With the door open a crack, Stephanie watched Ashley and Collin step off the elevator. One look at Ashley and Stephanie's eyes widened. Her little sister appeared positively wanton in her short black skirt, peaking just past the bottom of an oversized sports jacket. With her hair mussed, and her lips swollen and red, Stephanie could easily guess what she'd been doing.
Bare feet scuffing on the red carpet in the hall, Ashley giggled and twirled away when Collin reached for her. Two long strides and he had Ashley pinned against the door to her hotel room. Stephanie couldn't see them anymore, since Ashley's room was on the same side as Collin's, but her sister's gasp gave her a pretty good idea of what Collin was doing to her. She imagined her big brother claiming her little sister's lips in a hungry kiss.
About time
. She smiled and pressed her thighs together as liquid heat pooled in her core. Collin wouldn't take things too far the first time, he'd want to make sure Ashley didn't regret whatever happened between them.
Which meant he'd come to Stephanie for some relief. And for once, he wouldn't think twice about discussing Ashley. She could almost feel him thrusting into her body, panting as she whispered in his ear that she didn't mind if he pretended he was fucking their little sister. She'd tell him to picture her eating Ashley out while she sucked his dick. He'd come so hard . . .
"Do you think Steph's here?" Ashley whispered.
Stephanie covered her mouth with her hand to stifle a moan. Maybe things would move faster than she thought. Maybe Ashley wouldn't want to wait before joining her siblings in some hot, raunchy sex. Stephanie's pussy throbbed and she slipped her hand under her skirt to rub her soaked panties over her clit. Getting herself off before they joined her might be a good idea. She didn't want to seem desperate. Even though she was.
"I don't care." Collin said, tone gruff. "I told you, this is about us. We can tell her as little or as much as you want. After."
Feeling like her brother had just punched her in the gut, Stephanie drew her fingers away from her panties and let her hand fall to her side. He'd threatened to leave her out, but she hadn't taken him seriously. Far as she was concerned, Collin was doing the macho 'I'm in charge' thing. He'd get over it.
"Maybe we can tell her after . . . I don't know." Ashley whimpered and Stephanie guessed that Collin was touching her, probably had his hand in her shirt. He was a breast man—Ashley's pert little breasts would tempt him to distraction. He wouldn't be able to keep his hands off them.
"Come on, let's get you in bed." Collin's voice dropped to the seductive low he used when Stephanie teased him. Only now it was their little sister teasing him, tempting him . . .
And Stephanie was irrelevant. She heard Ashley's door open and shut. Her throat constricted and she pressed her forehead to the doorframe. She was alone. All her plans had worked out better than she could have hoped—with one exception. Neither of her siblings planned to include her. Images of Collin stripping Ashley and fucking her on her bed—if they made it that far—flashed behind her eyelids.
They don't need me.
She closed the door and squared her shoulders. What did she care? It wasn't as though she couldn't find someone else if she wanted. She checked her watch and ground her teeth. Just after 1:00 am. If she went to the bar down the street she could pick someone up without too much effort. She'd bring him back to Collin's hotel room and fuck him all night long. When Collin returned in the morning for a change of clothes, he would find her in his bed with another man.
Which would serve him right. He had some nerve excluding her when she'd saved herself for him the entire time he'd been gone. But the thought of some stranger pounding into her made her feel a little sick. Someone knocked at the door. Her purse slipped from her hand and hit the floor.
He changed his mind. He does need me.
She rushed to the door, her brother's name on her lips. She was too excited to even give him shit. All that mattered was that she hadn't been cast aside.
The man standing outside the door wasn't Collin.
"Can I help you?" She tried for polite, but knew her tone was cold.
Hooking his thumbs in the pockets of his loose, faded blue jeans, the man spared her brief smile before glancing past her into the room. "I wanted to see Collin. Is he around?"
"He's around." She snapped, then bit her bottom lip. "Sorry, I'm a little pissed at him right now. I came to see him and he's busy . . . ." She looked the man over, taking in his bulging muscles, as big as Collin's if not bigger, displayed nicely under his tight, white T-Shirt. Beautiful blue eyes, a nice smile, perfect teeth. She held out her hand. "I'm Stephanie."
He squeezed her fingers. "I'm Joey. Me and Collin are on leave together." His thumb stroked her palm and she shivered. "You're his sister—Stephanie, right?"
"Yes." She watched him blow a strand of blond hair off his forehead. His hair was wavy at the top and shaved around the sides—he probably kept it stuffed under his cap in uniform. He reminded her of the model, Jessie Pavelka, buff and damn sexy.
"Mind if I wait here for him?" He stepped towards her even as he asked, and she swallowed.
Why would I mind? I wanted Collin to find me here with another man. Who better than one of his army buddies?
Could she really sleep with a man she didn't know just do spite her brother?
She tilted her head to one side, then reached around him to push the door shut. The side of her breast brushed his elbow and electricity sizzled along her nerves.
Her voice was husky when she spoke. "He might be awhile."
"Oh, yeah?" He loomed over her, eyes sparkling with amusement. "What should we do while we wait?"
Stephanie stepped away from him and rubbed her arms as goose bumps formed. This might not have been such a good idea after all.
"What do you suggest?" She retreated until she stood by the little round table near the sofa and let her hand hover near the lamp.
Joey shrugged and walked over to the sofa without looking at her. He plunked down and got comfortable. "There's got to be something on TV. Why don't you fetch me a beer and we can hang out until Collin gets back."
Lips parted, Stephanie stared at him, tempted to pick up the lamp and chuck it at him just on principal. She sputtered several times before practically screeching. "Fetch you a beer? Who the hell do you think you are?"
He draped his arm over the back of the sofa and looked up at her with a crooked smile on his lips. "I'm one of the few, the proud . . . and I've lived too much to play games with women like you."
"Like me?"
