My heart slammed against my ribs like it wanted to break free. Genevieve stood there in her slutty cheer uniform, skirt hiked up, green eyes gleaming with triumph. My c**k was still rock-hard, straining painfully against the thin fabric of my shorts, betraying every word I was about to say.
“Genevieve, no,” I growled, my voice rougher than I intended. I stepped back, putting the edge of the bed between us, but there was nowhere to run in this massive room. “We’re family now. This is f****d up. Mom and Richard—Jesus Christ, they’d lose their minds. I’m not throwing everything away because you’re horny.”
She laughed, low and throaty, stepping around the bed like a predator. “Family? We met three months ago, Garrett. You’re not my brother. You’re the hot, built guy sleeping right down the h
