. “Does it feel okay?”
She nods without words, but by the way her legs try to close, I don’t need them.
“Talk to me, Dollface. I need to hear you.”
“Just don’t stop. Please,” she whimpers.
Normally, I’m used to girls throwing themselves at me and doing off-the-wall shit in bed. This is different, though. Normally, I wouldn’t bother, but Blair needs this. I need this .
I continue thrusting lightly, only managing to get the tip of myself in. She’s turned on, sure, but her nerves aren’t letting her relax fully. “I need you to do something.”
Her fingers tremble slightly on my chest as she nods and pulls her face back from mine. “Okay.”
“I need you to reach down and touch yourself. Can you do that?”
She doesn’t answer, but her right hand starts moving, slowly raking down my chest until it’s between us. Her knuckles brush my public bone slightly, but there is no quickness, no excitement. She’s simply doing what she’s told. She’s thinking too much.
“Move your fingers faster, Dollface. Touch yourself like I’m not here,” I coach. “Don’t worry about me at all. I’ll talk you through this, okay?”
Her pace quickens, and within seconds, her legs are relaxing the slightest bit again.
“Good girl. Keep going.”
She listens and doesn’t stop, and neither do I.
Slowly, inch by inch, I push my cock into her warm, waiting pussy.
She’s so tight and smooth. Pure fucking silk.
It takes everything I have in me to control myself.
I’d love nothing more than to pull back out and slam back in, chase that high I know all too well, but I know I can’t do that.
With me fully seated inside her, Blair stops moving, and a shuddered breath leaves her.
“It’s okay. You just need to adjust to me inside you, that’s all. Is it painful?” I ask.
She shakes her head. “No—not now.”
I nod and thrust softly. Even in the darkness, I can see the shadow of her face scrunch before a whimper leaves her lips.
“Shhh. It’s okay. Keep touching that pretty pussy. Don’t stop, okay?”
She nods again, then starts thrumming her fingers again with one hand. Her other snakes under mine and anchors itself to my shoulder. Every time I move, her nails dig into me, but I don’t mind. The slight bite of pain is enough to keep my ass in check so I don’t lose control.
Finally, her whimpers turn to moans, and I quicken my pace.
I lean up slightly, making sure she can keep her hold on me, and find her tits under her shirt in the darkness.
I work her flesh in my palms, massaging them, squeezing them, and giving her nipples soft tugs.
I’m definitely not used to moving so slowly, but something about it feels even more erotic than anything I’ve experienced.
Blair arches her back, and her hands find the sheets below her. She fists them and cries out quietly, but I need more. “Let go. It’s okay. Let me hear you scream.”
Like my voice is a detonator, she does. Loud, booming moans of her pleasure surround us, and it’s all I need to finally come undone. Pulling out, I shoot my seed across her stomach, coating her pale skin and marking her as mine.