sisters by blood, but I have ’em by friendship and I’d do the same damn thing. No one talks to family that way, you did the right thing.”
“Thank you!” She threw her hands up in the air, her breasts lifting and moving as she gestured wildly. “Some people don’t understand that just because we’re conventionally pretty, doesn’t mean we’re inanimate objects with no feelings. When you say those things to my sister, you’re not talking to someone like me who can handle your shit. You’re talking to a high-functioning, brilliant autistic woman who is a way better person than you can ever hope to be.”
Her hands finally settled back on her lap and she let out a little huff as I examined her. “Sounds like you love her a lot.”
“I do.” Tears suddenly filled her eyes and she abruptly sat straight up. “She’s special, innocent, and it’s my job to protect her. Too bad I screwed that up as well. Shit.”
Not liking the utter desolation that filled her face, I couldn’t resist reaching out and smoothing her hair back. “What happened?”
For a moment I thought she was going to open up to me, then something flashed through her eyes too quick for me to identify, and she shook her head while laughing softly. “Fuck, that weed is really strong. Thorn said it was strong, but wow, it’s strong.”
I allowed myself one touch of her cheek with the back of my knuckles, unable to be near her without wanting a physical connection. “You okay?”
“Yeah, yeah I’m fine.” She gave me a brilliant smile that didn’t reach her now cool and guarded eyes. “Sorry, I get really chatty-ranty sometimes when I’m high.”
“Chatty-ranty?”
“Yeah, you know, go off on a tangent and babble. Swear to me right now you will never, ever talk politics with me when I’m high. It really isn’t pretty and I tend to get a little heated.”
“Alright,” I said with a chuckle while she relaxed further. “Though I happen to like it when you rant. Your tits shake when you start swingin’ your arms around. No man is gonna give a shit what you’re sayin’ when he’s got those beauties in his sites.”
For a moment she stared at me, then burst out laughing when I winked. “Dick. So basically if a woman is naked she can throw a fit and you wouldn’t notice?”
“Oh, I’d notice. Then I’d spank her and fuck the shit out of her until she calmed down. Give a woman enough orgasms and you can screw the bitch out of anyone.”
Giggling, she smacked my leg lightly. “You’re such an asshole.”
“Why? You know it’s true. And you know just as well as I do that when a man is in a shitty mood, nothin’ will turn it around like a hard fuck.”
“Mmmm.” Her gaze went a little hooded and the coolness thawed from her icy eyes. “Good point. And sometimes a man needs a good spanking in order to behave.”
I couldn’t help the growl that escaped me. “Let me make one thing clear right now. I like control, I like to lead. It is who and what I am, and that extends to the bedroom, sweet Sarah. Doesn’t mean I won’t let you have fun, doesn’t mean I won’t let you tie me up once in a while if that’s what gets you off, but it does mean I’m gonna take you how I want and make you come so fuckin’ hard, just the brush of my breath on your overworked clit is gonna make you see stars.”
The shiver she gave me lit me up inside as arousal brought a flush high on her soft cheekbones.
Grinning, I slid my hands up her thighs until they were beneath her skirt, my thumbs resting close enough to her pussy that I could feel her heat. “And I’m gonna punish you when you’ve been bad.”
Instead of being offended, or disgusted, her fair brows rose up and a tremble ran through her. “Seriously?”
I couldn’t help but grin at her interested yet apprehensive expression, then leaned forward and whispered in her ear, “I like to take care of little girls who need a firm hand.”
She jerked back as if I’d