James: You forget we all share our location with each other?

  I shake my head remembering that little fact and also that I may need to turn mine off so Monica and our parents don’t know quite how much time I’m spending with James once we go back to New York.

  James: Get away from Mon.

  Me: Are you insane? James, no. There could be anyone here that knows us. People from high school. Not just Monica.

  James: I’m sorry where in my previous message did you see a question mark?

  Me: This is a bad idea.

  James: No shit, but I need you. I’m like a fucking addict and I’m starved for my next fix of you.

  It feels like it’s gotten about ten degrees hotter just reading his words. I lean over to Monica. “Running to the bathroom.”

  “Want me to come with you?”

  “No, no I’m good. Stay with your friend. Want me to grab you another drink?”

  “Please!” She points at her half drunk beer that I’m sure will be gone by the time I get back. I slide out of the booth and pull my short off-the-shoulder sweater dress down in case it had ridden up. The fabric hugs my curves in all the right ways, hitting me mid-thigh and exposing a sliver of skin before my knee high heeled boots. I curled my hair in tight curls but they had fallen being in this hot club and I’m sporting more wavy hair that looks like I’ve just been thoroughly fucked.

  I’m moving through the club slowly, not sure where James is but I’m sure I can feel his eyes on me. I pull out my phone to text him when I feel someone in my space. I look up half expecting to see him standing in front of me when it’s a guy I don’t recognize. The remixed sounds of Doja Cat are blaring through the speakers and I wish we were back in New York so I could grind my ass all over James’ dick but I smile realizing he’d probably make that fantasy happen just like all the others.

  “Damn, Little C grew up.”

  The voice of the guy I’ve run into breaks my thoughts and when I meet his piercing green gaze, I realize it’s one of James’ friends from high school. A lot of his and Monica’s friends called me Little C for “Little Calloway” which I used to love, but now it just serves as a reminder that I’m the annoying little sister. He’s wearing a black long-sleeved button down and black slacks that look custom made with how good it looks on him.

  “Davis, right?” I cock my head to the side and he nods, revealing a dimple on both sides.

  “You’re absolutely gorgeous, my God. How have you been?”

  My phone vibrates in my hand and I don’t even have to look to know who it is. I look down, opening my phone and see his words.

  James: Get away from him.

  I close my phone, not wanting Davis to catch a glimpse of the message. “I’ve been good,” I tell him politely. “I just finished my first semester at Columbia. Just got home today actually.”

  “That’s badass. Following in big brother’s footsteps then? I’m sure he must be proud as hell.” He jokes. Trust me, he is very proud. I squirm just thinking about him. My phone vibrates again and I realize it’s two text messages.

  James: I mean it, Gab.

  James: Don’t push me.

  The idea that James is jealous and I have the power to rile him up sends a surge of lust through me. My eyes dart around the crowded dance floor, wondering if I’ll meet the eyes of my very pissed off older brother. “You want to dance?” Davis asks but then he shakes his head and begins ticking his fingers as if he’s counting. “Wait, you’re not old enough to be here…”

  “Fake,” I tell him and he snaps his fingers in understanding.

  “Do James and Mon know you’re here?”

  “I’m here with Monica.” I chuckle and his eyes scan the crowd. My phone vibrates again and I chance a glance at it as Davis looks around.

  James: You have exactly five seconds to get away from him before I come over and move you myself.

  “Word? Where? I haven’t seen her in ages. I hear she’s off being a brain surgeon somewhere.” Monica and James were both popular in high school. James for being…James, and Monica for being his younger sister when she got to high school. Being three years apart, they were in high school together for two years and it might as well have been “Calloway’s World” because everyone else was just living in it. Most of James’ friends all wanted to date Monica and she had a short-lived fling with his best friend that James was less than pleased about.

  A brief thought floats through my mind about how James would react if Davis even tried it. Even if James and I weren’t currently fucking each other’s brains out, if these text messages were any indication, I’m pretty sure he’d have a whole fit.

  “So, about that dance…” He trails off and gives me a smile that shows off his teeth and I’ll admit he’s aged well. Women probably flock to him in packs but I’m only interested in one man who’s probably having a coronary right now.

  “I actually have to go to the bathroom,” I say awkwardly. I’m not sure that he’s hitting on me so much as just being friendly but I could be a little naïve in the guys department. I point towards the bathroom. “It was good seeing you,” I say with a tone as bubbly as I can muster before I’m on the move without another word. My quick exit could be misconstrued as rude but I’m not sure how much time I have before James decides to do something reckless. I’m moving off of the crowded dance floor towards the bathroom when I feel someone coming up fast behind me and then a hand wrapping around my elbow and I’m being hauled into a dark room marked Employees Only.

  “We aren’t employees,” I whisper. I can’t see his face because it’s pitch black but I sense him. I smell him. I feel him.

  “I almost ruined your little reunion. Watching him watch you made me fucking crazy. He was hitting on you.” I feel his breath on my face and it smells of whiskey and mint and it’s sexy as hell.

  “Was he? I wasn’t sure.”

  “And you let him touch you.” He turns on the flashlight on his phone, illuminating the room and allowing us to see each other.

  My God, he’s gorgeous.

  “He steadied me because I ran into him while I was trying to text you.”

  He presses me against the door, rubbing my thigh and sliding his hand between my legs, stroking me through my panties. Despite the cold weather, I’m not wearing tights as only about two inches of my legs are showing, allowing him very easy access to my sex. “It pisses me off that I couldn’t claim you in front of him the way I wanted to. You are fucking mine.” Irritation mixed with lust covers his features and it’s a look of pure sex.

  “I am yours. You know I am,” I tell him. He begins to stroke my inner thigh and I let out a moan as his finger strokes me from the top of my mound downwards. I wrap my arms around his neck and bury my face into the place where his neck meets his shoulder and I bite down. Hard.

  “Fuck,” he hisses. “Trying to mark me?”

  “You’re mine, too,” I grit into his ear. “I know women have probably been staring at you since the second you walked in here.”

  “Wouldn’t know. I’ve been so focused on you since I spotted you. I don’t think I took my eyes off of you once. I’ve spent the past year trying to actively avoid looking at you and now that I can, I can’t keep my eyes off of you.” His hands wrap around my back and before I can think they are moving down my ass moving my underwear down my legs. “Are you wet for me?”

  “Why don’t you find out?” I ask, challenging him. I see him making his way to my pussy when I stop him. “Don’t use your hands.” I smirk. My eyes gesture to the floor indicating what I want him to do and he shoots me a wicked smirk before getting on one knee in front of me.

  “Lift your dress and keep your eyes on me, Gabrielle.” I do as he says and watch as he peppers kisses over the tops of my thighs before he lifts one of my legs over his shoulder to open me up to him. I watch in anticipation as he wets his lips and takes one slow lick up my slit and from here, I can see how wet I am as my arousal coats his lips. I let out a deep moan as he does so again. And again. And again. I run my fingers over his scalp, pulling gently at his hair.

  “Fuck, James. Fuck me,” I whisper, wanting his cock in this moment more than his tongue. He doesn’t listen and continues to roll his velvety tongue over my clit. “Please,” I whine.

  “Who said I want you to come? Who said I was ready for you to come? Trust me, when I am ready for you to come, you will. Maybe I want you to be a little needy. Maybe I want your pussy aching for the next few hours until you get home so that you’re feeling desperate enough to come to me tonight.”

  I gasp in both shock at his words and also because his tongue is now inside my cunt. “Like come to your room?”

  “I’m in the basement by myself; I certainly don’t want to come to yours given that you share a wall with Monica.”

  “But…”

  “You act like you’ve never been in my room at night before. Bring your sexy little ass downstairs tonight so I can fuck you properly.” He stands and fingers my panties before running them under his nose and slipping them in his pocket. “I’ll hold onto these.”

  “James…”

  “Angel.” He gives me a pointed stare and I realize at this moment that I’m definitely going to sneak into his room tonight.

  It’s two in the morning, and I’m trying to find the courage to make my way downstairs. James was right, it isn’t weird for me to be in his room, but this feels different. I think Monica is asleep but my mother is known to be an insomniac and sometimes makes her way to the kitchen for a late snack to go with her late night TV. My father is probably asleep, but he’s known to wake up because my parents are like magnets and when one of them moves, it’s as if the other can feel it even in their subconscious.

  What if I run into one of them while I’m sneaking down there?

  A FaceTime call breaks my thoughts as I’m pacing the floor. I almost drop the phone when I see what’s on the screen when I accept the call. James is completely naked with his phone set up between his legs as he strokes his hard cock on screen. “Baby, stop overthinking it. Just get down here.”

  “Easy for you to say…I am the one that has to do all the work!”

  He sits up. “Want me to come up and get you?”

  “No!” I tell him. “I’m coming.”

  “Any longer than two minutes and I’m coming up there.” He tells me before ending the call. I slide my phone into the front pocket of my hooded sweatshirt. Well, actually one of James’ sweatshirts.

  Gab, get a grip. This is your house. If you act like you’re sneaking around, you look more guilty. Just move like you normally do.

  The house is quiet as I move slowly down the stairs. I walk through the living room and dining room feeling slightly unnerved being down here all by myself in the dead of night. I reach for the door to the basement and open it slowly. The light is on and I move down the carpeted stairs and turn the corner to descend the remaining stairs to the living area of the basement where I spot a naked James on the couch staring at me. “Fucking finally.” He sighs and he’s off the couch and in front of me pressing his lips to mine and lifting me into his arms. I kiss him back with equal enthusiasm as he moves us into his bedroom just off the living area. He locks the door behind us and the click makes this whole situation feel so taboo.

  I’m going to fuck my brother in the house we grew up in.

  In the room I’ve been in a hundred times under different pretenses.

  The room I fantasized about losing my virginity in.

  I pull my clothes off eagerly and before I realize it, I’m naked and James and I are grinding hard on his bed. He hasn’t entered me and the way we are rubbing against each other, I briefly wonder if he might come. His cock glides against my pussy as we kiss like lovers that have been doing this for years—a rhythm that our bodies somehow know despite all of this being new.

  It makes me wonder if subconsciously we both knew this would eventually happen.

  Maybe like our parents, James and I are magnets.

  “Fuck me, baby,” I whisper in his ear.

  “I want to try something first,” he tells me as he moves down my body and presses his lips to my cunt. He eats me aggressively, making me wonder if I’m about to come within the next minute or so with how quickly I’m building. But just as quick as he starts, he stops and before I can protest, he flips me over. I let out a squeal and he smacks my ass.

  “Keep it down, Princess. I don’t think either of us want anyone catching us with my tongue in your pussy.”

  He lifts me onto my knees and begins to eat me from behind. His nose probes my asshole and I let out a brief sigh of relief that I’m freshly showered from the day. He flicks his tongue over my clit before dragging it upwards, spreading my cheeks and sliding his tongue between them. He circles my hole before pushing his tongue slightly inside and I grab the nearest pillow. I bite down on it and scream as his fingers find my pussy and push their way inside. I clench around him and I hear him groan. “James,” I whimper, letting the pillow fall from between my lips. “I want your cock.”

  “Not yet,” he says as he digs his fingertips further into the flesh of my ass. One hand is still fingering me and the stimulation is too fucking much. I wasn’t expecting to enjoy ass play this much but with every swipe of his tongue over that puckered hole I find my pussy getting wetter and my clitoris getting more sensitive. “Your hot cunt is so wet, baby. You’re dripping down my hand. You’re going to come and then I’m going to fuck you until you come again and again and again until you beg me to stop.”

  “I won’t tell you to stop,” I whimper and he stops his ministrations.

  “What was that?”

  “I won’t tell you to stop.”

  “Really now?”

  “Never.” I breathe out. I’m getting close to coming and I feel myself beginning to lose control.

  “Fuck, you look so beautiful.” He fingers me faster, dipping inside of me every few strokes. His tongue still rims my asshole and my toes flex and point harder with each second.

  “Oh my God, James. You’re changing fucking everything.” Reason is flying out of my head and is being replaced with unbridled lust. “Tell me we don’t have to end this. Ever. Tell me I get to keep you. Fuck you. Marry you.” I moan. I punch the bed, tears forming in my eyes as I prepare for my climax.

  “I’d move Heaven, Earth, and Hell to spend the rest of my life with you.”

  “Can we?” My voice is small and pitiful but I don’t care. All I care about is my looming climax and the answer to his question. Is there a possibility for something permanent?

  I don’t hear anything but it doesn’t stop my orgasm from shooting through me like a spark of lightning. I drop my head to the pillow, tears still streaming down my face as he fingers me lazily through the aftershocks of my orgasm. I’m surprised to feel his hand and mouth leave me and him get off the bed and move towards the ensuite bathroom. I watch his naked ass move away and the visual momentarily disarms me and I forget that I asked him a question while at the peak of my orgasm.

  Shit.

  “James, I—” I start to explain my risky words that I knew probably freaked him out. Of course, this can’t be a forever thing. No matter if both of us want to fuck until the end of time, we can’t get married. Kids? A life? There’s no way.

  He spins around and I realize he’s using mouthwash. He puts one finger up, telling me to hold and this goes on for another thirty seconds or so before he spits and wipes his face.

  “Sorry, I figured you didn’t want me to kiss you after I just ate your ass like a starving man at a buffet.” He chuckles and then he’s on top of me. He wraps his hands under my back and presses his lips to my neck. The feeling of his warm body on top of mine makes me feel safe and wanted and loved and I never want it to end.

  “I want it too,” he whispers as he slides his hands through mine, lacing our fingers and bringing them up over my head. “I’m not so naïve to think that it’ll be easy. That people won’t object. That they won’t think we’re sick. But if I have you…if we’re in this together, I can handle it.” He pauses. “I want to marry you.” His lips dance down my cheek. “You’re the love of my life, angel.”

  “Holy shit.”

  He pulls away and I can see the tears in his eyes and I’m sure they match mine.

  “Fuck, I feel like a pussy.” He chuckles and I shake my head. “This is just…huge.” His lips find mine and his cock is inside of me within a second. He presses in and holds it. He doesn’t thrust or move. He just rests inside of me. He’s hard as steel and completely bottomed out so he’s as deep as possible.

  “Am I there?”

  “Where?”

  “I’m trying to fuck my way to your heart.”

  “You’re already there,” I tell him. “You’ve always been there.”

  It’s nearing four am when the feelings of vibrations pull me out of a deep sleep. I don’t even remember falling asleep. After Gabrielle and I made love countless times, we stayed up until what feels like only an hour ago talking. It was amazing how much about her I didn’t know. I knew everything about her except for this side of her. The sexy side. The side I shouldn’t be allowed to see, but I feel lucky as fuck that I can. I turn off the alarm I set just in case we fell asleep and smile at the fact that Gabrielle really can sleep through anything. Her hair has fallen over her face and her full lips are slightly parted. I frown at her soft snoring because that usually means she’s congested or starting to get sick and I make a mental note to get her to take some preventative measures tomorrow. I stroke her face and place a gentle kiss on her forehead causing her to furrow her brow and whimper before moving closer to me. I feel her hands under the blanket reach for me and then a leg hitches up over my hip opening her sex up to me.

  Fuck.

  “I’m trying to get you out of here so we don’t get caught and you’re trying to go again.” I chuckle as I push her onto her back and settle between her legs. I press my face into her neck, drawing my tongue up the warm skin and guiding my cock inside of her. She moans underneath me and her eyes flutter open. A sleepy smile finds her face to match her gaze as she blinks the rest of her sleep away.