Page 7 of All He Wants

I dutifully wrote down the answer and prayed she wouldn’t put her hands on me again. Not when it caused such a strong reaction. Hugging her yesterday when she’d arrived had been hard enough, and I’d kept my hips angled away from her during the brief contact so that my body didn’t get any ideas. But this… just being near her, smelling the sweet scent of her skin, feeling the vibration of her laugh in my chest like it was my own — it was hard to pretend those things didn’t affect me.

Em spotted the tear in the paper and giggled. “Here, I’ll do it.” Her hands brushed mine as she took the paper and set it in her own lap, drawing my eyes down to her legs. She placed the end of the pen in her mouth and I nearly groaned as her full lips closed around the tip. Ember was hot without even trying and no matter how much I wished I didn’t, I noticed.

By the time the quiz questions were done, I was nearly crawling out of my skin. I’d happily relinquished the pen and paper to Ember for the rest of the game and did my best to put as much distance between us as possible — which was difficult, because Em wanted to whisper all the answers to me so the other teams couldn’t hear.

We got half the answers wrong, but I couldn’t bring myself to care — not if admitting our defeat meant getting a second to get away and clear my head.

Predictably, Nick and my mom scored the most points, Dad tried to argue that the answers were wrong, and Ember’s cheeks had gone pink as she chewed Nick out for being a sore winner.

“Next time, you’ll just have to pick the winning team, sweetheart.” Nick grinned and I felt Ember bristle at my side.

She huffed out a breath. “I don’t remember being given a choice in the matter,” she muttered, low enough that Nick couldn’t hear her but that I could. Ember would have no trouble fitting in with the family — it turned out that she was just as competitive as the rest of them.

“So,” Dad said, clapping his hands together and looking around hopefully. “Monopoly?”

“You know, I’ve got a headache coming on. Rain check?” I stood without waiting for an answer and kissed my mom on the cheek before retreating to the hall and making my way up the stairs toward my room.

The stairs creaked the tiniest amount as I walked the familiar route on autopilot. Growing up, my room had been opposite Nick’s, and my mom had set us both up in the same rooms from our childhood — though they’d been renovated a dozen times since then.

Still, the familiarity of the walk grounded me until I was closing the door behind myself and resting my back against it while my shoulders sagged. It was only a little over a week, that was all I had to survive. Then I could go back to avoiding my brother and Ember until I could get her out of my head.

The distance was rough though. Nick and I had always been close, given that we were so similar in age, it was honestly a miracle that he hadn’t become suspicious of my absence yet. Small mercies.

Footsteps sounded in the hall, a low murmur of voices rising, and tension slipped back into my body as I realized it had to be Ember and Nick making their way to his room. At least the hall separating us meant that I didn’t have to hear them fucking — that might have been the final nail in my coffin otherwise.

Suddenly there was a thud and a gasp, and I moved before I could think it through. The door handle turned under my palm just as Ember moaned.

I froze, the door already open a crack. Enough for me to see but not be seen.

What had I been expecting, honestly? That Nick had hurt her? I knew better than that. They were pressed against the wall, eyes locked on each other as Nick reached up and wrapped Ember’s long blonde waves around his fist in a tight grip that made her arch against him.

I needed to close the door. To go back to bed and pretend I’d seen nothing. I made to do exactly that, when the sound of my name made me halt in place.

“Such a little brat,” Nick growled. “Draped all over my brother all night… Did you know I was watching? Were you trying to make me jealous?” Nick’s laugh was low and Ember whimpered when he captured her mouth in a fierce kiss, the wet sound of their lips echoing in my head.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Em tried, her breath harsh and chest rising and falling rapidly. She groaned loudly when Nick palmed her breast through her sweater and I felt my cock jump against my zipper at the sound.

Nick hummed. “Oh, of course. It’s not like I told you about Oakley and I sharing girlfriends and you got curious, right? Or have you always had a thing for him?”

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

What was Nick saying? My mind was running wild instantly, conjuring up ridiculous scenarios, possibilities, even as Ember stayed quiet beyond the occasional breathy moan.

My brother chuckled as he pulled back from her, leaving Em looking dazed and bereft with her mussed hair and lips swollen from their kisses. My breath slowly eased out of me. They were done with whatever this was, I should close the door. Take a cold shower. Go to sleep. So why couldn’t I move?

Then Nick prowled forward, taking her mouth like he owned it, a rough sound leaving him when Ember reached down to palm his dick through his jeans.

“Greedy little brat,” he tutted. “One brother not enough for you?” His hand pushed the hem of her sweater up, revealing the sheer baby blue lace of her bra and her breasts straining against the material, desperate for his touch. Nick rolled one nipple through the fabric and Ember’s head hit the wall with a thunk as she widened her legs. So responsive.

One deft hand flicked open the button on her jeans and I shuddered when the sound of her wet pussy filled the hall, wishing I could see it, taste it, for myself.

“You’re so wet, baby. Is this all for me? Or is it for Oakley?” Nick’s hand moved under her jeans and Ember whimpered. “Are you pretending these are his fingers right now? Sinking inside you, filling you so good?”

I was scared to move, to breathe, my eyes were wide and aching from not blinking as I waited for her response.

Nick lifted her, leveraging her body against the wall as her legs wrapped around his waist, his hand still slicking through her wetness. “Answer me, baby.”

“Yes,” she panted and all the blood rushed from my head to my cock, leaving me dizzy as my hand found the bulge in my pants and squeezed.