His kisses were addictive, she was quickly coming to realise. There hadn't been that much kissing the night before, but those he had given her were engraved on her memory, etched in deep and unforgettable. When did the one-night-stand turn into keeping me, she wondered as he stood up, her bright smile at his words all the answer he really needed to that possessive comment. The second kiss wasn't nearly long enough for her tastes, but it did leave her wanting more. As he left the room, she looked around curiously, her smile deepening as she noticed her clutch on the nightstand. "Okay. Call Ry, and then shower. This is my plan. And maybe my clothes will have reappeared by then." Shifting to that side of the bed, she dug her cell out of the bag and set it to call her brother, hoping he wasn't too freaked out by how long she'd been out of contact.
Ryan answered on the third ring. He'd been out by the pool, catching some sun. The house was empty, save for himself. "Hey, Otter. Where the hell are you?" He was laying in a reclined chair, his naked *ss pointed towards the sky. "And what the hell happened with Chris last night?" His questions were asked calmly, and without heat. Ryan was fully aware of his sister's habits and he'd only started to get worried when the phone rang.
Dropping onto her back in the huge bed, Heather giggled as her brother answered, still enjoying the delicious ache in her body from her evening's activities. "I'm at Christian's," she told him warmly. "Literally only woke up, like, twenty minutes ago. And before you ask, yes, I'm here completely on my own terms. He's kind of amazing, you know."
"Kind. Of. Amazing," Ryan echoed, slowly. "Umm yeah. You're not getting all gooey eyed over him, are you?" It was far too soon for something like that, especially where Heather was concerned. With a sigh, Ryan rolled over and placed his arm over his eyes. He chuckled then and shook his head. "Of course you're not. You've got more sense than that."
"Oh, come on, since when do I get all gooey-eyed over one night?" Since now, but there's no way in hell I'm telling you that. The NDA wavered in front of her closed eyes for a moment, reminding her that she couldn't share too much or risk really pissing off the enigmatic Mr Moretz. "But hell, I'm up for it being a regular thing. Amazing isn't the half of it." She laughed, and smoothly changed the subject. "How about you? Did you fly Flynn to the moon last night?"
"Oh lord, you are gooey eyed," Ryan laughed. "You don't say anything's amazing unless you've gone all sparkly eyed and sighing with longing." Yeah, Ryan knew her pretty well. "As far as Flynn goes, that'd be a negative. He got drunk and clingy. I'm not ready for that kind of sh*t right now." Yes, Mr. Dudley Doowright can curse!
"As far as Flynn goes, huh?" Heather chuckled, knowing her brother much better than he might have liked. "So which hunk did you screw in my bed last night, then? Someone hot, I hope." She wasn't going to go there with her "amazing" comment, but if Christian was serious about dating, he was going to have to let up a little - just enough that she could talk to her brother without leaving his suspicious mind flashing warning lights all over the place.
"I didn't," he sighed and shook his head. "I slept in my own bed, all by myself, like a big boy should," he continued with a grin. "And it wasn't half bad. I just don't want to do anything right now, with anybody. I'm not like David, ok?" OK, that was a bit defensive and he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Otter. I didn't mean that."
Heather frowned, not happy to hear him so defensive about something that should be fun. "Dude, you're not like David," she promised him fondly. "Trust me. The day you screw a cat, I'm callin' the nice men in white coats to fit you with a jacket that ties around the back and a padded cell."
Now that made Ryan chuckle again and he imagined that his sister just might put him away. "Oh, no worry about that. Though I did meet this cat guy. Visk is alright but acts like he's got the mentality of a two year old. But, he's sweet. I feel bad for the guy. David had his fun and moved on within a few days. Visk was really torn up over it." Ryan shook his head. Enough with the Rhy'Dinian drama. "Anyway, when do you think you're coming home? We've a party to plan."
"Uh ..." That was something she hadn't actually thought about. I'm keeping you. The words flashed through her mind for a moment, bringing her smile back even as she puzzled over them thoughtfully. "I was kinda thinking tonight, but if Christian's got plans for me, it'll be tomorrow. He's being sort of mysterious. And he owes me new panties."
Ryan brought his phone up and smacked himself in the forehead with it. "Really? Did I really need to know that?" He brought the phone back to his ear and shook his head. "Thanks for that visual. I really did not want to know." But, of course, he's laughing at her. "Well, let me know, ok? I don't have a lot of time left before rehearsals start up at the theater so we need to get a move on if we're going to be doing this."
"We will be doing this, I absolutely promise you," his sister insisted through his laughter, glad he was taking her sexual adventures in stride rather than getting angry-protective about it. "I only need, like, four hours to get everything set up. That's how I did your twenty-first." She grinned at her cell phone, wondering if he'd known that before now. "I'll call you or send a text when I know what's up. And no f*cking the vacuum just because you're lonely."
No, he didn't know that it had only taken her four hours to plan the best night of his life. He smiled, knowing that his sister could be very resourceful and he should have known it! And then the tease, so he teased her right back. "Oh, why not? Mr. Hoover is kind of sexy." He chuckled then and shook his head. "Call me if you need me, ok?"
She giggled, rolling her eyes at the ceiling. "You know I will, Ry. Get some sun for me, 'kay?" Pushing to sit up, she glanced toward the bedroom door thoughtfully, a half-smile playing at her lips. "And get some ice cream in - we're doin' a playtent on the bed when I get back," she added in a very soft whisper before raising her voice again. "Love ya, snoodles. See ya later!"
"Ice cream, check," he chuckles. "Love ya too, Otter. Don't hurt him, too much." Ryan chuckled and hung up the phone.
Giggling, Heather stashed her phone back in her bag and slithered off the bed, dropping the sheet to make her way into the bathroom and deal with the morning necessities. It wasn't long before she was under the hot spray of the shower, groaning in rather sensual delight at the play of the heat over her skin as she smoothed her hands over her body, remembering Christian's hands and how much better they'd felt than her own did now.
Ryan answered on the third ring. He'd been out by the pool, catching some sun. The house was empty, save for himself. "Hey, Otter. Where the hell are you?" He was laying in a reclined chair, his naked *ss pointed towards the sky. "And what the hell happened with Chris last night?" His questions were asked calmly, and without heat. Ryan was fully aware of his sister's habits and he'd only started to get worried when the phone rang.
Dropping onto her back in the huge bed, Heather giggled as her brother answered, still enjoying the delicious ache in her body from her evening's activities. "I'm at Christian's," she told him warmly. "Literally only woke up, like, twenty minutes ago. And before you ask, yes, I'm here completely on my own terms. He's kind of amazing, you know."
"Kind. Of. Amazing," Ryan echoed, slowly. "Umm yeah. You're not getting all gooey eyed over him, are you?" It was far too soon for something like that, especially where Heather was concerned. With a sigh, Ryan rolled over and placed his arm over his eyes. He chuckled then and shook his head. "Of course you're not. You've got more sense than that."
"Oh, come on, since when do I get all gooey-eyed over one night?" Since now, but there's no way in hell I'm telling you that. The NDA wavered in front of her closed eyes for a moment, reminding her that she couldn't share too much or risk really pissing off the enigmatic Mr Moretz. "But hell, I'm up for it being a regular thing. Amazing isn't the half of it." She laughed, and smoothly changed the subject. "How about you? Did you fly Flynn to the moon last night?"
"Oh lord, you are gooey eyed," Ryan laughed. "You don't say anything's amazing unless you've gone all sparkly eyed and sighing with longing." Yeah, Ryan knew her pretty well. "As far as Flynn goes, that'd be a negative. He got drunk and clingy. I'm not ready for that kind of sh*t right now." Yes, Mr. Dudley Doowright can curse!
"As far as Flynn goes, huh?" Heather chuckled, knowing her brother much better than he might have liked. "So which hunk did you screw in my bed last night, then? Someone hot, I hope." She wasn't going to go there with her "amazing" comment, but if Christian was serious about dating, he was going to have to let up a little - just enough that she could talk to her brother without leaving his suspicious mind flashing warning lights all over the place.
"I didn't," he sighed and shook his head. "I slept in my own bed, all by myself, like a big boy should," he continued with a grin. "And it wasn't half bad. I just don't want to do anything right now, with anybody. I'm not like David, ok?" OK, that was a bit defensive and he sighed heavily. "I'm sorry, Otter. I didn't mean that."
Heather frowned, not happy to hear him so defensive about something that should be fun. "Dude, you're not like David," she promised him fondly. "Trust me. The day you screw a cat, I'm callin' the nice men in white coats to fit you with a jacket that ties around the back and a padded cell."
Now that made Ryan chuckle again and he imagined that his sister just might put him away. "Oh, no worry about that. Though I did meet this cat guy. Visk is alright but acts like he's got the mentality of a two year old. But, he's sweet. I feel bad for the guy. David had his fun and moved on within a few days. Visk was really torn up over it." Ryan shook his head. Enough with the Rhy'Dinian drama. "Anyway, when do you think you're coming home? We've a party to plan."
"Uh ..." That was something she hadn't actually thought about. I'm keeping you. The words flashed through her mind for a moment, bringing her smile back even as she puzzled over them thoughtfully. "I was kinda thinking tonight, but if Christian's got plans for me, it'll be tomorrow. He's being sort of mysterious. And he owes me new panties."
Ryan brought his phone up and smacked himself in the forehead with it. "Really? Did I really need to know that?" He brought the phone back to his ear and shook his head. "Thanks for that visual. I really did not want to know." But, of course, he's laughing at her. "Well, let me know, ok? I don't have a lot of time left before rehearsals start up at the theater so we need to get a move on if we're going to be doing this."
"We will be doing this, I absolutely promise you," his sister insisted through his laughter, glad he was taking her sexual adventures in stride rather than getting angry-protective about it. "I only need, like, four hours to get everything set up. That's how I did your twenty-first." She grinned at her cell phone, wondering if he'd known that before now. "I'll call you or send a text when I know what's up. And no f*cking the vacuum just because you're lonely."
No, he didn't know that it had only taken her four hours to plan the best night of his life. He smiled, knowing that his sister could be very resourceful and he should have known it! And then the tease, so he teased her right back. "Oh, why not? Mr. Hoover is kind of sexy." He chuckled then and shook his head. "Call me if you need me, ok?"
She giggled, rolling her eyes at the ceiling. "You know I will, Ry. Get some sun for me, 'kay?" Pushing to sit up, she glanced toward the bedroom door thoughtfully, a half-smile playing at her lips. "And get some ice cream in - we're doin' a playtent on the bed when I get back," she added in a very soft whisper before raising her voice again. "Love ya, snoodles. See ya later!"
"Ice cream, check," he chuckles. "Love ya too, Otter. Don't hurt him, too much." Ryan chuckled and hung up the phone.
Giggling, Heather stashed her phone back in her bag and slithered off the bed, dropping the sheet to make her way into the bathroom and deal with the morning necessities. It wasn't long before she was under the hot spray of the shower, groaning in rather sensual delight at the play of the heat over her skin as she smoothed her hands over her body, remembering Christian's hands and how much better they'd felt than her own did now.