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“Please. We both know she was flirting with you.”

  “Didn’t peg you for the jealous type, G.”

  “Are you kidding me? With all the work I’m going through to get a freaking kiss from you, there’s no way I’m letting some other girl swoop in here with her bleached blonde hair and trampy, little black dress to steal you away!”

  Walker’s eyes meet mine over the table as he gives me a proud smile. “Trampy doesn’t do it for me, G. I like fiercely stubborn, overly protective, straightforward yet secretly sensitive girls, who ask me to masturbate at the same time they do.”

  “Gotta bring that up, don’tcha?”

  Moving around the table, he sits on the bench seat beside me, dropping his arm around my shoulders, his thigh pressed tightly against mine. His eyes are intense as he looks down at me and I do my best to control my breathing.

  “I’m about ready to tell you to take that toy in the bathroom and try it out here, because I’m betting kissing you the way I want to right now would easily convince you that Chloe is not a threat.”

  “Or,” I whisper breathily. “You could just kiss me. You seem pretty sure that toy is going to sway me in your direction. Why wait?”

  Walker leans down, his mouth so very close to mine, and my lips part automatically. I tilt my head up with closed eyes, granting him the easiest access I may ever give him, depending on how good a kisser he turns out to be. Our breath mingles between us, steaming up the space between us with anticipation.

  Feeling a feather soft touch against my bottom lip, I sigh in relief, expecting his mouth to press against mine.

  But relief doesn’t come.

  He’s watching me closely when I open my eyes. His fingers brush across my face, finally touching me like I told him to last weekend. Cupping my cheek, he runs his thumb softly across my bottom lip. When his eyes move from mine to my mouth, I close my lips over the tip of his thumb, and a lustful smile plays across his face as I suck him farther into my mouth.

  “You’re right,” he whispers, pulling his hand away from me. “Touching is fun. I didn’t know you would be so wickedly indecent.”

  “I’m not indecent.”

  “Just so impatient, you’ll put any part of me in your mouth that you can get that pretty little tongue on.”

  Frustrated beyond belief, I grab his shirt and pull him as close to me as he was a second ago. “Walker, just kiss me already! Please! I’m begging you.”

  His mouth suddenly closes over mine, feeling like a tall, cold glass of water after I’ve been stuck in the desert for two long, hot weekends with no liquid in sight. Later, I’ll be horrified at the moan that burst from me the second his lips touched mine, but right now, I don’t care. Right now, I’m opening my mouth and pulling him closer, locking my arms around his neck and threading my fingers into his hair. His tongue slips past my lips, instantly tangling with mine as he drags me onto his lap so he can kiss me more thoroughly.

  I cling to him, my breathing ragged as he kisses me over and over. One of his hands is on my back, holding me close, but the other is on my face, cupping my cheek as he devours my mouth, pushing slightly on my jaw so he can deepen the kiss, then coming back again and again for another taste.

  I wonder if somehow I died and went to heaven, because his kisses taste so impossibly, amazingly good.

  Someone clears their throat beside us, and Walker breaks away from me, his breathing just as labored as mine. Hiding my face against his chest, I hear some glasses being placed on the table and Kane’s voice as he quietly asks, “You know you’re in public, right, man? I don’t have to ask you to leave for acting like a horny teenager, do I?”

  Walker’s hand moves to my hair, cradling the base of my skull before he presses a kiss to the top of my head and slides me off his lap.

  Clearing his own throat, Walker answers, “It’s a little hard for me to control myself when someone’s begging me, but I’ll pull it together.”

  “Ah, April’s a beggar. Nice! Here I thought you were exaggerating last week.”

  I rub my cheeks and take a deep breath before looking over at Kane and his knowing grin. “April, got a shot here for ya that’ll help loosen you up. Walker, buddy, just remember to send any pictures my way.”

  “Not gonna happen.” Walker’s hand finds my thigh, caressing me in a way that lets me know he’s very sorry our kiss got cut short.

  Good Lord, so am I.

  Kane promises our food will be out shortly, walking away and leaving us alone again.

  “Jesus Almighty,” I whisper. “You know, you could’ve just kissed me like that and I would’ve promised to see you and you alone without any further negotiations. Another few minutes and I think you would’ve gotten me off just with just your tongue in my mouth.”

  Laughing out loud, Walker squeezes my leg until he gets himself under control. He’s still chuckling when he answers me. “You’ll promise right now to give up your boytoys?”

  “Yes. That toy could be amazing or a total dud, I won’t be able to tell tonight because you have me so damn turned on a good breeze will send me over the edge. Who the hell needs boytoys when I could just ask you to kiss me again?”

  “Well then, send me a picture of you trying out your new toy and I promise I’ll kiss you in private tomorrow.”

  “It’s gonna come with a warning,” I tell him, narrowing my eyes and side-eyeing him.

  “Good, I’ll make sure I’m alone and no one’s looking over my shoulder when I open it.”

  “And you’ll kiss me with no interruptions?”

  “Definitely no interruptions,” he answers, a gleam in his eye that can only be interpreted as desperate anticipation. “I need time to kiss my new girl long enough to convince her she’ll be glad to be rid of any toys that don’t remind her of me.”

  Walker

  Genny: Warning: The following content is intended solely for the viewing pleasure of recipient, Walker ? Kelley. By agreeing to accept the content, you are granting permission for sender, Genevieve Rose Stotler, to inflict severe and lasting damage to recipient's seemingly impressive manhood, should sender ever discover that recipient shared the following content in any way, whether it be intentional or accidental. Please respond as to whether you agree or disagree to this totally non-legally binding, completely informal, textual contract.

  Chuckling at her very formal warning, I send her a much simpler reply.

  Walker: You didn't wait for me?

  Genny: Couldn't. You had me too worked up.

  Walker: ? is John, and I gladly accept any and all terms Genevieve Rose Stotler can come up with.

  I'm not in the best place to receive what is certainly another photo she doesn’t want anyone but me to see. Not because someone may accidently see my phone, but because I'm still at my sister's, watching two little worn out boys. They're upstairs asleep, but I don't exactly want Reese walking in to see me sporting a hard-on while her children are upstairs sleeping and I’m supposedly watching the game.

  I still wait anxiously for the content Genny feels the need to warn me about.

  Holy fuck, is she serious?

  Walker: G, you sent me a VIDEO?! And were you in the shower?

  Genny: I was in the shower; Maggie assured us it’s totally waterproof. As for the video, is it too much? I thought it would be ok because it's short... Delete it and I'll send you a picture instead, since you’re so unhappy.

  Walker: There's not a chance in hell I'm deleting it or that I’m unhappy. I'm also not watching it until I get home.

  There’s no way I can watch that now. A video of Genny, using the vibrator I bought her, in the shower? I need to be at home, by myself, preferably in bed, to watch this video.

  I’m suddenly dying to be at home.

  Picking up the device that holds such temptation, I read more of her words, hoping it will somehow distract me from thinking of how that video ends.

  Genny: Suit yourself. I've decided the toy you bought is definitely worth another test ri
de. The initial results were better than expected, but I'm questioning if it’s because of my general reaction to you from earlier. The second set of results will hopefully give me a more accurate idea of what it can do for my stress levels.

  Walker: How much of your initial test run is on that video?

  Genny: Only the most important part, Friend.

  Walker: What do you consider the most important part?

  Genny: My first ever, Walker-induced orgasm.

  Christ, how am I supposed to have any restraint after that? And does that mean she was thinking about me, or just that I’m the one who bought her the vibrator? Either way, I’m considering that vibrator worth every penny, since I now have a video of the show I can’t wait to see.

  Summoning what I consider super-human strength, I resist a little while longer. Maybe if I keep texting her, I’ll be able to distract myself until Reese and Steve get home.

  Walker: I must be amazing if I can give you an orgasm from ten miles away.

  Genny: Judging from the way you kiss, I wouldn't put it past you. Be forewarned, I’m now expecting fireworks when I get my first orgasm directly from you.

  Honestly, if we ever get there, so am I. That kiss we shared was like none I’d ever experienced before. Pretending I’m afraid of not being able to give her those fireworks, I type back a response and press send.

  Walker: Nothing like a little pressure…

  Genny: I’m sure you can handle it. So, tell me. Is begging your kryptonite?

  Hearing Genny beg did something strange to me. It didn’t matter that we were in public, at Kane’s restaurant for God’s sake! It was just her and me, and so very little space between us. And when I gave in and kissed her like she begged me to? The feeling of her lips under mine, so soft and sweet, so willing, so eager? Nothing else even existed. Resisting her might turn out to be the hardest thing I’ll ever have to do, but I will. At least for a little while longer.

  Walker: I decided the night we agreed to be just friends that I wouldn't kiss you until you begged me for it.

  Genny: And now you have me not only begging you, but dating you as well. Well played, Friend.

  Walker: Thank you, G. I thought it was fool-proof.

  Genny: Please tell me you also decided you wouldn't have sex with me until I begged for it…

  Walker: Do you really expect me to reveal all my secret strategies?

  Genny: Not at all, but a girl can dream.

  Does that mean she’s dreaming about sex with me? Does that mean I was the person she was fantasizing about when she gave that toy a test spin in her shower? Needing to know when I can see her again, I type out another question.

  Walker: What’re you doing tomorrow? When’s a good time for me to come claim that uninterrupted kiss?

  Genny: Anytime you want. I’m doing chores around the house and will be home all day.

  Walker: One last question. Does this video contain sound?

  There’s a long pause while I watch the TV but don’t see a single play of the game Reese recorded for me. Finally, my phone announces that I have another text and I refocus my eyes, so I can find out how she responded.

  Genny: Ya know, I didn’t check for sound. Callie wasn’t home during my test ride, so there’s a good chance you might hear a sigh or a moan here or there.

  A sigh or a moan? While she’s having an orgasm? There’s no way I’m going to be able to wait to watch this video now...

  Just keep texting her! I remind myself. For as long as you can.

  Walker: So, you’re not a screamer?

  Genny: I thought the previous question was your last.

  Walker: You just wanna leave me guessing, don’t you?

  Genny: It’s surprising how well you’ve gotten to know me in such little time. Have a good night, man I’m currently dating. Think of me when you get home.

  Like that’s something I could possibly resist…

  I scroll up through our conversation, letting my thumb linger over her video. I have no idea when Reese and Steve are planning on coming home, but I’ll see their headlights when they pull in the drive. Zeke and Finn are upstairs sleeping. No harm in taking a look, right?

  Deciding to go for it, I make sure the sound is turned up to max and the image is covering my whole screen. Hesitating again, I look around. Am I really going to watch it here? It’s not a good plan, but I simply can’t stop myself from hitting play.

  The sound of running water rushes to my ears as Genny’s face lights up my screen. I can only see her head and the tops of her shoulders and I wonder where her hands are, how her legs are positioned, whether the toy is inside her or not. Her head is tilted forward, her eyes are closed, and she’s letting out little whimpers as her breaths come faster and faster. A breathy Oh Lord pushes past her lips. And then her head falls back as she moans out loud…

  “Uncle Walk? Whatcha watching?”

  Shit!

  Fumbling to lock the screen, I shove it in my pocket before I realize I can still hear Genny’s deep moans as she comes in her shower for me. After yanking it back out of my pocket, I struggle to stop it, or turn down the sound, or turn the whole damn thing off! Something!

  “Nothing buddy. Why aren’t you sleeping?” I demand absentmindedly, still hitting buttons on my damn phone. Why the fuck aren’t you sleeping?

  Finally, the video either ends or I get it stopped. Standing up, I toss it on the couch, rushing up the steps to usher him back to his room. Halfway up the stairs, headlights splay out on the far wall of the living room, announcing his parent’s arrival. I’m glad they’re home. Zeke isn’t always easy to get back to bed when he wakes up.

  As I’m about to walk into Zeke’s room, the sound of running water suddenly comes from downstairs. Glancing over the railing and down into the living room, I freeze when I realize I didn’t get Genny’s video stopped at all. Instead, it’s starting over from the beginning.

  On Reese’s big screen TV.

  Holy fuck, are you shitting me?!

  I push Zeke roughly into his room and slam the door, then turn around and sprint down the stairs. I’m not even close to the couch when Reese and Steve walk in. They’re laughing, happy, oblivious to what’s playing on the TV in front of them.

  Please don’t look up! Please don’t look up!

  Mentally, I cross my fingers. They’re talking back and forth, still on a high from enjoying an evening together without the boys. It looks like I might still get out of this.

  Until that breathy Oh Lord comes from the TV speakers.

  Genny is going to kill me.

  Reese is going to kill me.

  Reese’s head snaps toward the TV as I’m finally able to grab my phone. I still have a huge problem, though. I have no fucking clue how I got it onto the TV in the first place, so how the hell do I get it off the TV?

  I start hitting buttons, again searching for anything that might stop this nightmare from playing out even further as I attempt to block out the angry words being expelled from my sister’s mouth at an alarmingly fast rate. Growling in frustration, I eventually just grab the remote to the TV and hit the off button.

  The entire room goes dark and blissfully silent.

  For about two seconds.

  Zeke starts crying from the top of the stairs. Reese yells at me for streaming porn while her boys are under the same roof. Finn wakes up and starts screaming from his room. Steve starts laughing his ass off.

  Fuck me and my weak restraint.

  Collapsing on the couch, I drop my head in my hands and wonder exactly how Genny is going to inflict severe and lasting damage to my manhood. No matter how impressive she thinks it might be, she’s not going to be ok with this. Maybe I should wait to tell her. Maybe I shouldn’t tell her. How else is she going to find out?

  If we don’t go down in flames, as she put it, maybe we’ll be able to laugh about this someday.

  Reese stomps her way up the stairs to put the boys back to bed. I try to figure out how I got the vid
eo on the TV in the first place, so I can undo it.

  “I gotta ask, who’s the girl?” Steve says, sitting beside me on the couch.

  “I don’t know how this got on the TV, how do I stop it?”

  Taking the remote from me, Steve turns the TV back on, where Genny’s video seems to be playing on an endless loop. Thankfully, Steve mutes it, his eyes fixed on the TV and the image of Genny doing something she wanted only me to see.

  Me! Not my brother-in-law!

  Two seconds later, the TV is back to playing the Yankees game.

  Afraid to touch my phone and trigger some new set of horrors, I push it deep into my pocket, rubbing my hand over the back of my neck. Steve starts laughing again, and I avoid his knowing stare.

  “Tell me who she is and get out of here. I’ll calm Reese down. You should really call her tomorrow before your parents come over, though.”

  He’s giving me a life line. I don’t know Steve very well, but in this moment, I love him like a brother.

  “Genny’s the girl I’m dating.”

  “I thought Reese told you to find a nice girl.”

  Shrugging my shoulders, I try to hide my sheepish smile. “She did, but who wants nice all the time?”

  “I hear ya. You’ll never believe how not nice your sister can be.”

  “Come on, man! She’s my sister!”

  He laughs while standing up to shake my hand. “Thanks for giving us an evening off. Next time, you might want to make sure it ends a little differently.”

  Doing my best to not run, I hurry out of my sister’s house. I will be thinking of Genny tonight when I get home, I’m not sure if it’s in quite the way we were both hoping it would be, though.

  Hell, who am I kidding?

  I still need to watch the end of that video.

  Walker

  I have a plan.

  It’s a coward’s plan, but a plan, nonetheless.

  Chad threw together another soccer game today, same teams as last weekend. It starts at three, and I’m here at Genny’s at quarter after two. Which means I have, at most, a half hour here. As much as I want that uninterrupted kiss to last all day, I also want to leave with my manhood intact and unharmed.