Enjoying the Chase (29 page)

By the time evening came my sides hurt
from laughing so much. My dad was cooking on the outdoor grill and we
all
decided to stay outside to eat.

I groaned again, still rubbing my stomach
absentmindedly. “I can
’
t believe
you didn
’
t check first, Lisa,” I
grumbled for the hundredth time.

She shrugged, looking at me apologetically.
“I said I was sorry!”

I sighed.
“But the
other two managed to choose washable pens! If this doesn
’
t come off by Monday…”

As it had turned out, my three adorable,
loving, sweet sisters had all grabbed pens at random as soon as I was asleep.
Lisa was apparently the one that designed the ‘Rosie
’
s bitch
’
slogan with
the arrow pointing to my crotch. Unfortunately for me, she
’
d grabbed a black sharpie. The guys were going to rip me to shreds
at work on Monday if it wasn
’
t
gone by then.

I narrowed my eyes at her accusingly. I
’
d get her back though later, when they were
all asleep, they
’
d all get theirs!
I already had a plan, I just needed to wait until they were least expecting it.

Paige moaned, clutching her stomach.
“Please can we stop talking about it? I can
’
t laugh anymore, I hurt all over!” she complained, still chuckling.

I pulled out a piece of lettuce from my
burger and threw it at her, scowling. “As eldest girl you should have been
responsible for the pens!”

She just laughed harder, shaking her head.
“Oh, Nate, I wish you came here more often.”

Suddenly, from the corner of my eye, I saw
Hannah stop laughing and sit straighter in her chair. She was looking over my
shoulder at something. Her eyes drifted to me. “Please don
’
t hurt him!” she begged.

Hurt him? I turned in my seat, looking in
the direction she was staring in. A guy in his early twenties was walking
towards us with a small, scared expression on his face. He was average build,
messy brown hair. Then it hit me who this was. This was the little punk that
dared to date my little sister!

When he reached the table, Hannah stood,
smiling reassuringly as she took his hand.  “Hey, Robert,” she greeted, her
voice a little tight.

“Hey, Han,” he answered, smiling at her
affectionately.

Han? What the hell? Who on earth calls
someone that? Idiot!
His face was moving towards
hers, going to kiss her, so I leapt out of my chair and cleared my throat
dramatically. He pulled back immediately. Paige and Lisa started to giggle
again as they watched.

“Robert, is it?” I asked, looking him over
slowly, taking in everything from his sneakers to his wrinkled shirt.

He swallowed awkwardly. “Yeah. You
’
re obviously Nate. I
’
ve heard a lot about you.”

“Yeah.”

Hannah cleared her throat. “Well, how about
we get some food, Robert? You hungry?” she asked, obviously trying to ease the
tension in the air.

He nodded gratefully. I watched as she
pulled him over to the grill, the pair of them whispering, Hannah shooting
little glances over at me warning me to behave. For the rest of the night I
watched him. He was all smiles for her, holding her hand, making her giggle and
blush. They seemed to have a lot in common. He was a student at her college.
Apparently, they
’
d been friends
for the last six months, neither of them wanting to make the first move on the
other.

After a couple of hours of joking around
and catching up, my parents stood up. “Right then, we
’
re going to bed,” my dad said as my mom smiled at him.

As they walked off, holding hands, I
decided that now was the time to talk to the little punk, and then I could go
call my girl. “Robert, want to help me get more wood for the burner?” I asked,
nodding at the open fire we had on the patio.

Hannah shook her head fiercely. “We have
plenty of wood right here,” she hissed, motioning towards the full basket next
to the table.

I smirked at her. This was happening with
or without her approval. “We
’
ll
get some more in from the workshop around back. That way Dad won
’
t have to replace what we took tomorrow. Come
on, Robert.” I stood, raising one eyebrow at him.

He nodded and stood too, his face paling. I
matched my pace to his, and we walked towards the workshop. When we stepped in
through the door, he stopped and looked at me curiously. “So, where
’
s the wood stored?” he asked politely, when I
didn
’
t say anything.

“Let
’
s get this over with. We both know we
’
re not here to get wood, am I right?” I asked, cocking my head to
the side as I sat on the counter.

Robert nodded, his eyes flicking to the
door. “Yeah, but before you say anything, I just want you to know that I really
like your sister. I
’
ve liked her
for a long time, and we just want to see how it goes. You don
’
t need to be worried.”

“I
’
ll always be worried. That
’
s my baby sister out there that you want to put your hands on. Hell,
maybe you already have,” I suggested.

He flinched and shook his head. “N-no?” he
stuttered, making it sound more like a question.

I took his answer as a yes. He
’
d already had sex with my little sister.
“Right,” I muttered sarcastically.

He shifted on his feet nervously as I stood
up and walked closer to him. “Okay, Robert, you seem like a fairly nice guy, so
I
’
m going to allow you to continue
seeing my sister,” I said, nodding slowly, watching as his face relaxed. “But,”
I added, “I
’
m just going to say
this, and leave you to think about it. Thanks to my training, I can shoot you
dead from hundreds of yards away. If you try to run, I can find you wherever
you go. I have resources beyond your comprehension. If you hurt my sister, I
swear, I will hunt you down and tear you limb from limb before I watch you
bleed to death.” I was going for dramatic. He needed to know I was serious.

His eye twitched as he shifted on his feet
again. I assessed him to see if he was going to run. If he still wanted my
sister after I
’
d just threatened
that, then maybe he deserved her.

“I really like your sister, Nate.”

I gripped his shoulder and smiled. “That
’
s good, because hiding bodies really isn
’
t my forte!”

He laughed nervously. “Right. You know, you
and Hannah have the same sense of humour.” 

“Yeah, we all have it. You
’
ll get used to it eventually.” I motioned back
to the door. “Come on, let
’
s get
back. If I keep you here any longer, Hannah
’
s going to use the screechy voice and it makes my ears bleed.”

He laughed and we made our way back over to
them. When we rounded the corner, I could see the girls watching us curiously.
Then I remembered that I
’
d
forgotten to say something important. I smiled and leant closer to him. “Oh
and, Robert, if you get my sister pregnant, I
’
m going to tear your balls off and shove them down your throat.” I
smiled over at Hannah so she wouldn
’
t know I was threatening him again. He paled but nodded in
understanding, so I patted him on the back. “Awesome, glad we understand each
other.”

When we got to them, he walked straight to
Hannah
’
s side. She looked up at me
hopefully, so I gave her a small, approving nod.

“Right, now the brotherly duty is done for
the night, I
’
m going to bed. See
you all in the morning,” I called, immediately turning for the house because I
was desperate to speak to Rosie again.

By the time I got to my bedroom, I was
unsure if it was too late for me to call. It was after midnight. I sat on the
edge of my bed fighting with myself as to whether I could call her or not. I
really wanted to speak to her again, I hadn
’
t spoken to her since this morning, and I
’
d only text her twice, so I was already in some sort of pussy
whipped withdrawal state. 

Deciding the best option was to text her
and see if she was awake or not, I typed up a quick message and sent it to her.

‘Stripes, R U awake? Can I call U?’

I closed my eyes and hoped that she wasn
’
t already asleep. Instead of texting me back,
she called me.

“Nate, do you know what time it is?” she
asked as I answered, her voice thick with sleep.

I eyed the alarm clock
guiltily
, but she didn
’
t sound
angry with me. “Yeah, it
’
s
12:11a.m. Sorry, I just really wanted to say goodnight.”

She laughed quietly. “Goodnight then,
Nate,” she joked, pretending she was going to hang up.

“Want me to go and let you get back to
sleep?” I asked, praying she
’
d say
no and that I could talk to her for a few minutes.

“No, it
’
s okay. I
’
m awake now
anyway.”

“
Sweet.
”
Okay, time for some fun.
“So,” I dropped my voice down,
trying to sound sexy, “what are you wearing?”

She laughed. “Considering you woke me up, I
’
m wearing pyjamas.”

“And you
’
re already in bed, so my timing is perfect,” I teased, trying to
contain my excitement. “Rosie?”

“Yeah?”

“Will you talk dirty to me?” I tried not to
laugh as I mimicked her words from the night before.

There was silence on the other end of the
line, and the easy smile fell from my face. I
’
d pushed it too far. She was drunk when she said it, so she either
didn
’
t remember saying it to me –
in which case she just thought I was a kinky pervert right now. Or, she just
wasn
’
t into it after all and I had
just scared her.

I slapped my palm on my forehead angrily,
gritting my teeth. I needed to take it back quickly. Make this right, apologise
and just ask if we could pretend like I never said anything. I sat up and
gulped, starting to panic. I opened my mouth to apologise, when she spoke
first.

“Right now? On the phone?” All traces of
sleep now gone from her voice, she actually sounded excited about it.

Holy. Fucking. Shit

No way. She wouldn
’
t, would she? Was this seriously about to happen? Was I already
asleep and dreaming this up or something, or was my girlfriend seriously
considering having phone sex with me? I flopped back on the bed, closing my
eyes as a thousand images of her bombarded my brain at once.

“Sure, if you want to that is,” I mumbled,
actually crossing my fingers that she would agree to it.

“Well, it was actually pretty hot tonight,
so I went to sleep in a tiny pair of pink lace panties and a skin-tight, pink
tank top. What about you, Nate? What are you wearing?” she purred, sounding so
seductive that I could barely stand it.

Of all the girls I could have chosen, I
chose a hot little kinky girl, could my luck get any better than this? I looked
at the ceiling, silently mouthing a thank you up there, because someone was
certainly watching over me.

Okay, turn your game on, Nate! Don
’
t drop the ball. Concentrate!

“If you think you
’
re feeling hot right now then just wait a few minutes until we get
going, I
’
ll soon have you out of
those panties,” I murmured lustfully. I could actually picture it; I
’
d always had a good imagination, so this was
the perfect thing for someone like me.

She giggled. “Oh really? Actually, now that
you
’
ve mentioned it, it
is
getting warmer in here. Maybe I
’
ll just slip-
”

I waited for her to continue, but she didn
’
t. I frowned. “Slip…” I prompted.