Chapter Twelve
“Hello, honey!” My mother’s excited voice comes through my speakerphone and rings through our hotel room.
I’d meant to call her back sooner, but the conversation I had with Saint in the car left me annoyed and irritable, and I needed some time to calm down.
I understand where she’s coming from, especially in terms of not wanting to ruin my mother’s day, but it pissed me off that it was even a problem at all.
That the prospect of Saint and me being together for the rest of our lives could ruin anything.
That my mom would still have such an issue with it even years later.
“This isn’t right, and you’ll understand when you get older.” She’d always say. Well, now I’m older, and I’m still obsessed with Saint.
We love each other, for fuck’s sake. What is the big fucking deal?
You know what the big deal is, my mind immediately responds.
“Hey, Mom. We made it here and just got to our hotel,” I tell her, knowing that’s going to be her first question. I sit on the loveseat in the corner of our room, wearing only briefs after the shower I unfortunately did not take with Saint.
“We? Oh, I hadn’t realized you were bringing someone!”
My eyebrows pull, wondering if she actually thought I was bringing a date. “I told you Saint was thinking about coming.” As if she heard me, Saint comes out of the bathroom fresh from her shower without a scrap of clothing on her, and I almost drop my phone.
“Oh, yes, of course! You hadn’t told me that she was officially, so I wasn’t sure.”
“Yep, she’s coming. We’re excited to see you.
” Saint’s eyes meet mine while I am very obviously ogling her.
Dragging my gaze down her gorgeous frame, I feast my eyes on her rich caramel skin that was glistening with what I’m guessing is her body oil instead of her usual lotion, based on the slick sheen.
You know what you’re doing, I tell her with my eyes.
“I am too. Mike’s son will be here, so it’ll be nice to have all of our kids together for the first time.”
Saint shoots me a look, and I can already tell what it means. See, this is definitely not the time to tell her.
“Well, we should be there at seven. We have to finish getting ready,” I say, ignoring the implication that Saint and I are one, still kids and two, siblings.
“Sounds lovely. See you soon,” she says before she disconnects the call.
“All of our kids, huh? Maybe we’ll take family photos,” Saint says sarcastically, and I’m off the couch before she can make another comment. I push her to the bed, moving her so she’s face down on the plush comforter with her ass up in the air.
“I don’t want to talk about that,” I say.
“Wild…” she whines.
“I want you to feel my hands on you for the rest of the night. Because thanks to your idea, I have to stand in a room and not touch you the way I want to. Not look at you the way I want to. Pretend you’re not mine, and I’m not yours, and I don’t fucking like it.
” I get up on the bed behind her and lower my briefs just enough to free my dick.
“You know I’m fucking yours, don’t you?” I lean over and move her hair gently—grateful that she hasn’t styled it yet because she’d definitely be pissed about me messing up her hair—to press my lips to the small tattoo behind her ear. “You know you’re fucking mine?”
She nods and pushes her ass back against me, like her wet cunt is searching for my dick to slide back on. I drag my dick slowly up her crack and feel her tense slightly. We weren’t strangers to anal sex, but she usually likes multiple drinks and even more orgasms first.
“Not now. Later,” I whisper, pulling her up onto her knees so her back rests against my chest. I press my lips to her neck while dragging my fingers slowly down her sides and up the front of her torso.
I run a single digit lightly up her stomach between the valley of her breasts.
“Remember this feeling. Remember how I feel.”
Her eyes flutter closed before letting out what sounds like a sigh of content, and I love that she’s always been able to completely let her guard down with me. “I will never forget how it feels. It’s ingrained in my memory. My body knows yours by heart.”
I run my hands along her hips, dragging my thumbs along my favorite space to grip when I’m fucking her from behind.
I feel her words everywhere—my heart, my head, my dick. “Good,” I grunt in her ear.
“Touch me,” she begs while I’m carefully stroking the skin just below her ass cheeks.
“Later.” I lick the side of her neck slowly.
“I want you needy. I want this in the back of your mind for the rest of the night.” I slide each of my thumbs across my tongue before running them over her nipples.
I rub them slowly before rolling them between my fingers, leaving them erect and wet.
“Tonight,” I whisper low in her ear. “I know it’s been a while since we’ve been back in North Carolina, but it’s different.
We are different. And I’m not going to let anyone tell us we can’t be together.
Do you understand?” She swallows, but she doesn’t respond, so I pinch her nipples a little harder. “Say it.”
“I understand,” she whispers.
“Now, we should finish getting ready so we aren’t late,” I say with a final kiss to her neck before I get off the bed.
She turns around and glares at me. I know she’s wound up and was hoping that little exchange would have led to an orgasm.
Getting up, she moves to her suitcase and pulls out a pair of underwear before sliding them up her legs.
“I didn’t realize that Mike had a son. Have you met him? ” she asks, and I shake my head.
“No. He lives somewhere out West. Maybe Colorado? I actually couldn’t tell you.
He’s a free spirit, according to Mom, so he hasn’t really been around.
” I shrug because I don’t know much about Mike’s son other than the fact that he’s around my age.
I think my mother has only met him twice, and both times were brief, when he was passing through town.
“I wonder if that’s a free spirit, like he travels a lot and has plans to climb Mount Everest?
Or a free spirit like he isn’t good at holding down a job and mostly couch surfs?
” She chuckles before she grabs her dress from the closet and slides it up her frame.
It’s black and silky with an open back, and I already know it’s going to take a lot of fucking restraint not to drag my fingers across it while I’m talking to her or even walking by her.
I can almost feel the spark that comes when I touch her lower back to guide her somewhere.
There’s a hint of cleavage, but the sexiest part of the dress is the slit up the side that stops just above her knee.
A flash of sliding my hand up her leg to grab her thigh and grind her against my dick comes into my mind.
“Wild?” she says, and I realize that I’ve just been staring at her.
“Sorry, baby.”
“You’re staring.”
“You’re stunning.” A flirty smile pulls at her lips, and I can tell she’s fighting for it to break out into a full-on grin. “But I’ve been staring at you for years. This is nothing new.”
“Well, try to remember how not to openly ogle me. We’re going to be in a room filled with a lot of people.”
“Yeah, because I’ve always been great at that.”
Halle: 17 years old
Sebastian: 18 years old
I am ready to fucking go, are my only thoughts as my grandparents continuously go on about how proud they are of me.
How excited they are about my college plans and that I’m going to do great things.
We are three hours into my high school graduation party, and all I wanted to do was go somewhere to have a very private party with Saint.
And of course, just the floating thought of her has me searching through the party for jade green immediately.
I swear she’d given me about twenty different dresses to choose from, wanting me to pick out the dress she wore tonight.
Of course, all of them looked great on her, but something about this particular shade of green against her brown skin and the cut of the dress—mid-length and straps that tied behind her neck—made this one my favorite.
She’d pulled her dark hair up into a loose updo, giving her a sexy, sophisticated look that I could barely pull my eyes away from.
Look away. Saint has implored me with her eyes at least ten times tonight.
I can’t help it. You look so fucking beautiful, I tried to tell her back.
I find her again talking to a group of our friends with a few guys standing a little too close to her for my liking.
It’s long since become the running joke that “no one is good enough for Sebastian’s sister,” so most guys have stopped even trying, but some of them flirt just to piss me off.
I have very much kept guys from sniffing around her by leaning into the “protective older brother role.”
The sick feeling in the pit of my stomach starts to fester as I think about being away from Saint next year when I’m at college.
I’m not worried that she’ll find someone else, but I am concerned about what will happen if I’m not here to protect her.
I’ve seen her every day for the past thirteen years, and the thought of going weeks, maybe even a month, without seeing her makes me not even want to go.
The idea of taking a year off and waiting for her so we could start college together next year floats through my head again.
I brush it off because I know not only will my mother definitely not go for it, but Saint won't either. I haven’t even brought the idea up to her because I know she’d be against it, even if the thought of me being around a bunch of college girls makes her uneasy.
I shift my gaze like I’m just scanning the room, but I manage to stop my eyes on Saint every time I pass over her.
How am I supposed to be away from her? I can barely stay away from her for longer than a few minutes at a time.