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realized two things:

He trusted me with his little sister, and he absolutely shouldn’t have.

Chapter Six

Aubrey

I wanted Wiley in a way I didn’t think I’d wanted anyone before. I didn’t know if it was because of our previous relationship—if you could even call it that—when we’d been young. Or if it was something completely independent of the vague familiarity I felt around him.

But when he’d walked across our deck in a low-slung pair of swim trunks and whipped his shirt off over his head to reveal the most perfectly chiseled set of pecs and abs I’d ever seen, I’d realized that this summer was going to be sheer torture. How could I be around a guy I found this insanely attractive and not go insane myself?

And the way he looked at me . . . I suspected he might have at least a vague interest in me too.

So when Archie said goodnight, I figured we might as well get this out of the way. I wasn’t above making the first move, and if Wiley rejected me, I’d put the whole thing behind me, and we could get on with the business at hand.

The night was sliding down the sky around us, casting darkness to the distant reaches of the deck, and the lights beneath the water glowed in an otherworldly way. It felt like we were alone in the world, Wiley and me, everything else drowned out by the sound of bubbles, the feel of hot water on my limbs, and whiskey sliding down my throat.

“So,” I began, not exactly sure where women who were good at seduction might instruct me to start this effort.

Wiley’s eyes found mine and a slow smile spread over his lips. “So,” he repeated.

“Do you think you’re going to like it here, Wiley?” I watched him as he watched me, saw the way his lids hooded his dark eyes, the way he licked his lips before he answered.

The smile faded a bit. “I guess that depends,” he said.

“On what?”

“On a few things,” he said. “Mostly on whether I’m going to be able to keep reminding myself that you’re my buddy’s sister.”

I let that sink in. There was only one reason I could think of why he’d need to remind himself of that. I set down my glass on the edge of the tub and slowly crossed the distance between us, crouching in the hot water just in front of Wiley, watching him.

“Is that hard to remember?” I asked, my voice almost a whisper, just loud enough to be heard over the bubbles.

A big hand came up and Wiley mopped his face as if he was trying to ground himself, keep himself in check. He let out a long breath and then answered, “yeah. Sometimes it is.”

“Like now?” I asked sliding closer, letting my hands come to rest on his outer thighs beneath the water.

He hissed in a breath, his eyes hot on mine. “Yeah, like now.”

I slid my hands up his legs, letting them ghost up his abdomen as I moved closer still, straddling him and coming to rest on his knees, my hands on his chest. His skin was slick and his chest was firm beneath my fingers, the ridges of his body doing things to my insides that had me clenching muscles I’d ignored far too long.

Those eyes were gleaming now, dark with what I suspected was desire, and his breath was coming faster, but he didn’t lay a hand on me. “Aubrey,” he said, his voice a strained whisper. “Your brother is my friend.”

“I’m your friend,” I pointed out, sliding a little closer down his thighs.

His hands found my waist beneath the water and the last of my worry that he’d reject me dissolved in the silky hot water around us. “I don’t think Archie would want—”

“Would you like to know what I want?” I asked him, leaning in close enough that my breasts ghosted against his chest, making his grip tighten reflexively on my hips.

“God, yes,” he groaned.

I slid closer, my center coming to rest against the hard length in his trunks. Wiley bit his lip, his thumbs beginning to trace up and down my ribcage as I leaned into him.

“I want to feel you inside me. On top of me, beneath me. I want to see how much of you I can take in my mouth. I want to watch you lose control, and I want you to make me scream your name.” The grip on my hips was like a