“Yeah, sure. Whatever you want. You won, after all. You can call the shots for the rest of the night.”
After we leave, Trevor drives us down by the beach. We stop for a snow cone before going for a walk. I’m not able to pull my mind from what happened, and it causes a sinking feeling in my chest. I know Trevor sees it. He doesn’t even act surprised when I tell him I’m ready to head home early. Disappointment blankets his face, but always the gentleman, he doesn’t protest while he walks me to his car and drives me home.
Brix is nowhere in sight when he drops me off and walks me to the door. I’m grateful he doesn’t make a move to try to kiss me. After we say our goodbyes, he promises to text me tomorrow and leaves me with a warm hug, telling me to have a good night. All my energy has been drained from me. Once inside, I head straight for my bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed. I keep the light off when I change my clothes, pulling on a t-shirt before crawling into bed.
I’m asleep before my head even hits the pillow. The sound of someone stumbling up the stairs wakes me a little while later. Pulling my phone out from where I tucked it under my pillow, the time reads after one in the morning.
I’m about to roll over and fall back asleep when the soft, giggling sounds of a woman filters through the door. The heavy weight in my chest returns, causing my heart to sink further.
Brix is home, and he’s not alone.
Their muffled words mixed with his moans and her giggles has my heart aching more. When his door shuts and his stereo flips on, I’m momentarily relieved for the sound of the music distracting from the torture of listening to them, until my thoughts shift to what they’re doing.
I picture him touching her in all the ways he’s talked about touching me—his mouth on hers as he grips her body, his hips moving against her when he brings them both to the precipice of their release.
Except, it’s not some faceless woman I see in my mind. Every thrust, every kiss, every moan is for me.
This is his way of trying to get back at me for tonight, to drive the knife even deeper, but even I know it’s not her he’s fucking.
It’s me.
Eight
Brix
The first thing I notice waking up the next morning is warm breath on my face mixed with the subtle sound of snoring. Immediately, I’m awake and ready for whoever is passed out in my bed to get out of here.
I don’t even try to be patient or careful as I pull my arm out from under the blonde sleeping next to me. Her wild curls in disarray toss haphazardly all over my pillow. She’s naked, except for the black bra still covering her chest. We hadn’t got quite that far.
I’m a legs and ass man, to be honest, so it wasn’t on the top of my priorities. I hadn’t planned or expected this to turn into a slumber party. When we got back to my place and into my room, I had to toss back a couple shots of Jack Daniel’s to push the look on Ivy’s face at the fair out of my mind.
I saw the shoes she wore by the door when we came stumbling in, but her bedroom door was closed. She had to have heard us last night. In fact, that was the whole plan of this rendezvous in the first place.
Like I said, I still hadn’t expected her to sleep over. Now that I’m awake, rocking a wretched hangover, I’m ready for her to get out of here so I can sleep this off alone.
“Time to wake up!” I shout over my stereo still playing. I reach for my discarded t-shirt, pulling it over my head.
She groans, rolling over and curling her arm under her head. I stare at her sleeping form, realizing this is going to be more difficult than I had initially thought.
Padding my way over to the other side of the room, I toss open the room-darkening curtains and pull up the blinds.She throws an arm over her face, groaning once more.
“C’mon. I need you to go now. I’m ordering you an Uber.”
Picking up my phone, I pull up the app and tap the request for an Uber to take her back to her car at the fairgrounds. It finally takes ripping the blanket off her before she wakes up. It’s cold in here. I hate sleeping when it’s hot, so I know with her butt-naked ass on display, it can’t be comfortable.
“You could’ve let me sleep. I could’ve seen myself out.”
I chuckle. If she thinks I’d let her sleep without me here, she’s fucking crazy.
“Yeah, not gonna happen. I need ya to go, now.”
She slips on her pants, not bothering with underwear, and pulls her tank top over her head. I realize now, she must not have worn panties in the first place.
Opening the door to my room, I wait before I follow her down the stairs. I notice Ivy’s door is open as we pass by, but she’s nowhere in sight. When I checked the time a few minutes ago, it was shortly after eight, so she must be up already.
Our parents took off to stay at our beach house near Myrtle Beach for the weekend. It’s a couple of hours away from Carolina Beach. They haven’t really been around much since they got home from their impromptu wedding. My dad often stays at his loft in the city since it’s close to work. Charlene has been staying there with him, wanting more time together now that they’re married.
Shaking my head, I still can’t believe all this has happened. It feels like everything over the past few weeks has been a dream. It hardly seems real that the girl I grew up hating is somehow my sister.