Page 13 of Sinful Enemies

“I know,” I pick the skin around my fingers and drop my head.

Little does she know I have fucked my step-brother, numerous times.

“Speaking of step-brothers,” and my head snaps up, “are you glad he is leaving tonight?”

“So glad,” I nod, taking a mouthful of my drink.

“You seemed to tolerate each other a little better though,” she smiles, turning her back on me as she cleans down the sides.

“Did we?”

Probably because we’ve fucked each other senseless.

“Yeah,” she spins, “it was nice to see.”

I nod, taking another mouthful before she disappears and my chest aches.

I think I actually will miss him.

Maybe.

Or maybe just his huge cock.

My friends definitely lied… there is nothingsmallabout Silas Tucker.

It had just turnedthree and Loretta dumps a bag of clothes on my lap.

“What’s this?” I turn to look over the back of the sofa at her with a furrowed brow.

“Can you run those down to the station for me? Silas was meant to take them today and I just don’t have the time…”

I sigh.

“Sure.”

She doesn’t ask a lot of me.

She really is a saint and in some weird kind of way, I needed to see him.Wantedto see him.

Grabbing the black bin bag, I push to my feet and walk out towards my dad’s truck.

Walking out to the streets, I unlock the truck and slip inside and pull straight onto the road. The drive isn’t long, but with each second I draw closer, the more my heart thumps.

Pulling into a layby, I grab the bag and drag it across the centre of the truck and slam the door behind me.

Pushing my sunglasses up my nose, I am wearing a denim skirt, sneakers and a cropped white tee with my hair in a high pony.

Silas’ favourite outfit apparently.

Walking into the station, I push my glasses onto the top of my head and look around.

“Silas?” I call out and my voice echoes through. Moving forward and to where the engines sit, I hear a noise coming from the little back office.

Smiling, I knock on the open door softly and there he is.

Sitting in a tight black tee, his bunker gear and heavy boots.

I would be lying if I said he didn’t look hot.