fucking thing I'm here.
"You okay? There was a shot."
"I heard it. Why were those guys here? Is everyone okay?"
"Everyone's fine. They are clearing out and thank god no cops have shown up."
"You promised to stop having parties. Now, do you understand why?" she asks.
Porter pulls off the bandana tied to his head and runs a hand over his bald top. "I know, it got out of control. Most everyone is gone though, and you just need to stay in your room, okay?"
She nods, her hand on the door to close it.
"And put on some fucking clothes, you'll give people the wrong idea," he adds gruffly.
"I can wear what I please."
"So long as you aren't fucking around. The guys here, they're all sketchy. None of them are good enough for you."
"You don't own me," she says defiantly.
"I know, but you are my little sister, and it's my job to look out for you."
"Okay," she says softly. "Well, I'm fine tonight."
Porter nods. "I'm gonna go see if Nixon and Smith have gotten rid of everyone. I think a few of us will just sit on the front porch, make sure no one is coming and going."
She nods. "Be safe. After everything we went through with Dad, I can't lose my brothers over some stupid rivalry."
"I know. You won’t."
She closes the door and locks it, leaning her back against it. I see she is trembling, and I don't know if it's because of the shit that went down in her house tonight, or if it's something more.
I open the door to the closet and step into her room.
"Hey," I say. "You okay?"
She looks at me with such longing, I can't help but close the divide between us.
"For what it's worth," I tell her, wanting to ease the tension, "I like what you're wearing, and it's not giving me any wrong ideas. Only right ones."
She dips her chin, raises her eyes. "Oh, yeah?"
"Yeah," I say, stepping closer, daring to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her close. She doesn't resist. In fact, she seems lighter in my arms now. Her shoulders fall, and I can tell that with me, she's relaxed; at ease.
"And what are the right ideas?" she asks in a whisper, as my hand runs over the silky nightie, the hem so damn close to my fingertips. What I would give to slip my hand under it, to feel the soft fabric of her panties. To push them aside and feel just how tight this sweet thing is.
"I told you I'd take care of you tonight," I say, taking in her cute upturned nose and the tortoiseshell glasses that make her blue eyes pop.
She twists her lips playfully. "You said you'd protect me, not take care of me."
"I'll do whatever you need," I growl in her ear, loving the way she shivers as I do. It’s almost as if she's never been held like this.
And looking down at her, I think maybe she hasn't.
"Are you scared?" I ask.
"Of you?"
"Of me. Of this moment."
She shakes her head, so slightly it's almost like it didn't happen at all. "I've never..."
"Never what?" I ask huskily, my cock throbbing as my hand runs over her back, loving the way her hips curve, needing something to hold on to right now.
My life is a fucking storm, a raging current I can't control. I enlisted because life back home was a shit show, I needed steady, I needed concrete. I needed out.
And now, holding her, I just need in.
"I've never been with a man," she tells me, the pure, virginal words on her lips so fucking tender it could break my hard heart.
I groan at the confession, though there's no way I am gonna take her now; not like this. Not when she's so innocent; when she's so vulnerable. A gun was just fired in her house, and she practically fainted in my arms.
I may love pussy, but I'm not the sort of man who can sleep at night when he takes what isn't his.
She must sense that I’m pulling away.
"Don't go," she pleads. "Please. I want... I want you to take care of me."
Clenching my jaw, I run a hand over her cheek. "I want to take care of you, too." I tilt her chin up, and our eyes meet.
She smiles and then she lifts herself on her tiptoes, her lips aching to be kissed.
I don't hesitate. The moment I saw her I knew she was mine.
Sweetie
His mouth is hot and needy as his tongue