31. Grady
GRADY
Shit.
“Blake.” I lamely call her name, but she doesn’t stop.
I watch her lily-white ass crawl out of the tent, then drop my head back on the hard ground.
“Ouch,” I grit out, rubbing the back of my scalp but knowing I deserve the pain.
I just betrayed one of my best friends.
I had mindless… mind-blowing… totally epic… sex with his sister.
He’ll never forgive me for this.
Fuck!
Why couldn’t I just control myself?
Because you’ve wanted her since the second you saw her naked.
And it was worth it, man. That was awesome!
It doesn’t matter if it was awesome. It shouldn’t have happened, and now I’ve gone and pissed her off by saying that.
Why did I have to open my mouth ?
I couldn’t have just quietly held on to my guilt for a little minute longer?
Instead, I had to say that shit while I was still inside her.
Shit, I’m in love with her pussy.
That felt so fucking good, I’m still struggling to think straight.
It’s not until I hear a splash of water outside that I jerk up, pulled from my internal wailing by a warning alarm.
Is she getting back into that freezing-cold lake?
Wrestling my boxers back up, I ignore the sticky mess and scramble out of the tent, catching my back on the zipper and scratching my skin as I stand up too fast.
“Ow, shit,” I mutter, quickly searching for her.
She’s by the lake, ankle-deep in the water and splashing herself, cleaning up her inner thighs and looking like a goddess in the afternoon sunlight.
She’s so beautiful.
I love her shape. Her curves. She’s all smooth lines, her petite edges carved from alabaster.
Alabaster?
Seriously, dude. Pull yourself together!
Closing my eyes, I spin away from her and head to my pile of clothes from earlier today, wrestling them back on.
I can’t think right now. I just have to do.
Shifting into practical mode, I try to rescue myself from the maelstrom that wants to wreak havoc on my brain, but it’s an impossible task.
Lighting a fire does nothing to still the thoughts whipping through me.
I slept with Wily’s sister.
No, I didn’t. I just… screwed her. There was nothing ro mantic about that encounter. It was horny and lusty. We may as well have been making a porn movie!
It wasn’t that bad. You pleasured each other.
But I’ve… never done something like that before.
I’m all about the romance, the intimacy. I’ve never just had sex.
Until now.
Until that vixen brought out a side of me that I couldn’t control.
I don’t like it.
Okay, maybe I do, just a little bit.
Because it’s everything Teah and I weren’t.
What I just experienced in that tent was wild and unchecked. It was pure abandon, and I’ve never felt a rush like it.
I shouldn’t be regretting that shit, but… I can’t help it.
She’s Wily’s sister!
His baby sister!
The one he adores and would protect with his life.
Hearing a rustle behind me, I glance over my shoulder in time to see Blake picking her way back to the tent.
She’s on tiptoes, avoiding sharp rocks, her arms stretched wide to keep herself balanced.
She’s still totally naked, and my body responds to her on instinct.
A flush of molten desire flows right through me, and I have to force myself to turn away, to focus back on the small flame I’m trying to coax.
Leaning forward, I gently blow on the fire. It moves and shifts under my soft commands and starts to catch on the rest of the kindling.
Blake is obviously watching me, I can sense it, but I refuse to look and end up sagging with relief when she crawls back into the tent.
I hear her wrestling to get dressed with little grunts and muttered curses.
I get it. Dressing inside a space that small can be frustrating, but I know that’s not what’s really bothering her.
We should probably talk about it, but I don’t know what to say.
All I know is that it can’t happen again, and I have to show a lot more self-control. I’m not here to screw around with her. I’m here to help her find peace, and shoving my dick inside her is not going to do that.
Fuck. I’m such a selfish prick.
Scrubbing a hand down my face, I stare at the flames and promise myself to do better.
I have to. Because she deserves better. And so does Wily.