“I’ll put it on for you.” When she held out her hand, I nearly came undone. After an unsteady nod, I handed the condom over only to see she was still holding those virginal cotton panties in her free hand.
I couldn’t resist. “I’ll make you a deal. You take this, and I’ll take these.” Snagging her underwear from her hand, I shoved them into my side pocket with my keys.
She merely arched an eyebrow. “You’ll be giving those back afterward.”
With a chuckle, I shook my head. “Yeah, we’ll see about that.”
Poor girl really thought I was going to give them back because she murmured, “Yes, we will,” as she smiled with an assurance that turned me on more.
Then she tucked the condom package into her mouth and tore it open neatly with her teeth. I shuddered, imagining other things clutched delicately between those pearly whites.
Her gaze lifted, and I stepped closer so she could reach me. With her breasts spilling out the top of her dress, her skirt rucked up around her waist and her high heels perched on the table to either side of her so she could spread her legs open wide for me and show me her wet, bare pussy, she looked like a fucking dream come true.
It didn’t seem real.
As she drew the condom toward me, I shook my head. “We’re not dreaming, are we?”
“No.” Her lips tipped up at the corners. “I can’t believe we’re doing this either.” Then she began to slide the latex on. “It’s just…so unreal. I’m about to have sex with the little brother of the guy I’m in love with.”
COLTON’S CHAPTER | 6
Ah, fuck, she didn’t.
Except, yes. Yes, she did.
She’d just said the only thing on the planet to turn me off.
I froze just as she covered me completely. Half a second later, she froze too, her hand still wrapped around my cock.
Then she lifted her face to gauge my reaction, her eyes huge and lips parted in shock.
We just stared at each for, like, the longest second in eternity. And then she finally began to shake her head rapidly back and forth, denying what she’d just said.
“No,” she breathed, her chest heaving with panic. “I…I…I didn’t mean it. I didn’t—”
I jerked back, dislodging her grip from me. Her eyes only grew wider and more worried.
“Yeah, you did,” I said before whirling away to yank off the condom and throw it across the room. I jerked my pants up, wincing because for some reason hearing the girl with her hand around my junk say she loved my brother still hadn’t killed my erection. It hurt like hell to shove it back into my underwear and zip it up, nice and snug and blue-balled.
When I fumbled to close my shirt, I remembered the buttons for it were scattered across the floor.
Shit.
I thrust both hands through my hair, still feeling the imprint of her fingers there.
Double shit.
“Colton?” Her timid, uncertain voice made me wince.
I turned back slowly.
She’d shoved her skirt down, pulled the bustier back over her breasts and hopped off the table so she was standing before me as if I hadn’t been about to fuck her silly.
When she saw my expression, her eyes watered and she brought her hand to her mouth before muffling out, “I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. You have to know I never meant—”
Shaking my head, I whipped my tux jacket off the table and started for the door, unable to listen to anymore.
I’d totally intended to be a bigger man than this and somehow help her smooth it all out, tell her it wasn’t a big deal. It wasn’t like she’d said something I hadn’t already known, and it was probably best we stopped anyway because seriously…drunk hookup at a wedding? Not the best idea. At least not for us two.
Things had morphed into hyperspeed at the drop of a hat. Her ugly, cold-water splash of the facts in our faces had actually been a good thing. We’d almost made a major mistake.
But I just…couldn’t. I couldn’t say I was grateful for what she’d said. I couldn’t stay in that room with her where I could still smell her release on my fingers and taste it on my tongue. I couldn’t…I just couldn’t even look at her.
It felt too much as if I’d just been stabbed in the heart with a really dull, really painful spoon, and I was simply unable to stick around a moment longer.
Suddenly, I hated my brother. Not because Julianna wanted him and not me, but because he’d forced me to go over to her in the first place.