a few scraps of cloth. “And what tweaks do I need?”
She looks up at me, her feet hooked behind my back, a smirk on her lips. “A few,” she teases, running her fingernails up and down my lower back.
My mouth finds her neck, and I kiss the spot right below her ear that makes her moan. “And what would they be?” I murmur against her skin.
“You could kiss lower,” she whispers, her body squirming underneath mine.
There isn’t an inch of her body I don’t want to kiss. My mouth needs to be intimately acquainted with every patch of her skin, knowing how it tastes or feels against my lips. But we haven’t gotten there yet. I’ve learned restraint, something I’d thought impossible.
I move my hands to her arms, stretching them above her head, and I hold them there as my mouth drifts lower. She arches her back, pushing her breasts upward, offering them to me for worship.
“Like this?” I sweep my bottom lip over the swell of her breasts, loving the way she feels and hating myself for liking this so much.
She grinds her middle against me, making it impossible to hold in my moan or stop my dick from getting rock hard. “Lower,” she tells me.
She’s beautiful like this. Natural and uninhibited, a wildness she never shows to the outside world but saves for me. There’s something precious about this side of her that she only shares with me. A sacredness to the way she stares into my eyes, burning for my touch.
I take her nipple between my lips and run my tongue across the top, wanting nothing more than to strip her bare and bury myself deep inside her.
She moans, her back arching like it has every other time I’ve had my mouth on her. Responsive isn’t even a strong enough word to describe Arlo when I taste her body.
There’s pounding at the front door, and Arlo stiffens underneath me. “Are you expecting company?”
I lift up, hanging my head, and I release Arlo’s arms. “No, but it’s never a good sign at this hour.”
“You better go,” she says, pushing against my shoulders when the pounding starts again.
I growl under my breath, hating whoever’s at my door after midnight. “I’ll be right back,” I tell her, adjusting my dick as soon as my feet are on the floor.
She sits up, reaching for the sheet to cover her breasts. “I’m not going anywhere,” she whispers.
I stalk out of the bedroom, down the hallway, and open the door without looking.
Standing on my front porch are two of my cousins, one leaning on the other, barely able to stay upright.
“Hey, cousin,” Rosie says with a big, fake-ass smile. “Luna got into a bit of trouble tonight.”
Shocking…not.
“And?” I ask, getting smacked right in the face with the stench of liquor coming off Luna, wrinkling my nose.
Rosie looks up at me from under her eyelashes, unable to make full eye contact. “I’m wondering if we can crash here tonight?”
I step forward, leaning against the doorframe as Luna sways, and somehow, Rosie keeps her from falling over. “And why would I let you do that? Why didn’t you go to your sister’s?”
“Fuck that,” Luna slurs, her eyes not focusing when she looks at me. “I don’t need the lecture from Gigi.”
“Shut it,” I tell Luna. “You don’t get a vote.”
“Fucker,” she mutters under her breath.
Rosie raises her eyebrows. “If you can’t tell, Luna’s pissed at Gigi. And I can’t take her home like this, or Mom and Dad will lose their shit. Please, please, please, can we stay here tonight?” Rosie begs.
“I have company.”
Rosie blinks, finally looking at me. “And that’s new how?”
I stare at her, my face conveying my unhappiness.
Rosie swallows and sighs. “You won’t even know we’re here,” she promises.
“We’ll be quiet,” Luna adds. “I just need to lie down before I…” She covers her mouth as her cheeks bulge.
“For fuck’s sake,” I hiss, stepping forward and scooping Luna into my arms before she barfs all over my hardwood floors. “This shit has got to stop.”
“It wasn’t her fault this time,” Rosie says, following me into the house as I carry Luna through the living room. “I swear. This time is not like the other times.”
The two of them have been nothing but trouble since the day they hit puberty. But instead of the rest of the family knowing about their party-girl, wild-child ways, they’ve used me and the other older cousins as cover.