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Reece
I paused outside the kitchen door. Music and chatter drifted from inside. Skylar’s laugh was like music. My guts churned. I’d lost control last night. Again. One minute we’d been talking and the next… Had she enjoyed any of it? The moment I’d slid into her and realized how good she felt, I knew I was in trouble. I’d been like a sixteen-year-old virgin. It had all been so quick and unexpected.
I’d imagined fucking Skylar Marshall in every which way for years and years, and then I’d had my shot and blown it… literally. What must she have thought of me? If I hadn’t been so caught off guard, I would have done things properly and taken my time. I hadn’t even lasted long enough to give her an orgasm. A hollow disappointment blazed in my chest. I wanted her to see that there were better men in the world than Sean Wallace, but I hadn’t been better.
I took a breath and turned around. I couldn’t face her. Not after that. The coffee could wait. A low voice followed by another laugh from Skylar drifted from the kitchen. Elliot? What was so funny at this time in the morning? Were they flirting in there? The last thing Skylar needed was attention from my younger brother. I took a deep breath. I had no business being so jealous. Last night shouldn’t have happened. It couldn’t happen again. Skylar wouldn’t even want me again after that performance. It was none of my business what she did… or who. But I couldn’t stand the idea of my brother getting his hands on her. She deserved better than what Elliot had to offer.
I rolled my shoulders back and opened the door to the kitchen. Skylar was bent down in a squat. Elliot stood at her side, holding her hips to guide her. “It’s all in the legs. Squeeze your backside as you come up and you’ll be working your glutes too.”
Skylar chuckled. “I know how to do a bloody squat, Elliot.”
Her purple leggings and sports bra clung to her gloriously powerful frame and exposed her toned back and hard, muscled midriff. It took every ounce of willpower to shift my gaze up from her divine backside as she straightened and dropped down again. Every delicious inch of her was perfection. Her gaze flashed to mine and my heart jolted. A slight sheen of sweat glistened on her forehead.
My mind drifted to how perfectly our bodies had connected. Her gasps of pleasure. The scent of her sweat. The way it had felt to finally slide into her.
“Hi, Reece.” Skylar flashed me a casual look, her tone light.
Right. So, that’s how she wanted to play it. Carry on as normal. Pretend it hadn’t happened. It would do for now. We’d have to talk about it, but this wasn’t the right time. Not in front of Elliot. I needed some time to process it. I’d phone my supervisor, Laurel, and talk to her first. She’d know what to do. Heat lashed the back of my neck. Oh God. How was I going to tell Laurel about this? She’d be so disappointed. She’d have to report me. I’d never work again. What the hell else could I do? Everything in my life would change now. This one moment of passion would shatter my entire world like an earthquake.
But the worse thing was, it hadn’t been worth it for her. I hadn’t satisfied her.
“Morning.” I kept my head down and swerved past them to the sink.
Skylar kept her gaze on me. “How are you?”
Uncaffeinated. Horny. Unethical.
“Fine,” I said. “Have you eaten breakfast? I can make you something. Eggs?”
“We’re already fueled up.” Elliot’s muscular biceps bulged as he stretched his huge arms over his head. “I’ve got myself a new running buddy.”
He crossed his arms over his body and his shoulder muscles rippled. No doubt the bastard was flexing like that on purpose. Ballet had given Elliot an incredible physique. He wouldn’t have looked out of place on a plinth in the Vatican Museum. The trouble was—he knew it. My brother was every bit as arrogant as he was spectacular.
I stared into the dark fridge. The light had gone off and I still hadn’t had the chance to fix it.
Skylar shot me a casual glance. “Do you want to come with us, Reece?”
Elliot stretched his sculpted arms above his head. “Reece only runs if he’s being chased.”
The sourness in the pit of my stomach intensified. Why was he touching her like that? When had these two become best friends? It was enough to put me off breakfast.
Elliot flashed Skylar a goading smile. “Do you think you can keep up?”
Skylar returned his grin and raised a mocking eyebrow. “I’m going to leave you in the dust.”
I grabbed the milk bottle only to find it empty. In fact, the whole fridge was empty. I hadn’t had a chance to do the shopping, and of course it wouldn’t occur to anyone else in this house that we needed to buy food in order to eat it. Fine. It would have to be black coffee. If only I could find a clean mug.
A horrible warm blast of old food stench hit me as I pulled the dishwasher open. Everything in there was still filthy. Every muscle in my body screamed with tension. All I wanted was one fucking cup of coffee. How difficult was that? Irritation needled my skin and rippled along my spine.
“For fuck’s sake,” I muttered under my breath.
Elliot’s head snapped to me. “Say something, Reece?”
I ran my tongue over my lip, fighting to quell my rage. Getting angry about it wasn’t going to help anything. Anger was like any other emotion. It was information. It didn’t mean I had to react.
“Everything’s fine,” I said.
“Oh. I forgot my Fitbit.” Skylar dashed to the door. “I won’t be a minute.”
