I just say what I wish someone would have told me when I let Becca go. “Fight. If you love her, fight for her. If she loves you as you love her, then she’ll appreciate that more than distance.”
“Yeah,” he says, sounding as if he’s not even paying attention to me. “I... Thanks, man. Thanks for being my best friend.” He hangs up, and I lower my phone to my lap. I’m not his best friend. Not like he thinks I am. I’ve been in love with his sister for four years now and seeing her behind his back for two weeks. Yeah, not a friend at all.
“That was nice of you.”
My head snaps up, and I see Becca standing in the doorway of her adjoining bathroom. “Hey, babe,” I say, looking her up and down. Black lace hangs low on her hips and dips down to cover her sex. A black bra matches, the lace cupping them. “I didn’t think you were here,” I say, looking over her again, slower this time.
“I didn’t think you were going to get off the phone,” she says honestly then pushes off the doorframe and walks over to me until she is standing between my legs.
My eyes drop to her legs, and my hands go to her thighs. I run them up her soft skin, and her hands go to my hair. Slowly, I make my way to the black lace at her hips and hook my fingers into them. I pull them down enough to expose her shaved pussy. And I lick my lips.
Her nails scrape across my scalp, and then her fingers tighten in my hair. I suck in a breath when she yanks my head back, and I have to look up at her. “I’ve been craving you all day,” I admit shamelessly.
She smiles down at me and pulls away. “I wanted to give you something special since we were interrupted this morning. But you’re gonna have to wait a little longer.”
My hands fall from her body, and she readjusts her black thong. “I bought something for you today,” she says excitedly.
I smile. “What is it?”
“It’s a surprise.” Then she looks over at her closed bedroom door. “Why don’t you go pour us a glass of wine while I get ready?”
“What about Ashlyn?” I ask, looking down at my hard cock hidden by my boxers.
“She’s gone,” she assures me. “She won’t be back for at least two hours.” Then she turns and walks back into her bathroom, closing the door behind her.
I get up and make my way to the kitchen. I turn on the light and grab two wine glasses from the cabinet and then retrieve the bottle from the fridge. I sit it on the counter when the door swings open. “What the ...?”
Ryder barges in and comes to a quick stop when he sees me standing at the counter. “What are you doing here?” he asks confused. I stand perfectly still as if he can’t see me. But then I remember what I’m wearing and drop my hands in front of my hard cock. His eyes drop to my boxers as well since that’s the only thing I’m wearing. “And where the fuck are your clothes?” he demands.
I’ve got to get Becca to move out of here. And soon. I just wanna have sex and not get interrupted. “Ryder.” I raise my hands in surrender, but then remember my boxers and lower them quickly. “It’s not what you think.”
His eyes narrow on me, and he takes a step toward me. “Are you seeing her?” he growls. “So this is what you’ve been doing? Fucking her behind my back?” he demands.
“Ryder ... I ...”
“So this whole time I’ve been worried about the wrong guy,” he snaps.
I frown at his choice of words. Wrong guy? My eyes widen, and I start to shake my head quickly. “I’m not seeing Ashlyn ...”
“Ryder.” Becca yelps as she comes running down the hallway, interrupting me. “What are you doing here?” Her green eyes narrow on him, and she places her hands on her hips. I look over her tits on display along with her long legs. She’s in an all-black lace teddy that matches her bra and panties. And a pair of black heels to top it off. My already hard cock twitches, and I close my eyes, sighing. Fuck!
“Becca, what the fuck?” he growls. “Go put on some clothes!” He holds his hand up as if to block her out and looks at me. I continue to stand perfectly still hoping I’ll disappear into smoke and slide right out the front door that is still wide open.
His eyes widen, and they find their way back to me. “Why are you not dressed?” he shouts at her.
“Why do you keep entering my apartment like you own it?” she demands, her voice rising with every word. “Get out!”
“What the fuck is going on, B?” he demands. His eyes find mine once again, and he points over at her. “You’ve been fucking my sister,” he shouts, and I flinch.
“Ryder, I—”
“What and who I do is none of your business,” Becca interrupts me.
He points at me and looks at her wide-eyed. “How long has this been going on?” he demands.
She crosses her arms over her chest; it just makes her tits look even better, and my mouth begins to water. “Again, none of your business.”
“Becca,” he growls.
“What?” She arches a brow. “Don’t like being kept in the dark?”
He takes a step toward her. “What does that fucking mean?” he snaps.
She smiles at him, and I think she’s enjoying this way too much. “Why are you here, Ryder?”
He runs a hand through his hair as he looks her over again. Then his eyes quickly go to the floor. “I came to talk to Ashlyn,” he says through clenched teeth.
“She’s on a date.”
His eyes snap up at hers, and my brows rise. She is? Is she just fucking with him? Then I remember that guy who had texted her later Saturday night Sunday morning. “With Bradley?” he demands. “Because she told me that was over.”
She snorts. “It is. Some new guy she met at the club Saturday night.”
He fists his hands down by his side. “Where did they go?”
She takes a step toward him and holds out her right hand. “I want your key,” she declares. He grinds his teeth. “Is she worth the key?” she asks, and he growls.
Reaching into his pocket, he removes his key and tosses it onto the kitchen counter. It slides across it and hits the floor by my feet. “Where is she?” he demands.
“At the Chinese Kitchen,” she says happily.
He spins around and goes to the open door, but he stops and looks at me over his shoulder. His green eyes bore into mine with hatred. And I deserve it. I chose a woman over him. I told Becca with love comes picking sides. And when it comes to her, the choice it easy. “I’m going to call you in thirty minutes, and I expect you to answer.” He looks back over at Becca. “And you’re going to go along with whatever I say.” I arch a brow in question because he isn’t making any sense. “You owe me that much.” Then he walks out, slamming the door behind him.
I walk over to her, and her green eyes are on fire. Her nostrils flared and her lips thin. “I’m sorry. He didn’t tell me that he was going to come here and talk to her.”
“He is such a dick,” she shouts. “He just barges in here like he owns it.”
I sigh ‘cause I’m not sure what to say. I couldn’t have stopped that from happening.
“Say it,” she growls.
“Say what?” I ask, frowning.
She looks up at me. “Tell me I told you so, Becca. You should have told him.”
“I’m not gonna say that,” I say truthfully.
“But you were thinking it,” she adds.
“No,” I say, and she lets out a huff before spinning around and giving me her back.
I grab her arm and stop her. “Hey. This isn’t about who is wrong or right,” I tell her.
“God, he pisses me off,” she growls. “He’s treated Ashlyn like shit, and then he thinks he can come to our home and tell me what I can and can’t do.” She shakes her head quickly.
“Calm down, babe,” I say, running my hands up and down her arms. They’re shaking in anger. “Take a deep breath.”
She looks up at me, her green eyes determined. “I’m ready.”
“Ready for what?” I ask, frowning.
“Ready for us
to be selfish. Ready for us to do what we want and not care what others think or want.” I just stare down at her ‘cause I’m not sure where she is going with this. “It’s time I think about myself and what I want.”
I cup her face. “What do you want, baby?”
“You.” She wraps her arms around me, her body softening against mine. “I want me and you to be happy.”
“I thought we were happy?” I ask confused.
She gives me a soft smile. “We could be happier.”
“How so?” I ask pulling her into me. My cock still hard for her.
“Living together.”
I smile down at her. “So you’re saying ...?”
“I’m ready to move in with you, Jaycent. I’m ready for us to start doing what we want, however we want.”
TO BE CONTINUED...
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BONUS SCENE FROM SELFLESS!
RYDER
I am going to have to bleach my eyes. Like there is no other way to forget what I just saw, but I’m pretty sure I will never look at my sister or the man I called my best friend the same again. I have to say I never saw that coming. That was a punch to the face, and it’s gonna leave a fucking scar. How long? How long has my best friend been fucking my sister? It can’t be more than a week, right? I mean she’s been with Conner for four years now. I fist my hands down to my side thinking of that fucker. That’s one thing I can say about Jaycent; he wouldn’t treat her the way Conner did. But that doesn’t make this okay! They’ve been lying to me!
“Where to, sir?” Milton asks me as I storm out of the Q’s front door and rush down the stairs.
“The Chinese restaurant,” I growl, pulling my cell out of my suit jacket and jumping in the back seat.
As Milton drives me through Manhattan traffic, I call her; once, twice. Three times: nothing. What if they’re no longer at the restaurant? What if he’s already taken her to his place? That thought makes my chest tighten. I can’t lose her. Not like this; cause of my stupidity.
She had called and said she loved me? I woke up on my office floor the following morning but thought that had been a fucking nightmare. Just wishful thinking. She was long gone and never was mine. Her confessing that she loved me could have only been my mind playing tricks on me. Fuck me; I have fucked up royally.
Milton pulls up to the restaurant. “Do I need to wait for you, sir?” he asks.
“No,” I say as I climb out and shut the door behind me. I’m not sure how I’ll leave this place. Either with Ashlyn on my arm or in a body bag because she kills me. My options are pretty open. But if for some reason luck goes my way, we can take a cab back to my apartment where I will spend all night on my knees apologizing with my head between her thighs.
I push open the door, and the waitress looks up at me. “How may I help you, sir?”
“I won’t be here long,” I say and walk past her.
“Sir?” She follows me, but I ignore her.
I walk around aimlessly, looking for the beautiful blonde who stormed into my office this morning. She doesn’t know it, but I’m about to pull her own prank on her. It’s the same one I saw her use on Conner at the rooftop bar. And just like Conner, she’s gonna hate it. “Sir, you can’t ...”
I smile when I spot her in the back at a round table. Showtime. I pick up my pace all but running and slam my hips into it, my hands coming down on the table hard, my hips hitting the sides and making it rattle, knocking her drink over onto her blue dress.
She jumps up from her seat. “What the ...?”
“Sis, come quickly,” I shout, making my eyes wide with fear.
“Ryder?” She growls my name, and it’s never sounded so sweet. This is the woman I fell in love with. The smart-ass woman who stood on a beach ready to fight the world.
“Come quick, sis. Mom needs us,” I add in a rush.
“Sis?” The man wearing what looks to be a toupee asks. “I thought you were an only child.” So they’re already sharing their personal life? I got here just in time.
“I am,” she tells him.
I reach up and grab her left hand, yanking her across the table, toward me. She lets out a huff at my force. “How can you say that, sis?” I look over my shoulder to the man. “She’s embarrassed by me,” I say, pouting.
“Ryder,” she snaps, yanking her hand from my hold. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“I’ve been calling you.” I’ve been calling her all freaking day. Ever since she stormed out of my office this morning. And then I called the flower shop to make sure her flowers had been delivered. They had yet still no phone call. I had officially fucked up royally. And was not sure I could make up for the time that I have missed, but I’m going to die trying.
“My phone died,” she snaps. “Leave. Now.”
“I can’t not without you. It’s Nibbles,” I say breathing heavy.
“Who is Nibbles?” the man asks worriedly.
“Nibbles is our mother’s pet rabbit,” I say sniffing.
“He’s lying,” she says flatly. “Ryder leave.”
“Sis, how can you say that?” I ask and then place a fist in my mouth and pretend to bite down on it. I sniff again. “How can you speak of Nibbles that way?” I ask, and I will the tears to well in my eyes. Fuck me; I should have been an actor. This is almost as good as her pregnancy performance.
She slams her fists down on the table and leans over it, her blue eyes hard. “Are you drunk?” I lean into her and slowly smile at her. It’s a fuck you smile, and she knows it. I’m not drunk; I’m determined. I’m gonna win this battle if I have to set this place on fire to do it. “This is not funny.” She hisses, her eyes narrowing to little slits.
I transform my face back into a pout, and my bottom lip quivers. “I’m not laughing, sis. This is serious. Mom is just heartbroken. We have to get home now.”
“Isn’t your mother in Seattle?” the man asks confused.
I clench my jaw at how much she has already told this guy. How many dates have they gone on? She smiles at that.
She throws me one last go to hell look and takes a deep breath and plops back down in her seat and smiles at the man across from her. “What’s the rush? Nibbles is already dead.” She shrugs carelessly and flips her blond hair over her shoulder. “Where were we, Nick?”
She looks up at me, and I glare down at her. Oh, she’s better than I gave her credit for. But I have a backup plan. I yank my phone out of my pocket and send Jaycent a quick text. Hating to have to need the friend who has stabbed me in the back. But knowing that I can use that for leverage not that I need him.
Me: Call me now and fucking play along. Ashlyn is my sister, and you’re our mother. Nibbles, our bunny has died. Make it sound believable.
My phone dings immediately.
Jaycent: What?
Me: Just fucking make something up!
“I, uh ... a drink,” Nick finally answers her nervously and then swallows. “Maybe get you a new drink?” he asks, sounding unsure of what to do.
“I think that’s a great idea,” she says. Nick slowly raises his hand as he looks around the packed restaurant timidly as if he’s one of those students who isn’t sure they know the answer but wanna participates. I hated Nick before I even walked into this restaurant; now, I just think he’s an idiot.
All of a sudden, my phone rings, and I see it’s Jaycent. I answer it. “Hello, Mother,” I say softly.
“Uh, Ryder, what the fuck is going on?” he demands.
“Just hang up, babe.” I hear my sister snap in the background. My jaw clenches at her words. How much has happened that I don’t know about?
Ashlyn gets my attention placing her elbows on the table and her chin in her hands. I almost smile at her defeat. “Hang on, Momma. I’m gonna place you on speakerphone.”
“Ryder, what the fuck—”
“I’m here with Ashlyn,” I inform him, cutting him off. I place him on s
peakerphone and hold it down to her face. “It’s Mother,” I say loudly for him to know he’s on. “Momma, Ashlyn is here.”
She looks up at me with hatred. I refrain from smiling. “Ashlyn?” Jaycent squeals, and she jumps back in surprise. “Oh God, Ashlyn, Nibbles is dead,” he cries, and I have to bite my inner cheek to keep from laughing. At least he’s still good for something.
“Tell her what happen,” I say. Mainly to fuck with him. I find it funny that I can kill two birds with one stone. Maybe he’ll think twice about fucking my sister next time.
“Uh ...” He pauses. “Your father ran over him ... her. Ran over her. He was just hopping along ...” The voice breaks, and I gotta give him credit. Maybe this acting thing isn’t so hard. “Tire marks ... over his back ...” I choke back a sob, and she rolls her eyes.
“Kill me now,” she mumbles.
“Oh God,” the voice over the phone wails at her words, and she blows some loose blond hairs from her face.
Nick looks at her wide-eyed. “Ashlyn, you should go. Your mother needs you. We can have dinner another night ...”
“Oh, what a sweet boy,” the whiny voice adds. “I need my babies, Ashlyn. Ryder, please. Come home. We must have a ... burial.”
She looks around the packed restaurant that has suddenly found us more interesting than anyone else in here. I just stare at her.
She finally shoves her chair back and glares up at me. I wink at her. Gotcha. She walks around the table and grabs Nick’s hand and pulls him to stand. “I’m sorry, Nick. I’ll call you tomorrow.” Then she leans in and gives him a kiss on the lips.
I yank her away instantly, leaving Nick standing there, lips still puckered. “Gotta go, sis,” I say tightly, and she allows me to drag her out of the restaurant. As soon as we’re outside in the warm evening air, she shoves me away.
“What the fuck was that?” she shouts.
“I’ll call you tomorrow,” I say into my phone then hang up. I don’t plan to let that go—no matter if he just helped me or not—but first things first.
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