THE OTHER BROTHER

Chapter Thirteen

‎Sayre's eyes fluttered open slowly, her pupils dilating immediately as the harsh light shone directly in her eyes. She grunted, turning away to back the light, blinking away the blurry image the light burrowed into her vision. She dragged her breath, feeling sorry for herself as a bad headache came on. She was exhausted, hungry and feeling quite lost in her environment.

‎She shut her eyes for a brief moment trying to remember what had happened the day earlier amidst the pounding in her brain. The only image she could conjure was Marjorie and her beloved partner.

‎"f*****g b***h" she breathed.

‎Of all f*****g memories. She turned in the bed again, this time picking up a very familiar scent. She pulled herself up slowly enough to not rage the storm going on in her brain. The view came to her, sage green walls, neat sheets and an arranged space altogether. She was not in her room. This one was particularly too neat to be hers.... Neither was it Ophelia's. She sat up properly in bed, catching the small white prescription paper and a bottle of water from the corner of her eyes.

‎She better not be at Beck's. She reached for the painkillers and quickly took them, daring not to move as she waited for the drugs to take effect. She surveyed the room in the mean time. There was not enough information to determine where she was.

‎Not even a f*****g picture on the nightstand. When she was sure her headache had begun to clear up, She tossed her hair behind her ear and climbed out of bed. Her nose picked up a particular scent as she headed for the closet, Was she in Luke's house? she looked down at herself, and she was wearing his Tee too?

‎I'll be damned

‎Heat pooled between her legs instantly, like activated charcoal. A cold wave of embarrassment tore through her. She didn't know why, all she knew that it was odd. She darted though a slightly opened door that led to the bathroom, coming to a halt infront of a too tall mirror. She looked like a hot mess. As far as she could see. Only her face and her shoulders fit into the frame. She jumped up, hoping to see anything out of proportion. When she didn't, she slid her panties off, tossing it onto the sink and proceeding to do her hair which she quickly made into a messy bun. Next, she reached for the toothbrush hanging on the wall next to the paste dispenser to brush her teeth, she proceeded to wash her face after, spilling water everywhere. She was uncoordinated and disorganized

‎Was she going insane having crazy thoughts about Luke?

‎Yes

‎Are they highly inappropriate?

‎Fuckinsolutely

‎But did she love them

‎Fuck yes!!

‎He was like a bounty hunter, hogging her brain. Maybe she was ovulating, she didn't know, but it had never been this serious with anyone ever. Maybe she was also being delusional? At the end of the day, she's just a girl with feelings -Horny feelings. She'd never been as horny as she's been for the past week- maybe ever since she laid her eyes on him at that club.

‎She sighed, tossing her panties into the bin. She was going to overcome this. She better do. A sound from the kitchen startled her out of her thoughts. It was time to face her fear. She paused, considering squeezing herself through the tiny bathroom windows as an escape, thought better of it and slowly walked out.

‎Luke was in the kitchen, disheveled, shirtless and fixing breakfast in grey joggers that hugged his waist for dear life. His ears seemed to perk up as he heard her walk in. He slowly lifted his greens from the plate he was fixing to look at her. His breath hitched in his throat as he watched her strut towards him. His eyes focused on hers, unable to for a full second shift before darting away back to the food on the gas.

‎"You should take a picture"

‎He chuckled,

‎"Good morning"

‎His voice unlocked another f****d up door in her brain, she forced a smile, coming to lean against the counter to hide her clenched thighs

‎"Do it" she reached over the counter to slide his phone further to him.

‎The right arm of the shirt she was wearing slipped down her shoulders just then. Unbothered, she held a pose for him until he picked up his phone and took the picture.

‎She leaned against the counter, reaching for the half empty bottle of opened water on the table and gulped it all. "Now, how the hell did I end up here?"

‎His eyes found hers again before slipping to catch the swell of her breast in his shirt. He cleared his throat, flipping the egg over in the pan.

‎"I offered to take you home"

‎Sayre tensed, fixing her eyes on the way his hands worked. She let out a breath

‎"You were high as f**k yesterday. How were you able to drive?" She asked leaning forward.

‎Luke chuckled

‎"I don't know. Maybe I just couldn't help you kissing everyone and making a very intimate scene in front of everyone yesterday."

‎"Ah, so you were jealous?"

‎She teased, her voice cracking when his arm flexed as he flipped the eggs over in the pan. Images started to fill her head again and she groaned. When the hell will this end?

‎"Ophelia whould be be the judge of that considering you kissed the girl she was going to take home?"

‎She squinted her eyes.

‎"What? Ophelia is bi? What about Beck?"

‎"What about him?"

‎He asked, trying to sound as normal as ever as he dished the bacon and eggs onto her plate.

‎"I don't know.... I just thought he'd be the one to bring me home since he was the only sober one last night"

‎"I guess next time"

‎He slid her plate to her. His muscles tout at thought of a Beck. Wat did Beck have to do in this situation? He turned his back to her to hide the massive bulge in his pants.

‎"Next time?" Disgust was evident in Sayre's voice. She pushed back, blinking away stupid thoughts as she walked around the counter to meet him. "What do you mean?"

‎Her arms were crossed, staring up at him with nothing but anger embedded in her eyes.

‎"Sayre"

‎He turned away. She reached out to turn him back to face her. Her heart thundered at the sight of the bulge in his trousers- she pretended to ignore it.

‎"Luke. You come to my house, turn me on and kiss me only for you to leave midway pretending to have a meeting two hours to midnight and now you're saying something else?"

‎Sayre was far from anger, her voice cool she'd always dreamt of having heated discussions that'd lead to equally hot s*x or something like that.

‎"Or maybe you fallen in love with.. What's her name again?... Marjorie? I mean .." she placed her hands on her chest "I've never believed in love at first sight. But maybe your love story will make me believe in love again"

‎She was teasing, she c****d her head, maintaining eye contact, she twirled around in a way that made his t shirt twirl along around her thighs.

‎"You're a clown Luke." she chuckled maniacally, reaching for and tugging his left arm. "Twirl with me" She turned his unwilling body around, lifted his arm and ducked under it like they do in the ballroom, then placed his hands behind her. She closed the space between them by cupping him standing on tiptoe to whisper in his ear.

‎"One minute you act like you want me and and in the next act like I don't turn you the f**k on"

‎She kissed him there, dragging wet kisses down his jawline to his mouth. Luke trembled from the severity of it alll.

‎He caught her before she could tip over to her normal height, trapping her with a kiss. It was nothing unusual but still new. Despite the cold and snowy weather, scorching heat emanated between them.

‎Luke lifted her up, supporting her with a hand on her ass while the other slipped into her hair. Sayre moaned, wrapping her hands around his neck. He moved towards the wide brown chair and sitting. Sayre could feel everything. She loved the way her breasts felt against his, how her mound felt deliciously hot and swollen on top his.

‎Luke snaked his right hand into the loose top, cupping her left breast in his hands before lifting it up to feed his eyes. He placed a wet kiss on both of her n*****s, squeezing one and coating the other with his saliva.

‎Sayre held her breath, too scared to move or do anything. She let out a willing sound, snaking her fingers in his short hair. She slowly lowered herself to feel him through the only piece of clothing sperating them.

‎"f**k," Sayre breathed

‎Luke brought his hands to her buttocks, spreading them as he moved her slowly against him. She kissed him, bringing a hand to cup his face. Her breathing was heavy and her senses had flown out the window already.

‎"Ah"

‎She pulled away slowly, resting her forehead against his, her lips parted open in sheer ecstasy. She locked eyes with him as she rhythmically humped him. Luke grunted, leaning forward to taste her again before burying his face in her neck.

‎"Ah" another sound escaped her, this time, the same time as Luke. She was going to come. Her fingers gripped his hair, pulling his head back and trapping him in a slow wet kiss. She moaned into his mouth as she came.

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