Instead, I lean forward and wrap my arms around her. She accepts the comfort I’m offering, lifting her arms to circle me too.
After a moment, she pulls away, her usual smile back in place. “Jay won’t be a problem anymore. I asked her to leave,” she explains then rolls her eyes. “I should have uninvited her when she pulled her shit with Bash, trying to force him into getting a real job,” she says, and I’m not the only one stunned by her words.
Sebastian steps up, placing a hand on Storm’s shoulder. She looks up at him, and he shakes his head in disbelief. “How did you know about that?”
The glint in her eyes is fiercely protective as she arches a brow at her brother. “So, I’m right? And you didn’t tell me?”
“I—” he says, fumbling for words.
“I suspected, but you never mentioned it. Then she said something the other day at the picnic that confirmed my suspicions.”
Sebastian grins at her, and I’m pretty sure they’re having a weird, silent, twin conversation with just their eyes. Then he shakes his head, his smile growing. “Okay, fine. You’re a smartass, and we all know it. Now, what are you going to do about the absence of a maid of honor for the ceremony tomorrow?”
She turns her gaze on her fiancé, who nods once, then she says, “I’m going to ask Jolene to stand in Jay’s place.”
Aww, how lovely is that.
“She’ll love that,” Sebastian says, nodding.
“If you need help getting ready or anything tomorrow, let me know,” I say to her as she stands.
She smiles, and that, too, is much like her brother’s. “I’d like that,” she says. “Bash knows where to go.” And with that, she and Jake leave us, making a beeline right for his mother.
The rest of the day is ours, so naturally, we spend it in our cabin, naked.
The day of the wedding, I’m filled with a sudden and unexpected case of nerves. I’m giving my sister away today. Handing her over to another man to officially let him be the one to take care of her from here on out.
I love Jake, but damn if I’m not having second thoughts about all this. Storm and I have been a unit from day one; it’s hard not to be when you’re twins. Our connection is stronger than any other relationship I’ve had in my life, and I don’t know how to step back from that. Hell, we still live together.
Standing under the spray of the hot shower, I run my hands through my hair, hoping it will ease my tense muscles. My body feels heavy and my chest tight as my mind fixates on thoughts that have never even entered my head before.
What if Storm doesn’t need me anymore? What if she decides to put the girls in daycare and kick my ass out now that she’s a married woman? What if, what if, what if…
I can’t do this.
A pair of slim, pale arms circle my waist, and a soft body presses into my back. Emory.
“You okay?” she asks softly.
No, I am not fucking okay, and I don’t know if I ever will be again, is what I want to say. But instead, I nod. Where the hell is all this coming from?
She rests her forehead between my shoulder blades and brushes her lips over my skin, then her tongue flicks out, licking water droplets from my flesh. I shiver, and my dick hardens. How the hell am I getting turned on right now?
Emory makes her way around my body, her mouth on me the whole time, until she’s in front of me. She tips her head back, her gorgeous blue eyes holding me captive, and I drop my mouth to hers.
Tension leeches from my body as her tongue tangles with mine. Her hands grab my ass, and she breaks the kiss, lowering herself to her knees. Our gazes are locked as she wraps one hand around my aching dick then leans forward, taking me into her wet, warm mouth that feels like heaven and wipes everything that isn’t her from my mind.
I come so hard and so embarrassingly quickly that I see stars. My hand shoots out to steady myself against the shower wall as she gets back to her feet and brushes her lips along the edge of my jaw. Then she reaches for the body wash, pumps some into her hands, and soaps me down.
She’s taking care of me, and it feels better than anything