“Something caught your eye?”
“Huh?” I blinked and dragged my gaze back to the two women next to me. “What was that?”
“You’ve been staring at her all night.” Hope, one of the twins I was talking with, nudged my ribs with her elbow.
“I haven’t been,” I protested. “You ladies have my full attention.”
The second woman, Faith, laughed along with her twin. She swatted at my chest lightly.
“If you like her then go up to her and say something,” Faith told me.
“Abby’s a friend,” I said quickly. “It’s not like that.”
“No?” Faith raised an eyebrow. “Then why is it she keeps staring at you, too?”
“She is?” I risked a glance out of the corner of my eye, not turning my head. I couldn’t see clearly, but it did look like Abby might have her eyes on me. Then she shifted and was no longer looking in my direction.
I let myself turn my head slightly to take her in while she wasn’t looking. I lingered on her slim figure, covered up by a slinky black dress that exposed way too much of her thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from staring at those silky legs on display.
I hated knowing that all the other guys at the party probably were, too. Something like jealousy threatened to grab at me, but I told it to fuck off. I had no right to be jealous. We were friends. That was it. I was just feeling protective of her, like a big brother might.
Yeah, that was it. I didn’t like the thought of guys drooling over cute little Abby. That’s all it was.
“You’re pretty taken with that girl,” Hope continued.
“I’m not,” I said automatically. “She’s my friend Everly’s little sister. I’m just looking out for her. Making sure no assholes bother her.”
“Right,” Faith drawled. “You’ve just keeping an eye on her. Is that why you can’t keep your tongue in your mouth?”
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with appreciating a fine female form,” I said. “It doesn’t mean anything.”
“Doesn’t it?” Faith raised an eyebrow.
“Oh look, some guy is chatting her up,” Hope mentioned casually.
“What!?” I whirled around, ready to march over there.
Abby was talking to someone, but it was only her sister.
I made a face at Hope. “You’re awful.”
“Just say something to her,” Hope said.
I slumped over on myself. “I can’t.”
“Did you forget the whole, she’s my friend’s little sister thing?”
“Hm. That does complicate matters,” Hope said.
I tried to subtly watch Abby and Everly without them noticing. Abby tossed her long, blond hair over her shoulder, letting it fall down her back like a waterfall. My eyes followed the curve of her back until I reached the swell of her ass. It was pert, and luscious, and absolutely perfect.
My cock stirred in my jeans.
Shit, I groaned inwardly. I am so fucked.
“I need to go find a bathroom,” I muttered to the twins. Maybe I could beat one out and take off the edge.
“Just tell her!” Hope called out as I stalked off.
The mansion we were partying in was like a maze. Too many hallways, too many doors, too many staircases.
I found a bathroom on the first floor, but it had groaning and moaning sounds coming from it. The second bathroom was flooded with a clogged toilet. The third was locked when I tried the handle.
I made my way to the second floor, but soon got lost among in the long, winding corridors. I checked every door but they were all either bedrooms or rooms like a study or library. No bathrooms.
“For fucks’ sake,” I muttered to myself. Finding a bathroom shouldn’t be this hard.
With an irritated growl I turned a corner.
Someone slammed into my chest.
I caught a tiny body in my arms, short and lightweight. The familiar scent of vanilla filled my nose. Abby’s shampoo.
My eyes went round. I had Abby in my arms. Her face was flushed with unshed tears.
“Hey, what’s up?” I was immediately flooded with concern. “Are you okay?”
She stared me. Her small body quaked. Her cupid’s bow lips trembled, red and full.
I was about to repeat the question when she grabbed my shirt and tugged me close. Her tiny frame pressed against me. The thin material of her dress might as well not have existed because the heat of her burned through me. Her soft breasts were squished against my chest. Her lips parted, pink tongue swiping out to wet them.
“Um, Abby…” The blood left my head and swiftly made its way to my cock as it swelled in my pants again.
The teary look in her eyes changed, turning determined and fiery as she yanked on my shirt and—
Abby was kissing me.
Her perfect mouth pressed insistently against mine, urging me to kiss back.
It was everything I thought it would be, but a thousand times better.
My every thought went out the window, my brain shutting down as my instincts took over. I grabbed her shoulder and practically shoved her lithe body against mine.
Our tongues battled as her breath came in sharp little grasps and moans. She squirmed against me, driving me crazy and I worried she might feel my cock against her hip.
Shit, what the fuck is happening? my inner voice cried out as the fog receeded from my mind.
I was kissing Everly’s sister, that was what.
“Fuck, Abby…” I pulled away from her for the briefest of moments. “What are we doing?”
But I didn’t push her away. Instead, I fisted her hair and tugged her closer, devouring her mouth.
She whined in the back of her throat. That little noise drove me crazy. I wanted to pin her against the wall and tear off her dress and suck on those delicious pink nipples and part her thighs and thrust my fingers into her warm wetness under she was writhing and groaning and screaming my name, until she was begging for me to fuck her—
The fuck is wrong with you!? my brain yelled. This is ABBY you’re thinking these things about! Cute, innocent, sweet little Abby.
And fuck, but her mouth was sweet. I could just imagine how much sweeter she would taste with my tongue between her legs.
You’re a sick fucking asshole, my mind growled at me.
I pulled away with a gasp, practically shoving her away from me.
“What’s wrong?” she asked, her voice breathy.
“Abby, we can’t be doing this,” I choked out.
“But— you—” Tears filled her eyes as she looked to the ground.
Shame and regret shot through me.
“Abby—” I reached a consoling hand out to her, wanting the chance to explain.
A single tear fell down her cheek as she turned on her heel and fled down the stairs.
“Abby—!” I called out desperately, but she didn’t look back.
Fuck, fuck, fuck!
I beat my forehead with my fist repeatedly and groaned.
The last thing I wanted to do was make her cry.
But that was why I had to stay away. I was a fucking asshole for thinking of defiling her in those hundreds of different dirty ways.
Abby was still so young, so innocent, untouched. She deserved better than someone like me perving over her.
But the way that soft body melted against mine, those little gasps and moans into my mouth, the way she parted her lips so easily for me…
Now that I’d had a taste of Abby, I had no idea how I could go back to being friends.
Fuck, I lamented.
I am so fucking screwed.
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