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thirty-six

Skylar

The morning light shines through the windows of the kitchen, making it bright as I walk across the cold tile.

I open the fridge and pull out the milk, then turn toward the corner of the kitchen and open the pantry door.

I switched on the light, searching until I found the cereal.

After making myself a bowl, I bring it to the counter and start eating.

Moments later, Chase walks into the kitchen, rubbing the back of his head and moves behind me, sweeps my long hair off my shoulder, and kisses my neck as I take a bite.

As hungry as I am after a night of insatiable sex, I’m enjoying the kissing more.

He reaches in front of me and dips his hand under my shirt, lifting my shirt enough to bare my breast. He massages me as I lean back against him.

I turn to face him, kissing him, while he lifts my shirt over my head.

His large hand slips between my legs and massages my pussy through my panties.

I slip my fingers into the waistband and gently pull down my panties with his help.

He lifts me onto the table and kneels to his knees.

He leans forward, his tongue lashing out against my pussy.

He licks around, then flattens his tongue and licks up, lavishing me as if I’m his breakfast. I lean back onto the table while his hand grips the side of my leg, resting it on top of his shoulder as he devours me.

I grab my tits and bit my lip while he eats me out and my neck arches back and I stare at the ceiling.

My hips press forward as his hand pulls me against his face before he pulls back.

“Bedroom. Now.” He growls.

I sit down on the bed and lean back. He kisses me, his hand moving between my legs. He lies back on the bed.

“I wanna look at you,” he says, while I sit astride him. He grips the base of his cock and I lower myself on him. His hand moves to my ass, and he presses down, pulls me up by the hips, presses me down, then holds me still and lifts me while he pumps into me from below.

“Shit. You feel so good. You always feel so fucking good.” He moans.

In a split second, I’m on all fours on his bed with him behind me.

He pushes into me slowly, grabbing my hips and guiding my movements.

While gripping my hips, he pushes in and out as I lean down, burying my face in the pillow.

He leans in and kisses the back of my neck as I grip the bedsheets while my hips push back into his as he fucks me.

I moan as his cock hits the perfect spot as his hands grip my ass.

His cock eases in and out as I take it hungrily.

He leans back, and I turn, move over him, and lower myself on him.

I bounce hard on him as his hips meet me thrust for thrust, pulling me down on him.

“Oh my god, that feels so good. Ah fuck!” I scream. “Ah, just like that.”

Loud moans escape my mouth as he caresses my face, moving down to the base of my neck. He squeezes lightly as he picks up speed; I trail my hand down my body, apply pressure, and draw circles on my clit. As I writhe with pleasure, I come undone.

“Yes. Come on my cock. Oh yes. Yes. Yes. Yes. Fuck. I’m coming. Oh my God, oh yes.” He bottoms out and presses into me, panting, with his forehead on my sternum.

At the opening last night, I turned the tables on Ethan.

I asked him to drive me to the event, so that we could talk.

I let him talk a little. Then I reiterated what I’ve been telling him for weeks, and that he was going to need to get used to the idea that I was dating someone.

That someone is Chase Thorne. He refused to hear me any further and ignored me for the most part for the whole night.

Getting off work, I drove straight to my brother’s house to have an adult conversation with him.

He answers his door and has an uncomfortable expression on his face. He keeps looking behind him and is keeping me in the doorway.

“Are you going to let me in?” I ask with my hands on my hips.

“I have, uh, company. Now isn’t a good time.” He looks behind him. “Maybe we can talk later?”

“Listen, we’re talking now.” I push my way past him. “If you can be pushy and intrusive, so can I. Just so you can see how it feels.” I storm past him and see that a woman is sitting at his dinner table. She’s pretty, with shoulder-length blonde hair and a face full of freckles.

“Oh, hi,” she says bashfully.

“Hi. I’m going to guess that you are the woman that my brother is dating. Hi. I’m his little sister, Skylar.” I say, stepping forward, holding my hand out.

The urge that I had to embarrass my brother has dissipated. I won’t humiliate him before her; I refuse to be the villain. She doesn’t deserve that, and I can only hope that he recognizes that.

My hand fits in her hand, and I smile.

“Hi, I’m Danni. It’s nice to meet you. I’ve heard a lot about you.” She offers.

I turn to my brother, who is standing beside me with his hands in his pockets and nervousness in his stance.

“I’m sure you’ve only heard the best of things, considering how loving my dear brother is.”

“Well -.” She starts.

“It’s okay. I know he’s pissed off at me right now. Which is why I’m here.”

“Can we talk about this some other time?” he asks.

“We honestly don’t need to,” I say, and then a thought comes to mind. “How about the two of you join Chase and me for dinner sometime this weekend?”

My brother shakes his head, as I can see Danni nodding in my peripheral vision.

“We can take it as an opportunity to get to know one another. And also just to have a double date,” I offer.

“A double date,” Ethan says with a nasty tone.

“Yes, a double date. My boyfriend and I. Then there’s you and Danni. I’m sure that Chase would love to meet his best friend’s new gal.”

“I think that would be great. Don’t you, Eth?” Danni says, now standing in front of him. She holds out her hand to his, and he takes it, steps closer to her, and I see she squeezes his hand.

Just then, I decide I like her.

I clap my hands and smile. “Good, it’s a date. Ethan, think I can talk to you outside before I get out of your guy’s hair for the evening and let you get back to dinner?”

He nods, and before I leave, I turn to Danni. “Thank you,” I say to her, emphasizing the meaning behind my words.

Ethan follows me to the door and lightly closes it behind him.

“Listen, I’m sorry for interrupting your dinner.”

“It’s okay. I appreciate you not making a scene.”

“I hope you see the stark contrast to how I handled that.”

He says nothing, just hangs his head and nods.

“Chase won’t say it, but I will. This is not just affecting your friendship with him.”

“What do you mean?” he asks.

“You’re having a problem riding the lines between your personal life and your professional life.

Remember, Chase is also one of your clients, and if I recall correctly, he’s the one who gave you a chance when you first started out.

The way you acted last night was unprofessional, and he will never call you out on that, but I will.

Don’t fuck everything up, just because you can’t get your head out of your ass. Think about the bigger picture.”

“Sky.” He starts.

“For our double date, I’ll text you when and where to meet. I know I just met her, but I think I like her.” I say, cutting him off. I pat him on the shoulder and turn on my heel. “I love you, brother,” I say over my shoulder as I walk down the hallway.