Chapter 24 Annalise
TWENTY-FOUR
ANNALISE
Sebastian isn’t in bed when I wake up the next morning.
I get out of bed, slipping into a pair of sleep shorts and a tank I know will drive him wild, and head downstairs to find him.
He’s reading some mystery novel on the couch, wearing my favourite pair of grey sweats and no shirt, a fire burning in the fireplace.
I smile to myself as I slowly saunter towards him.
He looks up from his book, his eyes taking their time to trail my body.
When I’m just a few steps from him, he closes his book and grabs my hand, pulling me onto his lap.
I giggle as his hands find my hips, pulling me close.
“Good morning,” he whispers, his lips finding mine for a soft kiss.
“Good morning,” I whisper back.
He pulls back, tucking my hair behind my ear.
“You know what would have made it a better morning?” I ask.
“What?”
“If you were in bed when I woke up. I was looking forward to some amazing morning sex. Once we go back home, I won’t be able to indulge like I do here.”
His eyes fill with heat. “Trust me, baby, I’ll be getting my fill of you back home, too.”
I grind down on his lap, trying to get more of a reaction from him as I lean down and nip his lip. He groans, and I feel him harden beneath me. His right hand moves from my hip to between my legs, pulling the material of my shorts to the side.
“No reason we can’t have a little fun right here,” he says. His finger drags through my slick folds, and he groans. “Already so wet for me.”
I nod, and he slowly presses two fingers inside me. He bends them, finding that spot that has my orgasm building. I immediately reach for the waistband of his sweats, pulling them down just enough for his cock to pop free.
“I want you inside me,” I moan.
He slowly pulls his fingers out of me, licking them clean as I grip his cock and position it at my entrance.
I slowly slide down him, the stretch of taking him not as uncomfortable as it was the first few times.
I brace myself on his shoulders as I roll my hips, and he pulls the fabric of my tank top down until my breasts pop free.
His lips wrap around a nipple, and I moan his name.
I’m completely wrapped in the feeling of Sebastian stretching me and his tongue laving at my nipple that I don’t notice anything changes until I hear, “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING?”
My eyes fly open, and I look towards the front door where the sound came from, only for my eyes to clash with my brother’s.
He looks like steam is going to start coming out of his ears.
I’m in shock, unsure of what to do. Thankfully, Sebastian acts fast and rights my tank top, pulling me close to him.
“Walker, what are you doing here?” I ask.
“I came to see you.”
I bury my face in Sebastian’s neck and wave at my brother like an idiot.
“Man, can you give us a minute? We’ll come find you,” Sebastian says.
I can’t find it in myself to look at Walker for a response. I hear the slamming of the front door, and I’m torn between laughing or crying hysterically. Never in a million years did I think my brother would walk into the cabin and find me riding his best friend while he sucked on my tits.
Sebastian kisses my cheek. “Baby, we should probably clean up and go talk to him.”
I pull back, still feeling him hard inside me, and I can’t help my laugh. “How are you still hard?”
“There’s no way I wouldn’t be with your perfect pussy wrapped around me. But unfortunately, that needs to end.”
I nod and slowly lift myself off him, righting my shorts before I run upstairs and clean up in the washroom. A few minutes later, Sebastian finds me as I’m leaning against the counter, head dipped, trying to prepare myself for the upcoming confrontation.
I offer him a weak smile, noticing he’s changed his sweats and thrown on a T-shirt.
He looks down at himself and smirks. “I kind of had a wet spot on my crotch.”
I bite my lip, his entire demeanour somehow keeping me calm.
He walks into the washroom, wrapping his arms around me and pulling me into his chest as he kisses the top of my head. “I know this isn’t how either of us imagined telling him, but the cat’s out of the bag now. We might as well face him.”
I nod against his chest and take a deep breath. When I feel like I’ve gathered my strength, I step back and offer him my hand before leading him downstairs and out the front door to confront my brother.
Walker is pacing the porch when we finally emerge. Rage fills his expression when he sees us. He takes a step towards Sebastian, and I step in the way, hoping that with me between them, Walker won’t throw a punch.
“Walker, back the fuck up,” I say.
His eyes bounce between the two of us before he raises both hands and takes five steps back.
“I told you,” he says. “I fucking told you, not my sister.”
“Walker,” Sebastian starts, but Walker cuts him off.
“I brought you into my family. I brought you to family dinners as a teen, I’m the one who’s been there for you all these years, and now you go and spit on all of that by sleeping with my sister?”
“I’m not just sleeping with her,” Sebastian says, his hand finding my hip and squeezing.
“How can you call me your friend when you went and did the one thing I told you not to? Anyone but her.”
“Why, Walker?” I ask. “What is so bad about Sebastian wanting to be with me?”
Walker’s rage turns to me. “And you! You’re my sister. You really had to go and sleep with my best friend? It’s like neither of you care about me and you used me as a way to get to each other.”
My eyes widen, and I shake my head in shock.
That is not what this was at all. Sebastian and I didn’t even meet until Walker brought him over, and neither of us has chosen the other over Walker.
That’s actually the exact opposite of what’s happened, and Walker’s whole woe-is-me attitude is really pissing me off right now.
“I’m gonna need you to step off your high horse for a fuckin’ minute,” I say.
“What is that supposed to mean?” Walker spits.
“Neither of us has chosen anything over you, but right now, your behaviour is making that choice real easy if you make me choose.”
Pain crosses Walker’s face, but he crosses his arms over his chest as though he’s going to give me time to continue and stop acting like a confrontational ass.
“I don’t understand how you’ve jumped to us being together is choosing each other over you.” I shake my head.
“He’s my friend,” Walker says indignantly.
I cross my arms over my chest, matching his stance. “Again, I’m not following. He can be my boyfriend and your friend. The two aren’t mutually exclusive.”
Walker stays silent.
“Man, being with your sister doesn’t mean I stop being your friend. We can do all the same things we did before. I still love you like a brother.”
Walker shuffles on his feet, and the move immediately reminds me of how he’d behave as a kid.
“Please don’t tell me this is a matter of you not wanting to share, Walk.”
He glares at me, and I know I’ve hit the nail on the head.
I throw my arms out to the sides. “He’s a person, not a fuckin’ toy.”
“He was my friend first. Now he’ll choose you first all the time. He’ll have less time for me, and when you guys eventually have kids, there goes my best friend.”
I laugh, a full-belly aching laugh leaving me, causing me to bend at the waist. “You’re tellin’ me—” My laughter breaks through. “You’re tellin’ me that Sebastian rejected me eight years ago because you didn’t want to share him with me and you were worried about when we have kids?”
I shake my head at this. One, treating Sebastian like he’s a toy is beyond weird, and two, it all seems so childish.
Sebastian and I are both adults and can decide how we prioritize our time.
If Walker had voiced his concerns, it all could have been addressed.
Eight years ago, I can understand his initial reaction a little.
He was eighteen. But now I’m more pissed than anything.
I struggled emotionally for months because Walker didn’t want to share his friend with me, yet he was the one always bringing him over to the house and brought him on the trip.
I want to scream. I want to stomp my feet and shake my fists.
Walker at least has the decency to look a little ashamed right now. “So does this mean you’re together, then?” he asks.
“Yes,” Sebastian and I answer at the same time, and I smile at him over my shoulder.
“Like together together? Not just…” He shivers before he says, “sleeping together.”
“Annalise is my girlfriend, if that’s the clarification you’re looking for,” Sebastian says. “And you’re still my best friend.”
Walker sits in one of the deck chairs and runs his fingers through his hair. “You two have officially scarred me for life. I did not think I’d be walking in on”—he shakes his entire body as though he’s trying to get something off of him—“that.”
Sebastian takes the other chair and pulls me onto his lap.
“There’s this thing called knocking,” I say.
“It’s the family cabin. I didn’t even know he was here! I thought you were alone,” he argues.
“So you thought it was wise to show up at the cabin unannounced when I was here alone and just walk in? As though that wouldn’t give me a heart attack?”
“Well, it’s not like you’ve been responding to my texts,” he says.
I bite my lip, realizing I’ve probably let my phone die because I haven’t used it the whole trip. A gentle wind comes through, causing me to shiver, and Sebastian says, “We should get you inside before you freeze.”
I slide off his lap, and Walker watches us, eventually following us inside.