Page 104 of The Catch

"I remember." I keep my breathing even.

"It's hard to believe. I always wondered why you never tried to have sex with me and now here we are."

"You were always in a long term relationship. I couldn't get in the middle of that."

"Meanwhile, you were alwaysfu-dating."

I sigh. "I can't say you're wrong."

We stay quiet for a second. The patches of skin where we touch are warm, but goosebumps appear like rivers on her flesh. Her fingers are motionless on me and, while I can't study her face to know what she's thinking, I know she's thinking hard.

I should get up and get the blankets. Cover us and coax her into sleeping just like this with me. See if she'll let me make up for time lost by making her come once more.

But I don't say anything. Before she can ask for more, her phone rings.

She gets up. Her body jiggles from her movements. It's a glorious sight.

I sigh. "The fucked right look is good on you."

I want to be the one getting her hair messy like this. The one making her climax over and over again. And the one kissing her good morning. Always.

Ending this would wreck me.

I'm not sure she processed what I said. No way she knows what it meant to me.

She stares at her phone, then at me.

She bites her lip. "It's Pablo."

I nod. She might as well get distracted. It will give me time to recover and figure out where the hell to go from here.

"Hey!" She says to the phone.

She stands naked, mild consternation on her features. She glances at my cock, still half-hard and tied in silicone rings, and shuts her eyes close. Tight.

I bite back a sad chuckle. She evidently isn't ready to think of us as more than fuck buddies. Talking to her brother while I'm on display like this is weirding her out.

"Dear sister of mine. You texted?"

The room is quiet enough that I can hear Pablo's words clearly. I rub my face with both hands and vaguely realize I should say something.

"I did?" Her voice is high-pitched.

Or maybe I should walk away. Or let her know I can hear it. Would that make her panic more?

To be fair, even if we'd been together for three decades, she might not want to talk to Pablo while I'm naked and wearing a cock ring.

"You forgot?" he asks.

"I— I'm sure I did. Text, that is. Yeah. I have news."

I raise my eyebrows.

"So you said in your message," Pablo says from the speaker. "What's up?"

"Uhm… right."

"Is everything okay? You sound weird."