by Rona Jameson
I nuzzled into Rogan’s neck and announced to everyone in the limo, “I need a nap, Rogan. Please don’t tell Mom and Dad I’m drunk.” I closed my eyes and pretended to sleep. Instead, I enjoyed the heady scent coming from Rogan’s neck, where my nose was buried.
His cologne was perfect for the boy wearing it, and I really didn’t want to give him up when we arrived at the club.
I heard others exiting the car, and then Rogan whispered, “You can wake up now, we’re alone.”
My eyes fluttered open and with a gentle tease, I brushed a soft kiss on his neck. I felt the tremble in Rogan’s body at my touch.
“Do we really have to go inside?” I moaned.
“Yeah, we do.” He tugged me up with him. “Let’s go and eat. Sober you up.” His hand rode low on my back as he guided me inside the country club with the fancy white entrance of pillars and carvings.
The meal continued into the evening and then the dancing began. Half the guests were drunk and the other half were well on their way to joining them. As for me, I was stone cold sober with sore feet.
I’d danced so many times and had to watch as Rogan did too. Seeing him heading outside with his last dancing partner, I was angry—and jealous. So I followed, intending to give him a piece of my mind. However, I paused when I saw him backing away from the girl, only to have her advance on him. The girl reached her hands up to his handsome face. Rogan turned at the last minute and she kissed his cheek instead.
That was my cue.
“Rogan,” I snapped and narrowed my eyes at the look on his face. “I need to talk to you.”
The blonde slammed her hands on her hips. “He’s busy, slut.”
My eyes widened at what the blonde had called me. Rogan grabbed the girl’s arm and spun her to face him. “The only slut here is you.” He released her and moved to me, then took my arm, and led me into the gardens.
“I was pissed at all the guys you were dancing with,” Rogan admitted before I could even ask anything. “So I danced. I hate dancing.” He shoved his hands into his hair only to find it short and giving up, clenched his fists at his side. “I only wanted to dance with you,” he drawled, angry.
“I’m standing right here, Rogan.” I opened my arms wide. “I want to dance with you more than anyone.” I offered him a wry smile. “You never asked me.”
Rogan watched me for a moment, and then I found myself caught up in his big strong arms, our bodies pressed together. My arms held him tightly and when I caressed the hair at the nape of his neck, he shuddered, squeezing me tightly.
Seconds later, the heavens opened and the rain fell, soaking us both to the skin. I tugged Rogan’s head toward mine until our foreheads pressed together.
The fresh rain pounded down and all I saw was the boy in front of me. “Kiss me, Rogan,” I pleaded. “Just once, pretend I really can be yours.” My heart pounded in time to the rain while I waited for him to reach for me with his lips.
His eyes closed as though he was in pain, and when he opened them, they blazed with a heat I hadn’t seen before. “If I kiss you, Fallon, I won’t ever be able to stop.” His lips pressed hard against my forehead before he took my hand and pulled me with him back to the club and shelter from the summer storm.
Rogan quickly disappeared as Mom rushed to me, my tears not going unnoticed by Rogan, or Mom.
Rogan
I panted hard, trying to get out of sight of my family as I quickly moved around the side of the country club and collapsed against a pillar. The rain pounded down hard and I was soaked to the skin, but I didn’t care. My heart threatened to explode out of my chest at the overwhelming need I had to go back to Fallon and take what she’d offered me.
Kiss me, she’d whispered. Pretend I really can be yours. Her words had nearly broken me. From somewhere deep I’d managed to push her away and run. I shouldn’t have run, but it was the only way to stop myself from taking what was mine.
I gasped for breath and pushed myself away from the concrete slab I clung to. On unsteady legs, I started to walk down the driveway that led to the main road. Water splashed up over my legs from speeding cars as I hunkered down into the collar of my tux, which didn’t do anything to protect me from the storm. With any luck, Leon and Chase would still be hanging out at the diner in town, and I’d be able to hitch a ride home with them.
By the time I arrived at the diner, I looked as though I’d been for a swim in the river before heading into town. Soaked to the bone and feeling chilled, I opened the door to the diner and stopped at the sharp gasp. I turned my head and found Leon and Chase sitting at a table with Corinne.
That’s all I needed.
“Rogan Scott, what on earth happened to you?” Gladys asked from behind the register, and in the next breath she moved toward me with a towel.
I had to laugh when she tossed it to me. My reflexes were quick and I caught it mid-throw, otherwise it would have smacked me in the face.
“Thanks.” I smirked. “You have noticed the rain bouncing off the sidewalk, right?”
Gladys rolled her eyes. “Don’t sass me.” Her finger shook in my direction.
“I wouldn’t dream of it, Miss Gladys.” I smiled and kissed her on the cheek as I walked past. “I’d love some coffee to warm me up.”
“I’ll warm you up.”
The moment I caught Corinne’s words, my eyes briefly met Gladys’, and she whispered, “Mind that one.”
“Yes, ma’am.” I winked at the woman who I’d known since moving to town so many years before.
Dropping the towel in the space beside Corinne, I sat and winced as my wet clothing stuck to my skin, causing goose bumps to spread across my flesh.
“I’m not sure it was wise coming inside.”
“Thought you were at a wedding,” Leon commented.
“I was. Needed to get away.” I could see Corinne out of the corner of my eye watching me closely.
Tired and heartsick, I sighed and leaned against the back of the seat. I closed my eyes and immediately thought of Fallon. What was she doing? Had she stopped crying?
Someone kicked me beneath the table and my eyes snapped open and zoomed in on Leon, who glared at me.
“What?”
“You’re acting weird.” Leon tilted his head and continued staring.
“Don’t be silly.” Corinne paused. “Rogan always has the brooding look going on. Why do you think all the girls like him?”
I silently groaned, and turned my head to look at Corinne. She was a pretty girl, but she sometimes got lost in her looks, which wasn’t attractive. She worked hard in school, and that was a point in her favor, but her eyes were always on me, and mine were always on Fallon.
Maybe Corinne was what I needed to get my mind off my sister. Could I actually date her, and continue to do so, without confusion and frustration with Fallon clouding my judgment? It was something to think about, but for now I was too exhausted to even move.
Gladys placed a steaming cup of dark coffee in front of me. “Enjoy, Rogan.” She patted my shoulder and winced, then grabbed the towel tucked into her apron and dried her hand.
“Thank you, Gladys.” I took a sip. “I mean it. Thank you.”
“You’re always welcome, Rogan.”
“What was that about?” Corinne asked, sounding jealous, which made me laugh.
“It’s private.”
Gladys had always looked out for us. She was a friend, or like a grandma. She was always ready with the advice, whether we wanted it or not.
Corinne pouted, then quickly smiled. “So, when are we going on our date? I’m still waiting, Rogan.”
My stomach rolled. I couldn’t think about that now, not when Fallon’s words and the feeling of holding her in my arms were still fresh in my mind.
“We’ll do something soon.”
Chase glared at me before he turned to Corinne. My friend had been the silent and brooding one, which had me concerned.
I frowned. “Everything okay?”
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br /> Leon turned to look at Chase, and with all eyes on him, Chase blushed. He’d always hated to be the center of attention, even with Leon and me, who were his best friends.
“Didn’t sleep last night,” Chase admitted. “In fact, I think I’m going to head home if you’re both finished.”
“Yes. I’m in need of a warm shower and dry clothes.”
“Let’s go.” Leon slipped from the booth and Chase followed. “Corinne, we’ll walk you to your car first.”
“I guess. It’s early, though.”
Chase tugged me from the booth and Corinne followed at a slower pace.
“We’re all tired, Corinne.” I guided her toward the door. “We’ll see you at school.” I didn’t leave her any option but to follow us outside into the storm after I’d said my goodbye to Gladys.
“I’m not sure I want you in my car,” Leon said, looking between his car and me.
I smirked and ignored my friend, and climbed into the back seat. As soon as Leon started the engine, heat from the vents started to fill the car. By the time Leon pulled into his driveway, I didn’t want to move. I was exhausted, but I knew I’d be sick if I didn’t get my butt out of the car and into my own house, where a really hot shower waited.
“Thanks,” I said to Leon over the hood of the car.
The rain had stopped and we hovered outside.
“What do you think of Corinne?” I asked.
“She’s okay.” Leon paused and searched my gaze for something. “You’re not really into her, and we both know once you get the date out of the way it won’t be happening again, so why are you asking?”
I rubbed at my brow. “Just thinking.” I pushed myself away from the car and slowly started to make my way to my house. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
I entered my dark house and went directly to my bedroom. I tossed the wet clothes into the hamper and climbed into the shower, enjoying the feel of the steaming water on my aching body. My hands pressed against the shower wall and I dropped my head, and stared at my feet. I really was bone-tired, but obviously not tired enough to keep Fallon out of my head, because there she was. Front and center. My eyes quickly snapped shut, which did not help any. All I saw was the girl who sassed me in nothing but her underwear.
My breathing became heavy with the image I had of Fallon and her body. Thinking of Fallon gave me another ache. One deep in my groin. My hand reached for my throbbing dick and as I slowly started to rub, I wondered if I’d ever be free of her.
10
Rogan
After I’d left Fallon in tears at our cousin’s wedding, and with my confusion over what to do about Corinne, I found it difficult to be around Fallon. I wished things between us weren’t awkward because I really missed her.
For so long, she had always been by my side, one of the guys. She was the one person I knew would always be there for me, like I would her. But our relationship changed during the summer. It was my entire fault for not keeping my mouth shut and my hands to myself. I had no wish to go back to how things were before though, because I really did love her. I wished it were as simple as that instead of complicated.
Fallon had developed into a beautiful young woman with the body of someone older.
Leon had made the mistake once of commenting on Fallon’s chest, and before I could blink, I had him pinned to the ground, as Chase scrambled to pull me off of Leon. They quickly got that she was out of bounds, but it was the other guys our age and older who drooled over her that got me angry. Fallon was oblivious to the attention she received and that made me smile, but it also drove me crazy. Her attention was always on me, which was why she had no clue. That filled me with a warm kind of excitement.
Moving to my bedroom window when I heard a noise, I watched Fallon settle on her belly on a lounge chair. Her bikini panties were small and showed far more than she should flash outside of the house. The sun blazed down on her, and her long, bronzed legs spread out as she got comfortable.
Before I realized what I was doing, I was outside and crashing onto the chair next to Fallon’s. I grinned when she turned her head, a light blush coating her cheeks as her eyes trailed over my chest. My blood thickened and caused a rapid swelling in my shorts.
Silently groaning, I laid on my front, trying to get comfortable, hoping she hadn’t noticed my reaction to her. I did try to ignore her body, but my eyes had other ideas as they strayed to her chest when she sat up.
I quickly turned my gaze away and tried to think about something else, like college. College was good. I needed to consider a major, and it wouldn’t be anatomy.
“Are you not going to talk to me?” she asked.
“Just ignore me,” I mumbled.
“That’s not easy to do,” she muttered while I kept my eyes tightly shut.
A few minutes later, I heard rustling beside me and opened my eyes to see what she was doing. I found her sitting on the side of her lounger looking at my thighs, her gaze moving upward.
“What’s wrong?” I asked, my voice husky.
“You don’t have any sunscreen on,” she commented. “You’ll burn.”
“I don’t need any.”
She smacked me on the butt, causing more of a reaction in me than she probably expected. Breathing heavily, I dropped my face into the towel beneath me and wondered what the heck I was thinking coming out here with her. My body was hot and tight and ached so badly that I was afraid to move.
“Don’t be a jerk. I’ll put it on you.”
My brain shut down completely, but the moment I felt cool liquid hit my back, followed by her hands, my body shut down and all the blood rushed south. I throbbed unbelievably hard and fast from her touch. I couldn’t move away. I wasn’t sure I would if I could. Her touch felt so good that I struggled to breathe.
I really wished I could see her face right then, see whether or not she was reacting to me, whether her body was suffering the same as mine was.
“Legs,” she mumbled, her voice husky. She cleared her throat. “It’s going to be one of the hottest days so far this month, so you need plenty of lotion on. You can do me next.”
I slammed my eyes closed and clenched my jaw. I was sure she hadn’t meant her words the way I’d heard them, but I was in so much trouble. No way could I turn over with the hard problem in my shorts.
She dribbled lotion over my legs and then her hands were all over my thighs, dipping in between, making sure the lotion got to every part of bare skin. My breath got trapped in my lungs as her fingers slipped under the hem of my shorts, the tips grazing my butt. At that point I lost it and buried my face in the towel beneath me as my body became strung tight.
Concentrating hard, I fought not to thrust my hips, and, especially, not to moan out loud. Goose bumps covered my skin as I came in my shorts from her sensitive touch. Her hands not stopping told me she had no idea about the pleasure I’d just experienced. But as I concentrated on breathing again, I realized I was never going to survive spreading the lotion over her skin—over her curves, up her long legs to the curve of her butt.
I needed to leave.
Inhaling, I grabbed the towel and kept it in front of me as I quickly jumped to my feet. “I just remembered I have to do something.”
Fallon frowned as I quickly turned and ran into the house and upstairs to my room.
I tossed the towel, kicked off my shorts, wincing at the sticky mess I’d made, and headed into the shower.
Her hands had felt amazing on my heated skin. I’d desperately wanted to return the favor, but no way would I have been able to control myself. I’d already lost it with her hands on me.
Her voice had been husky, which made me wonder if touching me had affected her just as badly.
One thing I did know was that somehow, someway, the madness had to end before we destroyed our family.
Fallon did and always would mean the world to me…as a sister.
It could never be more.
So you keep saying!
Fallo
n
Julia and I walked toward Greg’s house party and I was so tempted to tell my friend about Rogan’s reaction that afternoon. I’d always told her everything, well…almost everything. I couldn’t tell Julia how I really felt about Rogan. I couldn’t tell her what touching him had made me feel. I suspected he’d enjoyed it more than he should have, especially when he escaped into the house before anything could be said.
I’d been tempted to follow him, but Julia had chosen right then to call about Greg’s party.
The lawn in front of Greg’s house was already littered with empty cups, and bodies. Rogan came striding toward us from the direction of the front door. He was in black jeans and a white T-shirt, his dark hair stuck up in spikes.
“What are you doing here?” Rogan hissed with Chase and Leon on his heels.
Rogan quickly moved his hooded gaze up and down my body, causing heat to rise to my cheeks. The tinge of red on his own face probably had something to do with the low hung jeans and the fitted pink T-shirt I wore. My choice of clothing certainly did nothing to cool his temper as his jaw hardened.
“You shouldn’t be at this party.”
“Why?” I stepped nose-to-nose with him. “Why can you be here and I can’t? I was invited.”
Rogan clenched his jaw while Leon and Chase watched him, a frown on their faces.
Chase stepped forward and slung an arm around Rogan’s neck. “We can keep an eye on them,” he suggested. “Loosen up, man.”
I was tempted to glance at Chase and thank him, but I refrained. My eyes stayed on Rogan, wondering what was going through his head. He was always protective of me, but tonight he seemed to be going a bit over the top, even for him. We were at the same place, so he would be able to keep the boys away, as always. I wasn’t worried and neither should he.
“Rogan.” I reached out and intertwined my fingers with his, trying to calm him. “I promise not to misbehave. I just want to have some fun with my friends, and you.” I offered him a small smile. “I knew you’d be here.” I made sure he knew what I meant.