Chapter 22 #2
Her walls clamped on my dick, drawing my orgasm from the depths of my body.
I felt like she was draining my brain cells, leaving me feeling weak and slow. All I knew was that I wanted to stay inside her forever. But the position was awkward, so with a kiss on the spot that I'd bitten, I eased out of her.
I tucked my dick into my briefs and pulled up my slacks without bothering to zip or button them.
I needed to grab a washcloth and clean the mess that we'd made, but she turned and stood in front of me. She wrapped her hands around my neck, kissing me long and deep.
It barely registered that the lock turned in the door, and it swung open.
"What the fuck is going on?" Tom asked, and I jumped away from Reina.
She pulled up her dress to cover her breasts and smoothed her skirt, but her hair was still tangled and mussed. Normally I'd revel in the fact that she looked freshly fucked and sated, but her brother was standing in the doorway, and his expression could only be described as thunderous.
"I didn't know you were coming home," I said weakly, unsure how to handle this conversation. This wasn't how I expected him to find out. I figured he'd be home long after Reina's apartment was completed and she was gone.
Reina held up her palms as if to slow him down. "Tom."
"You're fucking my sister?" He looked from me to Reina, his voice was flat and cold.
"Her bakery burned down, and she needed a place to stay." The excuse sounded weak to my ears.
He'd walked in on me with his sister, and it was beyond obvious what we were doing. I suspected the room smelled like sex, and we were rumpled and disoriented.
It was the worst possible scenario, and there was no talking ourselves out of this.
"Tom, please," Reina pleaded.
Instead of acknowledging Reina, his gaze narrowed on me. "I told you to take care of her, and this is how you do it?"
"She needed a place to stay, and I had a room—" I repeated, wondering why this excuse that had sounded so reasonable a few weeks ago was falling flat now that Tom was hearing it.
"You fucked my sister."
Reina winced. "Stop saying it like that. You're making it sound cheap."
My stomach dropped. This was not going well, and I wasn't doing anything to help the situation. I had to appeal to Tom before he jumped to conclusions and pushed me away. "It wasn't something that either of us planned. It just happened."
That actually sounded worse out loud than it did inside my head.
Reina crossed her arms over her chest and glared at me.
"I rescued her from a fire in her apartment. She was scared that night and needed a place to live. It made sense for her to stay here. I tried to stay away from her—"
Now I could feel Reina's glare boring into the side of my face, but I couldn't stop now.
"But it was impossible." Was I admitting that his sister was a temptation? It was possible he was going to hate that.
"Tell me how fucking her is taking care of her," he growled.
Reina screeched in frustration, her arms falling to her sides. "You two and your stupid promises. I'm not something to be taken care of. I'm a grown woman who can take care of herself."
Then she spun and stomped upstairs.
I was fairly sure she was packing her things, which was not how I saw this evening going. I thought I'd have more time.
I zipped my pants which only made Tom angrier. There was no easy way to fix this. "I'm sorry about how this went down. I was planning to tell you, but I didn't want to stress you out while you were deployed. But I think I'm in—"
He held up his hand. "Save your excuses. I don't want to hear them."
"It wasn't an excuse." I was going to tell him I loved his sister. I should talk to her first, but the situation called for brutal honesty. I didn't see how I'd salvage our relationship otherwise.
He shook his head. "I can't believe you'd betray my trust like this."
"I didn't mean to—"
Reina returned with a suitcase in hand. She waved her hand between us. "I'll let you two hash this out. Apparently, my feelings don't matter."
"This is just one more example of you being immature. How could you fuck my friend?" Tom asked Reina.
I knew it was the wrong thing to say.
She drew up to her full height, and her eyes narrowed on him. "What I do is none of your business. I'm not something that you need to handle or deal with." Then to me, she said, "I'll get out of here so you two can salvage your bromance."
I grimaced, fairly sure that was not meant as a compliment. She was pissed at both of us. I'd bungled this thing terribly, and I wasn't sure I'd have a best friend or a girlfriend after this.
"Cut and run. That's what you do best," Tom said, and I kind of wanted to punch him.
He might have been my friend first, but I was in love with Reina. I'd never felt it more acutely than when he was criticizing her. I needed to protect her, but I couldn't seem to say anything.
Reina walked toward the front door, rolling her small suitcase behind her. "I will not let you talk to me like that. I make my own decisions, and shockingly they have nothing to do with you."
Tom's brows furrowed.
He probably thought he was in the right in this situation, but he'd made a fatal error. He'd treated his sister like she was someone who needed to be managed, and that couldn't be further from the truth.
She paused at the door, turning her head and throwing her hand between us. "You two deserve each other."
With the slam of the front door, she was gone. She'd walked out of my life, and I had a feeling, she wouldn't be coming back anytime soon.