Page 103 of Flirty Fall Fling

Blaire wants to know other things about me, and my brother lights up like she asked for his greatest hits. He answers her questions and is even vulnerable about how he believed Kendall still had a thing for me and how he was wrong. She never wanted me. I was always his replacement. Honestly, totally okay with that. I’d originally dated her to be a dick because I could. I liked her.

“We retired all twin swapping once I proposed,” Patterson explains. “Kendall would fuck us up if we tried to do that again.”

“She saw through it?” she asks.

“Yeah. It’s a feeling, apparently. I don’t know what that means, but that’s what she tells me,” Patterson explains.

“You two have different energies,” Blaire tells him.

“Ahh, but we can snap on each other’s personality effortlessly. When we’re wearing the same thing, only the best figure it out. Our parents still fuck up,” I tell her.

“I’d like to test that theory,” she says matter-of-factly.

Patterson shakes his head. “Oh, you’re so confident.”

“She is,” I say, meeting her eyes.

The love of your life. Your future. Your forever.

“Tomorrow then,” I offer.

“If you pass this test, well, I guess that means you move to the next level,” Patterson tells her.

Blaire is almost giddy at the thought of this. We finish eating, and Patterson picks up our plates and shoos me away as Blaire moves into the living room. I follow behind her and hook my finger with hers, leading her upstairs. When we’re alone, our lips crash together.

“I’ve been waiting all night to do that,” I confess against her lips, knowing no matter what happens, we’ll figure us out. “Stay,” I say.

She pulls me closer. “I’m not going anywhere.”

There are three more Saturdays before Halloween. I plan to spend every one of them with her. If the world wants to watch, they can take a seat while I eat her for dessert.

“I can’t get enough of you,” she says desperately. “This is so bad for both of us.”

“Who cares?” I run my fingers into her hair. “I have no fucks to give.”

Her fingers twist into my shirt, and she pushes it off my body.

“Kissing you feels like magic,” she says.

I unzip the dress from her body, and it drops to the floor. Her breathing grows ragged as my fingers slide up her spine. My eyes trail down her body and back up again. With confidence, she stands, wearing nothing but high combat boots that go to her knees, a bra that barely contains her breasts, and some lacy black panties.

“You’re a fantasy.”

She presses her palm against my chest and walks me backward toward the bed like she owns the room. Then I realize we’re surrounded by glass walls.

“Hold that thought,” I tell her, knowing my brother’s downstairs.

She tracks me like a lioness watching her prey, and I fucking love being under her gaze. I move across the room and press a button I’ve never used since I arrived. The glass fogs from the bottom up, creating a sheet of frosted walls.

Blaire smiles. “Fun party trick.”

“We needed privacy.” I glide toward her like I’ve been summoned.

My lips brush against hers, and she pulls me closer. She reaches for my belt and pulls me in by it. There’s nothing shy about what she wants tonight. She’s greedy, ravenous, as she unzips my slacks and pushes them down.

“I’m starting to think you like being caught,” I growl in her ear, sitting her on the bed.

“What if I kinda do?” She takes her time removing the boots from her feet. She lies back, keeping herself propped up on her elbows.