Page 156 of Wicked Angel
“I’m thinking… I need to sleep off this sex binge. I can’t keep up with the sex robot.”
He laughed softly, then kissed me again. I shivered as his hot body kept me warm, the comparatively cool water lapping against my skin.
I didn’t really want to say good night and go to sleep.
Couldn’t we just make out in his pool all night and pretend nothing else existed, like our careers and people who didn’t approve of “us” and all responsibilities whatsoever? It seemed so grossly unfair that I’d finally met my sexual match and I was basically forbidden from being with him, by both of our sisters.
Johnny broke the kiss, suddenly, his body going rigid. It was like watching a bloodhound catch a sent. That hyper vigilant thing of his kicked into overdrive; I could feel it. In a split second the air changed and the sudden tension in him had me looking around into the shadows of the yard.
“What?” I breathed.
“You hear that?”
“No…”
His eyes locked with mine. “Shayla’s home.” His arms tightened around me like a steel brace when I instinctively tried to back away from him.
“Are you sure?”
“I heard the front gate. That’s the garage door.”
I probably wouldn’t have noticed it if he didn’t point it out, the distant rumble was that faint. I tried to stay calm so I wouldn’t freak him out. But internally, I was freaking out.
What if Shayla saw us like this?
Just the idea that she might feel betrayed… Or even for a moment, that she might think I was one ofthosegirls. There’d been so many of them over the years: girls who’d used her to try to get access to her brother.
No.
Johnny just held me tighter, maybe sensing my tension or my urge to flee. His eyes held mine, cool and calm. “Are you gonna tell her?”
I sighed raggedly. I really, really didn’t want to hurt Shayla or our friendship. But… “Eventually. I have to. I mean, if this…” I failed to come up with any words to describethis, or to quantify it. “If this is… lasting… for any length of time…”
Johnny’s gaze dropped to my lips, and then he kissed me again. Soft and decisive. “Stay with me tonight.” It was a husky whisper in the night, and I knew the invitation was genuine.
“I can’t. She’d find out. And I’m not gonna blurt it out to her right now. It’s the middle of the night and I’ve got your sex juices all over me.” I pushed him away playfully, but he got the message and let me go. I was running scared, panicked with the idea that Shayla might see us out here. Together. Naked.
Before I had a chance to explain it to her.
As if I could’ve explained it…
So, hey, me and your brother have picked up this new hobby. Turns out I love making him come, and vice versa. Oh, and when he calls me his little cock slut while he fucks me, it’s about the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced. I probably couldn’t stop fucking him if you held a gun to my head and ordered me to stop. Cool, huh?
Brutal. I mean, I knew she didn’t need the details, but the girl wasn’t exactly inexperienced, and she knew her brother. She also knew me. Incredibly well. So as soon as she heard the words “me and your brother…” out of my mouth, her vivid imagination would fill in the blanks.
Yup. She was gonna murder me.
“Well,” I told him as we got out of the pool and he started toweling me off, “it’s been nice knowing you. Occasionally.”
Johnny gave me a faint, charming smile.
Lights were coming on in Shayla’s house and I grabbed the towel, cinching it tight around myself. “Don’t be surprised if you never see me alive again,” I squeaked out. “Sorry I might have to miss that meeting with Yash tomorrow. Please ask Harry Styles to come sing ‘Sign of the Times’ at my funeral. I’m sure if you and my sister chipped in, you could afford it.”
While I spoke, the slight smile had vanished and Johnny’s expression darkened. “What are you talking about?”
“Your sister. My murder. Please don’t be mad at her. And cover it up, okay? Make it look like a burglary gone awry or something. She shouldn’t have to spend the rest of her life in prison because we’re horny.” With that, I tried to dart toward her house, but Johnny caught me by the arm with an iron grip. He spun me back toward him and planted another kiss on my lips. Hot, slow, and deadly.
My knees went rubbery at the warning in that kiss:This has nothing to do with being horny.
