I knew it was wrong, but I didn't let her go. I stepped closer into her space, and her small breasts pushed against my chest. Her nipples had pebbled up under the thin material of her dress, and my eyes darted downward.
What the fuck was I doing?
I should not be manhandling my best friends sister whilst imagining licking at her nipples. And I most definitely should not be walking her backwards into the ladies room.
It didn’t matter that she went without complaint. Her pretty eyes hooded and sultry as she looked up at me.
It didn’t fucking matter that she wanted me. Because it was wrong.
I just couldn’t help myself.
“I am well aware that I’m not your brother Chelsea.” My voice was nothing but a ragged whisper, but her eyes widened. For a second, she looked surprised. It puzzled me, that look. Surely she knew what she was fucking doing to me?
“Wicked…”
It was the breathy way she said my name, the blatant lust in her eyes that finally brought me back to my senses. I stepped away, my hand finally letting go of her hair. “Don’t Chelsea.” I shook my head.
What the fuck was I thinking? Wanting her? Touching her like I had?
“Don’t What?” She seemed genuinely confused. And I couldn’t say I blamed her. I was giving her mixed signals I knew that I just couldn’t help myself.
“Don’t look at me like that,” I growled. “It’s driving me insane.” I motioned to her with my hand. From the full dark hair to her silver heels and then back up. As if that explained everything.
Any man would have got it instantly. But Chelsea just looked confused.
“My dress is driving you insane?”
I groaned again. “Yes, your dress, your body, your goddamn face.” I swallowed hard. “The memory of your hand on my dick. It’s all driving me insane.”
Something flickered to life in her face. A kind of hope. “I don’t mean to drive you insane Wicked…. it doesn’t have to. We can….”
I cut her off. I knew what she was about to say, and I didn’t want to hear it. If she offered herself to me, any resemblance of control would disappear.
I shook my head. “The fuck we can Chelsea… you're just a kid.” I knew I had said the wrong thing the moment the words left my lips. Anger flared into life, making her cheeks turn red. “I wasn’t a kid when my hand was on your dick though was I Wicked?”
“And I should have pulled over and told you to stop. I should have been the adult.” I turned my back on her, running my hand across my face. My palm smelt of her shampoo. Something fruity and tropical.
“You enjoyed it, Wicked.”
I whirled back towards her. Stepping back into her space. “Yeah I did Chelsea, I enjoyed it a lot, but that doesn’t mean I’m going to take it further. You are Ruins kid sister.”
“But you would if I wasn’t? You do realise I am a woman, right? Not a child? If I…..”
I silenced her with my lips. My tongue snaking into her mouth as I ground myself into her stomach. “Count yourself lucky you are out of bounds Chelsea if you weren’t his sister. I would have fucked you and then fucked you off.” Without another word I turned, heading towards the door. “Don’t try it on with me again, Chelsea I mean it. And no more fucking around with your preppy ass boyfriend either.” I didn’t let her finish as I pushed my way out of the bathroom.
I couldn’t stay in the same room as her a second longer, not when she was so open to my advances. I couldn’t be fucking trusted. Not when it came to her.
***
“Chelsea?”
I turned to Ruin in shock. And the confusion must have shown on my face because he gave a laugh.
“What?”
“Did you find her?” Ruins head raised from where he had been nuzzling his old ladies neck. His dark eyebrows shot down over his eyes.
“Oh yeah.” I reached for my pint, taking a sip before I answered him. How had I forgotten that he had asked me to have a word with Chelsea? It had been the only reason I had followed her to the bathroom.