Free Burning Desire by Heather Leigh

brother.”

    “I’m ready.” We heard Nicole yell from the doorway. I peeked up over the couch to say bye to her, noticing she had put on a few more clothes than before- probably because of Jeremy. Ha- he’s got it bad, she seems so pissed. These two are equally stubborn; they should just get it over with and fuck already. Christ.  

    “Later,” I shouted as they headed out the door.  

    I heard Roxy’s light footsteps across the ceiling, her door open and she was calling for Nicole. “Nic?!

    “They just left,” I shouted back up to her.

    “Ugh…of course.”  

    “You need help?”

    “Um…uhh…no?” it sounded more like a question than a statement. Something came crashing down and I bolted up the staircase.  

    “What the fuck was that?” I rushed into her room to see her wrestling into a red bustier with black lace and a pair of black fringe booty shorts.

    Sweet Jesus. I felt my jeans go tight.

    “I need help, lacing the back up.” She gave up trying to reach around behind her, her cheeks were flushed and her hair was in my favorite style: full and wild. Just like her.  

    “Come here,” I demanded. Motioning “come hither” with my pointer and middle finger to her.  

    “What?” she raised her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.

    “Turn around. I’m an expert at these things.” I smirked down at her.

    “Don’t pull any shit while you’re back there. I’m still mad at you,” she said as she turned her back to me and pulled her long curls over her right shoulder, exposing her naked back.

    “Mercy,” I mumbled under my breath.

    “What did you say?”

    “Hurry. I’ll hurry.” I started to tighten the strings.  

    “So…” Rox was looking over her left shoulder, as she held the front of her bustier against her chest.

    “You working tonight?”

    “Yeah, just half a shift though. Just some dancing and serving and then I’ll be home.”

    “Jeremy have security for you?”

    “Yes, he always does.”

    “Good.”

    “Yeah. Jake will be there so you can have the night off…” She gasped when I tugged too tightly on the strings. “Too tight!” she yelped.

    “Sorry.” I shouldn’t be taking my anger out on her. I loosened it up a little.

    “It’s okay,” she said quietly. “He’s not a bad guy, you know.”

    “Rox...” I didn’t want to fucking hear it.

    “I know...” I was finishing up her ties- I was stalling. My fingers brushed her lower back and her breathing hitched.

    “I can’t even stay mad at you.” I tied the bow in the middle of her bustier, and she turned around. Her hourglass figure was perfectly wrapped up in a sexy-ass package. Waiting to be opened.

    “I’m sorry,” she blurted out, then looked down at the floor and bit her lip. She was playing with the fringe on her booty shorts.  

    “Don’t.” I grabbed her hand, stopping her fingers.

    “Don’t, what?” Rox looked up at me through those thick lashes. Fuck me.

    “Don’t apologize. It’s time we face the music. It just isn’t in the cards for us, babe.” I saw it in her eyes, an emotional flinch, her brown eyes going sad. I reached up, tucked a lock of hair behind her ear, and cupped her cheek. She leaned her face into my palm. Her skin was soft and supple- my thumb grazed over her bottom lip. Her small tongue darted out and licked the pad of my thumb. Then she grazed her bottom teeth along my thumb. A groan formed in the back of my throat.

    “Chase…” she took deep breaths and the tops of her breasts were threatening to spill out and over.

    “Yeah?” I took a step towards her, raising my other hand, taking her face into my hands.  

    She stared up at me, waiting for the next move. I lowered my face down to hers- slowly brushing my mouth over her lips.  

    “We shouldn’t…” she grabbed the bottom of my t-shirt, pulling me towards her.

    “We can’t.” My hands drifted down her slender neck and stopped on the front of her shoulders, with my