Just as that realization hits me, there’s a frantic knock on the door.

“Oh, fuck me,” James growls as he slides out of me.

I’m momentarily entranced as I watch my sexier than sin woman spring from the comfort of our warm bed and start to pull on my t-shirt and my sweatpants over her naked body. It isn’t until she’s taken a few steps towards my bedroom door do I realize that she plans to answer the door dressed in all my clothes and potentially stake her claim over me to a woman that is very familiar with the fact that she’s my sister.

“Gabrielle,” I say, hopping out of bed and chasing her out of my room. I pin her to the wall and press my naked body clear against her hoping that I ease the sting of what I’m about to say. I cup her face and stare into her warm chocolate brown eyes that have the power to make me do just about anything she asks. I blink my eyes a few times, trying to get out from under the spell she weaves over me. “Baby.”

“J…” she says and my cock twitches at the way that one letter leaves her lips. I drag my thumb across her pouty lips and give her a smile.

“What are you doing?”

Her eyes dart to the door before they meet my gaze. “I’m going to answer the door and tell your little friend, that you will be busy for the night and for all the nights in the foreseeable future.”

“Okay, first of all, longer than just the foreseeable future,” I correct. “But…and as much as I would love to see that in action, Mila,” I drag my eyes to the door where I still hear her knocks and hear the faint sound of my ringtone coming from the other room. Shit, she really must be hammered. “Mila knows you’re my…well, that we are…” I clear my throat because while it’s the truth, I have been trying not to refer to her as my sister since we started this.

Realization must dawn on her because she nods. “Related?”

“Correct.”

She furrows his brows in question and it’s a look I’ve been on the receiving end of many times. She’s so fucking cute. “How? I’ve never met her.”