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SLATER

“ A ll right, I think I’m done here,” I tell her.

“I’m sure Derek will be happy to hear that.”

“The water pressure should be good; hopefully, the water will stay warmer longer.”

“I am very happy to hear that.”

I laugh softly. “Yeah, sorry about that. For all his skill with a wrench, my dad wasn’t the best when it came to plumbing,” I tell her. “I’m still learning as I go.”

Sierra waves me off. “It’s not a big deal. My brother probably should have mentioned it to you long before now.”

I shrug. “If he had, we might not have run into each other again.”

She blushes and looks away. It takes me a minute to figure out why she’s looking so embarrassed when I realize it’s because our “running into each other again” consisted of me barging in on her naked and fresh out of the shower. It’s a memory that sends a tingle through my body that makes my balls tighten. I have to bite the inside of my cheek to keep from getting a hard-on as the sight of that gloriously naked body flashes through my mind.

Not getting hard in front of her isn’t easy, though. Sierra is wearing a short sundress that hugs her in all the right places and accentuates her curves in the most enticing ways. I know I shouldn’t be looking at her the way I am—she’s my best friend’s kid sister, for fuck’s sake. But she is absolutely fucking gorgeous. Breathtakingly gorgeous. In that sundress, she’s fucking ethereal. And if I didn’t know better, I’d say she wore it just to flaunt herself in front of me. Not that I mind if she is. She’s fucking exquisite to look at.

Sierra follows me into the kitchen and jumps up on the counter, watching me closely as I wash my hands. As I’m drying them off, Monty leaps gracefully onto the counter and meows at me. Giving him a scratch behind the ears, I reach for what he really wants—treats. Pulling a couple of the tiny morsels from the dish Derek keeps them in, I set them down and let the big cat go to town. When I turn back to Sierra, she’s looking at me with an inscrutable expression.

She’s silent for a long moment and seems to be struggling to find the words she wants to say. Like an involuntary reflex, my eyes travel her body, taking in the swell of her full breasts pressing against the top of her dress and legs, longer than you’d expect for a girl her size, that disappear beneath the hem of the skirt. Her skin is the color of alabaster and looks supple, and all I can think about is running my hands along those shapely thighs and feeling the heat between her legs.

Giving myself a small and subtle shake, I raise my eyes to hers. Sierra has still said nothing and simply continues to look at me.

“What?” I finally ask.

“I just … I wanted to thank you again for stepping in with that guy at the bar the other night. I appreciate you putting yourself in danger for me,” she said.

I laugh softly. “Danger? From that guy? He was soft. I promise you I wasn’t in danger.”

“Even still. Nobody has ever stood up for me like that before,” she says. “I’m grateful.”

As I lean back against the counter, Monty nudges my arm again, purring and begging for more treats, so I indulge the furry little freeloader.

“No need to thank me,” I say. “I didn’t like the way he was harassing you when it was clear you didn’t want his attention.”

The unspoken part of that, of course, is that I wouldn’t have liked it if she’d wanted his attention even more. I’ve got no claim to her, and honestly, I shouldn’t even have these thoughts about her, but I can’t stop them any more than I can stop myself from breathing. Despite her being my best friend’s kid sister, I want this woman more than I’ve wanted anything or anybody in my entire life. There’s just something about her that triggers that raw desire in me. It’s nothing she does. Not overtly. It’s just her. There is something about Sierra that lights this fucking fire in me—a fire that burns hot and threatens to consume me entirely.

“You were the only one in that bar who stepped in and made him stop,” she says. “What you did … It means a lot. So, thank you anyway.”

I can tell how moved she is by what happened at the bar and that what she says is true, that nobody had ever stood up for her. I find it sad. At the same time, her praising me the way she has since that night makes me feel awkward and uncomfortable. I didn’t step in for her praise. I did it because I won’t tolerate a dude making a woman feel as creeped out as that guy had obviously made Sierra feel.

“Well, you’re welcome,” I say.

The expression on her face changes and becomes one I can’t quite decipher. She reaches out, grabs the sleeve of my flannel, and pulls me toward her. Sierra parts her thighs, giving me a quick flash of her white cotton panties as she pulls me to her. Sliding her hands around the back of my neck, she looks up at me for a moment, her eyes shining with the same desire flowing through my body, then presses her mouth to mine.

Sierra’s tongue rolls languidly around mine, sending tendrils of electricity crackling through my veins. My cock immediately stiffens, and because I’m standing between her legs, it presses hard against her center. Sierra whimpers softly and grinds herself against me, her body trembling as the heat inside of me rises, and I kiss her more forcefully. Pulling back so she can look into my eyes, Sierra reaches down and grabs me through my jeans and squeezes it hard, drawing a low moan from me as my body tingles from head to toe.

I slide my hands up her silky thighs, reveling in the feeling of her skin. I spread her legs a little wider and slide my fingers across her panties, touching her through the thin material. Sierra shudders and groans. Pushing her panties aside, I slide the tips of my fingers across her velvety folds, slick and hot. She turns her face upward, eyes closed, and bites her bottom lip as I lightly tease her clit. Leaning forward, I kiss her neck as I finger her. She gasps as I plunge a finger deep into her sex and nip her shoulder with my teeth.

“Yes, Daddy,” she whispers.

Her cries are loud and shuddering as I pound her tight little pussy with two fingers, driving them deep into her slick little hole. She trembles wildly, and her face is a mask of absolute ecstasy. Our mouths crash together, our tongues swirling around each other as the passion of the moment overwhelms us. I swallow her whimpers, but then she pulls back as her entire body grows taut. Sierra throws her head back and grips my shoulders, digging her fingers into my shoulders and lets out a long, keening wail as she comes.

She leans forward and presses her forehead to mine, her breath ragged but a wide smile on her full lips. I pull my fingers out of her, slipping them into my mouth, savoring her taste. Sierra watches me with rapt fascination, the fires of lust burning in her eyes. The brief hit of her on my tongue isn’t enough.

“I need to taste you,” I say.

Before she can utter a word, I drop to my knees in front of her and spread her legs wide. Pulling her panties aside, I slide my tongue along her folds, savoring the taste of her pussy. Sierra wiggles and writhes as I lick and suck on her clit, then grabs my head and pushes my face into her.

“Lick me, Daddy. Taste me,” she purrs.

Turned on by her aggressiveness, I lash her with my tongue. She grips the back of my head with both hands, grinding herself against my mouth. Her moans ring in my ears and are the sweetest sounds I’ve ever heard. She tastes so fucking sweet, I just can’t get enough of her and keep licking and sucking as I feel her body tensing up around me. Sierra pushes my head into her even harder, then explodes.

“Yes, Daddy. Oh fuck, yes. I’m coming, Daddy!”

I continue licking and savoring the taste of her as she comes. She thrashes and shakes, but she’s got an iron grip on the back of my head, holding my face between her legs as she grinds against my face. Slowly, her writhing ebbs, and I look up at her, a smile on my face. Her face is flushed, her forehead dotted with tiny beads of sweat that glisten the way her juices on my face do. I savor the taste of her on my lips and tongue still, and as I get to my feet again, I have every intention of bending her over and fucking her as hard as I possibly can.

But then my gaze falls on a picture Derek has hanging on his refrigerator, and I pause. The photo, years old now, shows them at Disneyland. It’s just a fucking picture, but I can’t shake the feeling that Derek is watching me defile his sister. In his kitchen. All at once, the realization of what I’m doing washes over me, and I run a hand through my hair.

“What is it?” Sierra asks.

“Yeah, we can’t do this.”

“What? Why?”

“I’m sorry, Sierra. It’s just that you’re Derek’s sister. I can’t. I just can’t.”

“Slater—”

“I’m sorry.”

I turn, grab my things, and dash out of Derek’s place, leaving a stunned Sierra in my wake. I want nothing more than to finish what we started. I want nothing more than her. She has gotten under my skin in ways nobody has before, and I enjoy being around her. And I want more of that. I want more of her. But I know Derek isn’t going to approve. He’s always been protective of her, and I know he thinks nobody is good enough for his little sister.

Me, perhaps least of all.