Free Uncover Me by Chelle Bliss Page A

fuck-stick on legs.
    James was like my brother from another mother. He and I were alike, and that was why we got along so well. What really fuckin’ stung was that he hadn’t told me anything was going on. That shit just isn’t cool. You can’t fuck your best friend’s sister and forget to mention that shit.
    I needed to make him squirm. Have him worry a little bit about how I felt about the entire situation.
    Izzy had to be with someone, but no one could ever live up to my high standards. But James was the closest thing I had to a brother who wasn’t blood. If he truly loved my sister—would give his life for her—then I’d give my blessing.
    After knocking on his apartment door, I looked over my shoulder, surveying the surroundings just to be sure I hadn’t been followed. The coast was clear, and from this vantage point, I could see the street in both directions. “Hold on,” a grumpy voice called from inside.
    “Let go of your dick for five seconds and open the fucking door.” I pounded on the door, not wanting to stand out here any longer than I had to and risk being seen. I was sure I could’ve given an excuse about getting some pussy, but any secret from the club would have thrown up a flag of suspicion.
    “Fucker,” James said as the door opened.
    I laughed, punching him in the shoulder as I walked inside. The place was dark and a fucking mess. James was always a clean freak, but the inside of his apartment looked like chaos had ensued.
    “What the fuck, dude? This shit isn’t like you.” I threw some papers that had been sitting on the chair to the floor and sat down before grabbing my smokes and setting them on the table.
    “I’ve been busy.” He pulled out a chair, sat across from me, and cracked his knuckles.
    “I guess so, by the looks of this shithole. Been doing a lot of traveling?” I smirked.
    “Thomas,” he said, holding up his hand. “I’m sorry.” He sighed, shaking his head.
    I had known him long enough that I could read his emotions. I wasn’t dumb enough to say that I could read him , because I’d fuckin’ missed he was screwing my little sister.
    “I thought we were better friends than that, James. Why wouldn’t you be straight up and tell me?”
    “It’s complicated.” Hanging his head, he fidgeted with his hands, balling them into fists and then releasing them.
    “Fucking someone isn’t all that complicated.”
    “It was more than that and it was nothing at all.”
    “You better rephrase that shit.”
    “I didn’t mean for it to happen, Thomas,” he said, lifting his head to meet my gaze. “You gotta understand that.”
    “I do,” I responded, knowing the type of man James was. “When did it happen?”
    “At your brother’s wedding.” He reached for my cigarettes, but I quickly pulled them out of his reach.
    “Keep going.”
    “It just happened. We drank a lot and talked most of the reception. One thing led to another and—”
    “And you fucked my sister,” I deadpanned, feeling my blood start to course through my veins faster than normal.
    “It’s not like that. ”
    “Tell me what it was like. ”
    He cleared his throat, running his fingers through his hair. I could see the vein in his neck pulsing as his blood pressure rose. “I listened to you talk about Izzy forever. You built her up and told me how amazing she was, and I listened to every word. I felt like I’d known her forever when I met her. Thomas, how you described her didn’t do her justice. I’ve never met anyone like her.”
    “So, it’s my fault you stuck your dick in my little sister ?” I growled, pulling a cigarette from the pack and lighting it.
    “No!” he yelled, shaking his head vigorously. “I hung on your stories when you’d talk about her, and when I met her, it came full circle. I never believed in love at first sight, but I knew I wanted to be with her, and not in that fucking way, you prick. I wanted Izzy in my life. She has this zest for life.” He