Free Deceitfully (Sinfully Series) by Leighton Riley Page A

okay with it, although it was eating me up not knowing what she was thinking.
    “Stella?” I asked quietly, trying not to scare her. She was sitting with her feet up in the seat and had changed at some point out of her dress and into a pair of oversized scrubs. She looked over timidly and was back to biting her damn lip. That needed to stop.
    Shaking my head, I reached up and pulled her lower lip from her teeth. “Say something.”
    It took her a moment before she spoke up. “I literally have no idea what to say. I mean, you’ve been through a lot and everyone dreams. I’m not saying it was wrong, just—well—unexpected,” she spewed out quickly.
    Confession time?
    “I wasn’t expecting it, either. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you off. I didn’t—I didn’t do anything stupid, did I?” I wasn’t positive what all she was worried about.
    She turned to face me, her feet gracefully lowering to the floor before her hand brushed through her hair. “You were cuddling me. Rubbing my back gently. I thought you just needed someone. I don’t mind being there for you, even with an intimate hug. You said you needed me while you were asleep. I thought I was helping, but then I felt it . I know it’s normal when guys sleep, but I wasn’t ready to deal with that. I freaked out. I’m sorry, Tate.” She let out a heavy breath.
    “Never apologize, Stella. You’re right. It’s a guy thing, it happens. I never want you to feel uncomfortable around me.” I needed her to stay with me. I couldn’t handle this alone. “Thank you for being here for me. It means a lot that you stayed.”
    “How could I leave?” she murmured just above a whisper.
    Looking into her eyes, I felt the connection. Without a word being said, we spoke a million words to each other. I didn’t know what it was or when it happened, but there was a spark there. Something fierce and dangerous.
    She was the first to break contact. “I’m going to go try to get some updates. Want anything while I’m gone?” she offered kindly.
    “I’m dying for a sports drink. Any flavor but blue. And Stella?” She turned with her hand on the door.
    “Hmm?” She looked up expectantly.
    “Don’t stay away too long.”

 
     
    FUCK. A. DUCK.
    What was I getting myself into? As soon as I stepped out of his room, I felt like I could finally breathe again. That man did something to me and it was like we were in a bubble; nothing else mattered when we were together.
    He was Sophia’s. Or, at least, was. I couldn’t go into her territory. It was immoral and broke all sorts of sister codes. Why’d she send me in there in the first place? She knew how he was. A girl could only be strong for so long.
    The dream. I’d been reading a book on my Kindle when I heard him groan the first time. I thought that maybe he was in pain, so I put my device down and watched him. Every so often, his lips would twist up into a smile, his breathing erratic. When I heard him tell me that he needed me, that was what did me in. I slid into bed beside him gently, hoping not to cause him any more pain.
    His arms wrapped around me, and I fit perfectly under his arm. His body was warm and I molded into him. Tate had showered while I was gone and he smelled divine. I could have stayed there all night. I had almost drifted off to sleep, readjusting myself to get more comfortable. That was when I felt it. Him. All rock hard and gloriously erect. Did that fit into normal women? I cringed at the thought of the pain but quickly shook it off.
    What was I getting myself into?
    He was my dream guy, but I knew better than to believe he’d fall for me. He could have his pick of women, and clearly, I was the second choice between my sister and me. I’d always be second best.
    Sliding into a seat outside Tate’s room, I pulled out my phone and powered it up. I’d turned it off to save battery power, but I figured texting Tricia might work. After waiting for the phone to turn on, I sent her