Page 56 of Scream Little Sister

Her lips flatten, and she averts her gaze.

Oh, she remembers.

“Fine,” she mutters, and turns her back to me. “Don’t you dare look.”

I’m about to ask her what the fuck I’m going to look at, but I stop short when she peels her shirt over her head and balls it into her hands. Goosebumps rise over her skin from the chill of the evening, and yet I’m on fire with hunger for my sister.

I can’t stay away from her. There’s no way I can keep fighting this. The threat of her piece-of-shit dad is getting harder to care about. I’d kill him before he could ever lay a hand on her. No matter how much I hate her because of him—and for making me crush on her—I don’t want anyone else harming her. It’ll only be me.

Madison peeks at me over her shoulder. “Well?”

I shake away the troubling thoughts and snap her bra undone with two fingers. My fingertips linger on her soft skin, memorizing how she feels. The band relaxes, and she removes the bra.

At my height and angle, I still get an eyeful of her tits. I bite my bottom lip at the flash of jewelry in her nipples.

Jesus fuck, my earlier suspicion was correct.

Of course she’s pierced. Why wouldn’t she be? She’s a freak pretending to be innocent.

Madison throws her shirt back on, cutting off my view of her chest.

“Ryder?”

I snap out of my dirty thoughts. Madison turned around and donned her jacket while I wasn’t paying attention. I peel off my hoodie and help my flustered sister put it on. I still have to wrestle the material over her breasts, and it’s a tight squeeze, but it’s workable without the padded bra in the way.

“I don’t think it’ll work,” she grumbles.

My eyebrows slash down while I concentrate.

“I’m sorry,” I say.

Madison tilts her head. “For what?”

She gasps as I palm the soft mounds for a split second before I jerk down the hoodie. It settles around her waist. It’s a tight fit, but it’s better than wearing a light jacket.

“You groped me, you jerk!” Madison swats my chest.

“I already apologized.” I snatch her bra out of her hand and stuff it into my pocket. “I’ll hang on to this until we get back.”

She sputters and puts up a pathetic fight to get the bra back, but with one swat of my hand against her ass, she stops and looks at me, aghast. “You have a lot of nerve, you know that?”

I flip the visor down on her helmet. “Let’s go.”

She climbs onto the seat behind me and winds her arms around my middle.Where they belong.Fuck me, I didn’t think I’d ever enjoy having a backpack, but the thrill of her touch brings me to life.

The entire ride home, Madison clutches me like I’m her lifeline. Not even the whipping arctic wind can overpower the heat of her touch. Her nails dig into the soft material of my shirt, and every nerve ending in my body flares with unadulterated pleasure.

We ride through the town, and the traffic light turns red. I jerk us to a stop, and Madison falls into my back. Her hand drops to my lap from the sudden movement. I swallow a groan as her palm lands right over my cock.

It’s a mistake.

She didn’t mean to touch me there.

It’s because of the sudden stop, and she’s getting her balance.

Madison doesn’t move. Seconds pass, and still, she doesn’t move away.

I set my booted feet on the ground to keep us balanced while waiting for the light to turn green. The roads are empty and we’re alone, but Jerry has friends all over the place. Inever know who’s watching and relaying information to my stepfather. The last thing I need right now is him finding out his daughter is feeling me up.