She holds my wrist and moves to my middle finger, sucking on that one, too. When she’s done giving my fingers head and my dick feels like it’s going to explode, I move my hand between her legs to rub her clit. She sighs, and her eyes close when I push inside. Finding the sweet spot, I flutter my fingers until her mouth drops and she starts making soft, needy sounds.

The alarm on my phone goes off again. I don’t have any baggage. I should make it. Hopefully.

“How much time?” Sunny asks, her voice hoarse.

“Ten minutes.”

She pushes my hand away and grabs my cock, which has been nestled against her warm inner thigh up to this point. She lines everything up and drops down.

We both groan. Sunny’s eyes roll up. “I missed you.”

“Me, too.”

Using my shoulders as leverage, she rises up until just the tip is hugged. Reversing the motion, she drops down slowly, then does it again. “Why does it always feel so good?”

“I dunno, but I could do this every day for the rest of my life and I’d be pretty damn happy.” It feels like I’m wrapped in the smoothest, velvety-est vice, lined with hot marshmallows.

Sunny cups my face in her hands. “Miller.”

I make a noise that’s supposed to sound like a yes.

“We’re back together, right?”

I’m inside her, so I’m thinking that means we are, but I figure it’s good to confirm. “As far as I know, yeah.”

“Okay. Good.” We kiss until the momentum picks up and keeping our lips attached is dangerous because the friction might cause teeth clashing. Sunny’s knees tighten against the outside of my thighs and goosebumps rise along her arms. She rolls her hips hard and fast. The alarm goes off a third time.

“I’m right th—” Her words are stilted by her groan. I hold her wide-eyed gaze as she comes.

I’m right at the edge, but I slow it down so she can recover. Holding her hips, I shift her over me, nice and easy, chasing down my own orgasm.

“I love you, Miller,” she whispers, fingers curling around my chin.

“I love you back.”

I thrust one more time, and the orgasm body checks me. It’s damn well magical. I see unicorns prancing behind my eyes instead of stars.

The awesomeness of the orgasm is destroyed when the front door swings open.

I’ve about had it with Waters ruining all my goddamn moments.

CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX

FLASHES OF BEAVE

“Oh, poop,” Sunny mutters.

From where I’m sitting on the couch, with Sunny straddling me, I have an awesome view of Waters’ horrified expression. If it wasn’t an interruption to our make-up sex and the love professions, I’d think it was funny. Right now I’m annoyed more than anything.

Waters turns away. “What the actual fuck is going on?”

“Miller and I are talking things out.”

It’s pretty clear there’s no talking happening here, so I’m not sure why Sunny bothers with the lie, or why Waters asks in the first place.

“You’re fucking naked! On my goddamn couch! Butterson, you better get your hands off my damn sister or I’m gonna rebreak your fucking face.”

“You will do no such thing!” Sunny yells back.

I lean over and grab my shirt from the floor. Sunny holds out her arms and I pull it over her head so she’s not naked anymore. Waters and I have seen enough of each other’s bare asses in the locker room.

I help Sunny off my lap. My dick flops onto my leg with a wet smack. Sunny makes a face and gestures to my lap. “That’s messy, isn’t it?”

“So help me God, Butterson, if you get your jizz all over my couch—”

“Enough! I’ve had it up to here with the threats, Alex!” Sunny gestures above her head. My shirt lifts to the point where Alex and I get a beaver shot.

“Keep your hands down!” He puts one of his own in front of his face.

“Don’t tell me what to do!”

I place my hand gently on her back. “You’re showing off your cookie, sweets.”

“Oh.” She drops her hand and props it on her hip instead. “You still don’t get to tell me what to do, Alex.”

“What are you two even doing here? Since when have I ever said it was okay to use my condo as a fuck pad?”

“We came here to talk.”

“Yeah, well, that sure as hell didn’t look like talking to me. Butterson, put some damn clothes on!”

“Don’t talk to Miller like that!” Sunny shouts.

“It’s my damn condo. I’ll talk to him however I want to. Get dressed, Sunny. I’m taking you home.”

“I’m not going home with you, Alex.”

“You don’t think so?” he challenges.

“You wanna be belligerent with me, you go right ahead, Waters. But don’t think I’m gonna let you talk to Sunny like that.” I grab my pants from the floor and jam my legs into them.

“No one is fighting!” Sunny shouts.

Waters puffs out his chest like he’s getting ready to take me on. Sunny streaks over and gets right in his face. She’s shaking. “I am so done with this overprotective crap. I’m almost twenty-one. I can make my own decisions, and that includes what I do and who I do it with.”

“It doesn’t include fucking on my damn couch.”

“Are you even serious with this, Alex? How much of a hypocrite can you be? You had sex with Miller’s sister in your team locker room during a game! Everyone walked in on it! Everyone! The whole team talked about it for weeks!” She pauses to breathe. “And we weren’t fucking! We were having make-up sex because you keep interfering and messing up my damn life.”

Waters looks shocked, whether because of the outburst, Sunny swearing, or her standing up to him I can’t be sure, but I want to snap a picture of the look on his face and frame it.

“I’m not trying to mess up your life; I’m trying to keep you from getting hurt.”

“How are you keeping me from getting hurt?”

“I—”

She cuts him off. It’s epic. “By trying to run my life? By overreacting every time you see a picture of Miller with anyone but me? By breaking my boyfriend’s nose? You’re not protecting me, Alex, you’re being an a-hole. Have you even apologized to Miller for what you did?”

His lips mash into a thin line, his eyes darting to me and back to Sunny.

She throws her hands in the air, and we narrowly miss another beaver shot. “Honestly! You promised you’d apologize!”

Waters shoves his hands in his pockets. “I haven’t had a chance.”

“Well, here he is.” She gestures to me. “The opportunity is yours.”

Waters stares at a spot above my head. “I’m sorry I broke your face.” He doesn’t sound like he means it. Not even a little.

Sunny calls him on it. “That’s the worst apology ever. Try again.”

He heaves a sigh and runs a hand through his hair. This time he looks me in the eye. “I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

Sunny motions for him to keep going.

“And for breaking your nose.”

When it’s clear she expects more, he rolls his head on his shoulders. “And for interfering. I just want what’s best for Sunny. She’s my only sister. Up until I met Violet, I wasn’t a very good role model. I guess maybe I was trying to make up for it, and I took it too far. I know you care about her, Miller. I can see that. I haven’t been very fair. So, yeah. I’m sorry. Can we call a truce?”

He steps forward and holds out his hand. I meet him halfway, then think about where my fingers have been. “Uh, maybe props would be better.” I make a fist and hold it up.

His brow furrows, and then he makes this face. He gets what I mean. “I had that coming, didn’t I?”

“After the locker room? You sure fucking do.”

We bump fists.

“See? That wasn’t so bad was it? I mean, you’re gonna be brothers anyway, so you might as well start getting along, right?” Sunny gives Waters a quick hug and then throws her arms around my neck.

“Sunny, I’d appreciate it if you put some clothes on now.” Waters is staring at the ceiling.

I look over Sunny’s shoulder to find her ass hanging out the bottom of the shirt.