Page 107 of Catch My Fall
“Stop talking or I’ll cut you,” she says.
“There’s no need to be so aggressive, princess. Do I need to call Ray in here to rescue me?”
A smile tugs at her mouth as she takes another swipe down my cheek.
Ray stopped by yesterday after Sierra told him I was awake. The last thing I wanted was to worry him, and I hated the look on his face when he saw me, but I can’t deny how good it was to see him.
“I suppose with both my hands being free, I can put them to some good use…” My fingers edge up her thigh, the thin stretchy fabric of her leggings do nothing to hide the heat radiating from her pussy.
She gasps when my fingers graze her clit. “Alec, you really want me to cut you, don’t you?” she says with a giggle.
“How about we make a deal? You don’t draw a single drop of blood and I’ll make you come on my hand.”
Her eyes flare with desire, a pink tinge staining her cheeks. With a small nod, I circle her clit through the fabric, knowing the friction of it is hitting the perfect spot that will soon have her falling apart for me.
Her teeth bite into her bottom lip as she fights to keep her composure, her hand trembling slightly as she brings the blade to my opposite cheek.
Don’t cut me, princess. I want to watch you come… I say to myself.
I’m so focused on making her come that I don’t hear the door click open behind her.
“Someone’s feeling better,” Rafe comments.
“Fuck.”
Tearing apart, Sierra releases a scream as I draw my hand back like I just got electrocuted, and by some miracle, Sierra doesn’t draw a drop.
“Rafe, what the fuck?” Sierra asks, that pink tinge on her cheeks now a flaming angry red.
“Be thankful it was me and not Gage who just walked in.” The amusement in Rafe’s voice is unmistakable. “He went to get coffees. He’ll be here in a minute, so I’d wipe that ‘I just got caught with my fingers in your sister’s pants’ guilty look off your face, pronto, dude.”
“Rafe,” Si chastises.
He holds his palms up in surrender. “Just trying to help you out, sis.”
Si looks back to me and smiles softly, the blush fading from her face as she takes my hand and brings it to rest on her thigh, her hand covering mine.
At that moment, Gage walks into the room, immediately noting Sierra sat on my bed.
I know he can see us holding hands, and it doesn’t seem to bother Sierra in the slightest. She straightens her spine defiantly and I love her for it. This is the moment I’ve been dreading, coming clean about our relationship despite Gage’s warnings, and as much as I feel guilty of going behind his back, I don’t regret it. I’m unapologetically in love with Sierra, and after the past couple of days, not even her brothers can keep us apart.
I refuse to allow a single thing come between me and the woman I love.
“Sierra, can you give us a minute?” Gage asks, not letting a single emotion show through his tone and his unreadable expression.
She turns to lean over me, dropping her lips to mine before she hops off the bed.
“Be nice.” I hear Sierra warm, placing a single kiss to both Gage’s and Rafe’s cheeks before slipping out of the room.
Gage hands Rafe a coffee then drops into the chair beside me while Rafe perches on the foot of my bed.
“How are you doing?” Gage asks, handing me one of the cups.
“I’m fine.” My attempt at being modest fails to convince either of them, but they don’t press for more.
“Well, you look like shit,” Rafe chimes in and I laugh, something that shouldn’t hurt but makes the ache in my head that much worse.
“We’re glad you’re okay. Don’t know what we’d do without you, man.” Gage’s smile is sincere. “I’m sorry about your house, Alec. It was your parent’s summer house, right?”