Your Darkest Desires (Four Complete Short Erotic Stories Of Different Flavors) Read Online Free PDF Page B

blades and slid a full glass of something towards me. Without missing a beat, I knocked back half the drink, wincing as the tequila burned its way down my throat.
     
    “Sorry,” I rasped, stepping aside so I could look at both siblings without twisting like a pretzel. “I wasn’t expecting you to be all…” I trailed off, vaguely gesturing at his perfect, sculpted body. I downed the rest of my drink, hoping the slight edge of pain would help me regain my wits; I caught myself smiling at the bright green socks peeking out from under his pants, and it dawned on me that I might have been too far gone for alcohol to help.
     
    Brett frowned in confusion, glancing at Dina for clarification. Her smirk was decidedly wicked as she informed me, “His social life involves running around our old neighborhood until he’s too exhausted to move. As you can see, not having a life outside work has done wonders for my baby brother’s complexion.”
     
    I thought his physique had fared better, but I wasn’t about to correct her – especially not with that devious glint to her eyes. My spine stiffened as I recalled the last time she had looked at me like that; we’d barely managed to stay out of jail and the sound of a police siren still made me want to duck and hide.
     
    Brett shook his head and turned away from us to get a drink. In the same instant, I shot her a wary look. Pitching my voice low, I asked, “Dee, what are you planning?”
     
    “Nothing,” she replied, her smile wide and open.
     
    I didn’t buy it for a second. “Dina,” I warned. “I have twenty years’ worth of dirt on you. Do you really want to go there?”
     
    She rolled her eyes, but her shoulders slumped in defeat. “You’re always going on about how there aren’t any decent men in this town, so I thought I’d bring one right to you. Happy birthday,” she chirped, finishing the last of her drink and sliding off the barstool.
     
    “Hang on,” I hissed, grabbing her elbow. “You’re pimping your brother out to me?”
     
    “Don’t be so dramatic, Junebug.” Glancing at Brett over her shoulder, she made sure his attention was focused on the bartender before continuing, “He’s had a massive crush on you since he was old enough to know better, and you know it. Let him have one night with the magnificent April Danvers, and then you can turn him loose.” I must have looked as dumbstruck as I felt because she patted my cheek, presumably to reassure me. “Don’t worry so much. Besides, he might even be good for you.” I made a small, disbelieving sound and Dina rolled her eyes again. “If he’s weird enough to want you despite how much you tortured him as a kid, then he’s definitely got the potential to be good for you in the long run.”
     
    “We both tortured him when we were kids,” I pointed out, slowly stewing over the rest of her grand speech. My gaze shifted to the flexing muscles in Brett’s back and I cursed under my breath. “Does he know you’re pimping him out to me?”
     
    Dina’s answering grin was slow and evil. “Why do you think he’s wearing a tie?”
     
    I wasn’t sure if I wanted to marry her or throw her into the ocean, but I was immensely grateful I didn’t have to make that decision right then. Placing a light kiss on my cheek, Dina sauntered away, murmuring, “I’m coming for you, hunky lawyers.”
     
    I smiled at her retreating figure, and my amusement at the situation grew when Brett turned around, not looking the least bit surprised that his sister had dumped him at the bar.
     
    “I take it she told you why I’m here,” he said, his eyes fixed on the tumbler of scotch in his hands.
     
    My voice stayed even and didn’t betray the slightest hint of anticipation as I replied, “She did.”
     
    “Wonderful.” He swigged most of his drink in one go, and I watched in fascination as the tips of his ears turned a wonderful, bright red. Grimacing, he asked, “Should I tell her this was a