the skin on my back, and the combination makes me grit my teeth from how good it feels. She normally keeps her nails short and only occasionally painted pale pink, but when I picked her up at the airport, I noticed that she’d had her nails done for the gala. Now she’s sporting long nails in a burgundy color that I recently decided is my new favorite color. After last night’s blow job with those nails wrapped around my cock, I’m probably going to get hard anytime I see that shade of red.
Just as I grab a condom from the nightstand, I hear the noise downstairs again. This time I stop what I’m doing and listen. That’s when my phone starts to vibrate on the side table, accompanied by what I just figured out is someone knocking on the front door.
I groan—but not in the way I have been for the past fifteen minutes. This groan is because I suspect I know who’s ruining my morning. Sage lets out her own grunt of dissatisfaction.
“If I kill whoever that is, will you miss them? I’ll restrain myself if you say yes, but it’s going to be difficult.”
I blow out a long breath. “My parents will miss her. She’s their only daughter,” I say, then roll off Sage and flop onto my back.
My cock is still hard as a rock, but it won’t stay that way for long now. Suspecting that my sister is downstairs and that she won’t take my ignoring her as a hint to leave will solve that problem before I know it.
Wincing a little, I pull my boxer briefs back on, along with a pair of pants, and then grab my phone. Five texts from Marissa, starting with a straightforward open the door to a more threatening I’m not going away until I meet her light up the screen, along with one that’s just a whole bunch of nonsensical emojis.
Sage rolls over and buries her head in the pillows. I have to look away because now her perfect ass is on display, and if I want my erection to subside anytime soon, I can’t look at her naked body. Hell, I probably can’t look at her clothed either, at least not in the next little while.
“You just stay here. I’ll see what my satanic sister wants and then be right back.”
She mumbles from under the pillows. “Will you be mad if I take care of this situation myself while you’re gone?”
I close my eyes and try to picture anything other than that scenario but quickly realize that there’s no hope. If I know she’s up here finishing herself off, that won’t help anything. Unfortunately, I’m way too invested in wanting Sage to feel good, which means denying her isn’t an option, so I’m just going to have to tough this out.
“I, um… well—” I falter over a few more attempts until all I can do is busy myself by putting a shirt on.
When the shirt is over my head and covering my face for a moment, I finally hear Sage laugh. She turns back over and then sits up so she’s leaning back on her forearms. Her hair is a beautiful mess and her skin is still flushed, but now she has a wry half smile on her face.
“I was kidding. Do you really think I could sit up here and do that while you’re downstairs with your sister? Come on, family members in the living room is a total mood killer.” She crawls off the bed with a heavy sigh. “Give me a few minutes. I don’t want it somehow written all over my face that I was just writhing on you, so maybe some cold water will help. I’ll be down in a bit.”
I watch her firm backside and long legs disappear into the bathroom and can’t hold back my grin. Jesus. I’m so into this woman it’s not even funny. She’s the whole package—sexy, smart, sweet, and perfectly sarcastic. I didn’t even know I had a package I wanted, but there she is. And as much as I want to call this some insane reaction to great sex, it’s more than that. Sage is more than just her looks or her attitude and so much more than the woman I first met who refused to be swayed by my charm. She’s… everything.
I freeze in place. She’s everything? I’m not even sure what to do with that thought other than to panic and question if there’s