“I do not get up to mischief,” Amanda grinned.
“Fabio doesn’t like you smoking?” I asked, taking a wild guess.
“Not one bit,” she smiled before finishing the cigarette off and stamping it out. “But sometimes I need one when dealing with him.”
“Trouble on love island?” I asked, maybe a little too hopefully.
“Craig has a big personality and loves the spotlight,” she sighed. “I just wish for once we could do something for just the two of us.”
My heart thumped a little harder at hearing her sadness in her voice. Craig was the male version of Jen, and it was no wonder the two hadn’t hooked up. They’d struggle with sharing the spotlight.
“I think he needs to learn how lucky he is,” I said without thinking.
“That’s sweet,” Amanda smiled, then kissed me on the cheek.
We sat in comfortable silence for about fifteen minutes. Amanda rested her head on my shoulder, and I wrapped an around her, pulling her closer. The sounds of music and conversation were proof that the party was still in full swing, but I was happy enough where I was right here.
“I’m glad you’re here,” Amanda said in a whisper. “Please don’t leave.”
“I won’t,” I replied, kissing the top of her head.
I inhaled slowly, savouring the scent of her hair and I felt Amanda melt into my body more as she too sighed. Her hand was resting on my leg, but it felt different to when Jen had done it. The motion of her thumb against my bare skin was calming and soothing, not arousing and sexual. Sure…I was still hard enough to hammer nails, but I was also relaxed and comfortable in my sibling’s presence.
“This is much nicer than any party,” I said after a few minutes.
“Sorry,” Amanda replied.
“For what?” I asked.
“We thought you’d appreciate a big welcome and like to meet some new friends,” she explained. “I guess we should have asked you first.”
I smiled and kissed her head once more. “I really do appreciate it, Amanda. It’s been great to meet some new people, but you and our sisters are what’s important to me right now.”
Amanda turned her face to look at me, and I was caught like a deer in headlights at how beautiful she looked in the pale glow from the moon. Her gorgeous blue eyes regarded me with such intelligence and wonder that I couldn’t look away. I was completely smitten with this woman, and I had been from the moment I saw her.
I wracked my brain for something to say, but all thoughts of conversational topics were erased from my brain as I stared at her beauty. Her body felt warm against mine, and I wanted nothing more than to pull her into my arms and devour her entire being.
But I couldn’t. I had to fight these feelings and put an end to this.
“Aman—”
My words were cut off as Amanda’s lips pressed against mine. It was soft to begin with—as if she was testing the waters—but I automatically returned her kiss. Within a few seconds, our tongues were battling for dominance as we forgot ourselves and simply enjoyed the moment. I wasn’t sure when it happened, but Amanda had swung a leg over me and now straddled me. My hands found purchase on her hips as her fingers ran through my hair as she pulled me into her. Amanda’s hips rocked against me, and my hands guided her movements before I let my fingers trail under her top, and up the smooth, bare skin of her back. I felt her moan into my mouth as her body shuddered from my touch, making me want to touch her more and more. I was drunk on the feeling of her body and addicted to the sounds I was drawing out of her.
We finally came up for air after what felt like an eternity. Her hair hung about us like a black curtain, blocking out the outside world. Our chests heaved with heavy breathing as we struggled to calm out beating hearts, and I felt the length of my hard-as-iron rod nestled between her legs.
“Holy shit,” I whispered. “Amanda…that—”
Before I could finish what I was about to say, Amanda’s eyes lit up with realisation. She quickly jumped to her feet—muttered an apology—and quickly darted away. I called out to her, but she was already halfway down the incline of the backyard, and already out of sight.
“Well…fuck,” I muttered to myself, leaning back against the steps. “Way to go Nick.”
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