DREW

What am I doing? Following Charlee has clusterfuck written all over it, yet I seem to be in a trance as her perfectly heart-shaped ass leads me across the building. Let’s be real; I easily weigh twice as much as she does. If I didn’t want to see what she had in mind, she wouldn’t stand a chance. Goddamn, she wasn’t kidding about the fantastic ass. Understatement of the year, right there. This is not the first time that I’ve noticed. Charlee throws a smile over her shoulder as we step out onto the patio. The completely empty patio, besides us. 

Fuck.

I rub the back of my neck. “Uh...I think I’ve had enough fresh air. I’m just gonna get back to the party.”

Charlee rolls her eyes and flings her arm wildly. “Oh, don’t be such a pussy. We just got here and I only want to talk.”

I laugh. Her bluntness is one of the first things that makes her stand out in a crowd, besides the fact that she’s fucking gorgeous. She almost always talks with her hands, which is adorable, and the girl has no filter, just like her brother. You’d never know they’re siblings by looking at them; they couldn’t be more different, physically speaking. Brody’s tall and built, with blonde hair and blue eyes, whereas Charlee is short and thin, with dark chocolate hair and bourbon-colored eyes. The more I get to know her though, the more I see how similar their personalities are—they’re practically male and female versions of each other. I’m sure Freud would have a field day with my attraction to her.

“Why can’t we talk inside?”

“Because Brody is being an ass,” she says. “He doesn’t want me anywhere near you.”

“I can’t say I blame him.”

She tilts her head to the side. “Why’s that?”

“Because I’m sure he knows what I’m thinking whenever I look at you. I’d kick his ass if he had those thoughts about Devyn.”

“That’s ridiculous.” 

“No, that’s Bro Code,” I correct. “Sisters are off-limits.”

“You’re kidding me, right?” There go the hands again. “You guys actually believe in that stuff?”

I shrug in response.

“You know what I think? I think you’re both morons.”

I put my hands in my pockets and rock back on my heels. “Maybe, but that doesn’t change it.”

“So...let me get this straight. If I wasn’t Brody’s sister, I’d be fair game? You’re not denying that you’re attracted to me?”

I grin. “Not denying that even a little.”

She gets a devious smile on her face as she inches closer. “So...you agree that we have chemistry? That you’d be more than happy to take what I’m offering?”

There’s just enough blood left in my brain to tell me that I should abort. Sadly, the blood flowing to my other head likes where she’s going with this.

“And what exactly are you offering?”

My dick jerks when she wraps her fist around my tie, pulling me down. Our lips are mere inches from each other.

Don’t do it, man. It’s not worth the consequences, my brain says.

Shut the fuck up, my dick replies. Do you feel the tits pressed against our chest?

“This,” Charlee says, right before she attacks my mouth.

Fuuuuuuck me.

Her lips are just as soft as they look, and whatever shiny shit is on them tastes like cotton candy. She bites down on my lower lip, before sliding her tongue into my mouth. I know it’s wrong, and that I’ll probably regret this, but I can’t find the will to stop. Instead, I wrap my arms around her, pulling her into me so she can feel how fucking hard I am. She moans into my mouth and rubs her torso against my dick through my pants. She uses the brick wall that I have her pressed against for leverage to climb my body. Right before my wandering hands get up close and personal with her amazing tits, we’re interrupted.

“What in the actual fuck?”

I jump away from Charlee the second I hear Brody’s voice, but it’s too late. There’s not a chance in hell he didn’t just witness me dry-humping his sister against a wall.

He advances upon me and shoves me in the chest. “What the fuck do you think you’re doing, dickhead?”

“Brody, don’t,” Rainey pleads, tugging on his arm.

“I’m sorry, man. I just...wasn’t thinking for a minute. I mean, have you seen your sister?” I hold my hands up in surrender when his glare turns murderous. “It won’t happen again.”

Brody turns his ire on his sister. “And you! What the fuck, Charlotte? Did we not just talk about this?”

“Oh fuck you, Brody!” Charlee shouts back. “You’re not the boss of me or Drew. If we want to make out, we can make out. Or whatever else for that matter.”

Brody’s scowl returns to me again. I shake my head, refuting Charlee’s statement. “It won’t happen again, man. I swear. It was a bad idea. A really bad idea.”

Great, now Charlee’s glaring at me. “I can’t believe you two. Fuck this, I’m out.” She shoulder checks me as she storms past us.

Brody’s still fuming, his nostrils flaring. He’s a big dude, but not as big as me. I could easily take him in a fight, but I’m not going to. If he wanted to punch me, I’d fucking deserve it. That’s also part of Bro Code—you’d be amazed at how landing a good punch can resolve any argument between dudes.

“Brody, c’mon, let’s go back to the party,” Rainey begs, trying to defuse the situation. “Riley and Devyn are probably wondering where we’re at.”

Brody points a stern finger at me. “Not cool, Drew. Don’t think for a fucking second that I’m okay with this.”

I nod in acquiescence. “Got it.” Turning my attention to Rainey I add, “I need a minute. Will you please let Dev know that I’ll be there in a bit?”

She nods. “Don’t worry about it. Take as much time as you need.”

I take deep breaths as I ponder her statement. I have a feeling that no matter how much time passes, Charlee’s allure won’t fade. There’s just something about her—an energy that crackles between us that compels me to want more than I can have. I just have to keep reminding myself that nothing can happen. 

Bro Code. Bro Code. Bro Code.