EroticReverie

Callum O’Connor 

Pictures never did her justice. Sloane Avery had always been even more stunning in person. I haven’t seen her in four fucking years other than on social media. She got even prettier each year that went by. Most guys watch porn when they jerk off. Not me. Me? I scroll Sloanes Instagram feed and jerk off to her unfiltered , all natural photos. Sure she has some in hot little party dresses , bikinis, but it’s the ones of her smiling and just wearing a normal outfit that get me the hardest. Because they remind me of the girl I left behind. The girl I could never have. Because she was the sister of my best friend. And also the object of my brothers infatuation.

The second I lay eyes on her , I snap a mental image of her in that fucking outfit. She’s wearing a tight , long sleeved thin black turtle neck. With a red and black plaid skirt with large round buttons , four going down each side in the middle and knee high black heeled boots that give her five foot two frame just a few more inches. A necklace rests over the turtle neck, a simple gold circle pendant that sits right over where her cleavage would be. Her tits look fucking incredible in that top and I can’t even see them. My eyes flick to the bare skin of her legs that shows between the hem of the form fitting skirt and the tops of her boots. She looked so fucking good. My eyes lift to her face , those gorgeous fucking green eyes, her freckles, her bare lips , two soft pillows that have me wishing I’d had kissed them that night I left, like I’d wanted to. Her light brown and blonde hair is full and wavy and she has it half pulled back and I spot the red ribbon that’s holding it there right before she turns to face us. 

My brother is a fucking fool. I don’t know what actually happened between them that made her call of the engagement. He wouldn’t tell me. He gave me the same bullshit story that they were giving everyone else. That Sloane called it off because she wanted “find herself”.  I didn’t fucking buy it. But whatever the reason, I was glad. I hated when he’d started dating her. Hated it even more when he’d told me they were engaged and asked me to be his best man.  But he was my little brother. And she was fucking Sloane Avery. She was god damn Sugarplum. And I wanted them both to be happy. There was nothing I could ever do about my attraction to her. Not then. And definitely not now. 

Her eyes sparkle and I see her give me a real , and small smile before she turns on her fake one as she forces excitement into her voice and speaks.

“Hi , merry Christmas!” She says to my mom who is closest to her. I watch as my mother embraces Sloane, everyone but me , still hoping that they’ll reconcile , that Sloane will come around and get back with my brother. It’s been three months since they broke things off.  I hug her mother Alison, shake her fathers hand as he tells me it’s good to see me and giving me the “where have you been?!” Joke as I laugh politely and then hug Aaron , her brother and my best friend. That I’ve seen a few times since I left. We were still close , maybe not as close, but he was still my best friend. He introduces me to his wife and then I’m hugging Michelle, Sloanes sister. And she introduces me to her husband. Both Aaron and Michelle eloped when they’d gotten married. Much to their mothers dismay. So I knew it was killing Alison Avery that she’d been so close to helping to plan a “real” wedding , only for Sloane to back out. 

I watch Liam as he greets everyone, and watch him with Sloane. I watch the way her posture straightens. The way her lips go thin, pressed into a firm line as she awkwardly accepts his hug.  He wraps her in his arms like she’s his , and Sloane stands there stiff as a board her arms at her sides. What the fuck happened between them? 

Liam pulls back and watch them. Everyone watches them. Our mothers giving each other smiles and then sad little frowns as Sloane side steps him and then hugs my father. Everyone continues to greet and talk and then finally, I’ve got her. 

“Hey there” I say with a small smile. 

“Hey there.” She says softly and then I’m being my arms around her as she ticks herself against my six foot five frame. Her head resting just at my chest with her heeled boots on. 

She smells good. She fucking feels good too , pressed against me. Her tits pushing against my stomach and I want to fucking groan over how hard I’m fighting to not get a boner right now. Even after four years. She’s still the only girl who can make me get butterflies and shit. 

“How ya been Sugarplum?” I ask. My arms slipping from around her. I don’t miss my brother watching our interaction out of the corner of my eye. She smiles. A real one again as she looks up. 

“I’ll be glad when tonight is over.” She whispers to me and I smile down at her. 

“You’ll get through it Sugarplum.” I say and lift my hand and chuck her under the chin like I always used to. 

I knew she had to be uncomfortable with my brother here. With our families. Fuck, I’d seen the way she nearly recoiled from his hug. 

“How have you been?” She asks , her long lashes blink up at me. Those gorgeous green eyes and freckles sending me into a daydream. 

I smile. “I’ve been alright.” I say. Wanting to touch her again. Wanting to fucking kiss every damn freckle on her nose and tell her how much I adore her.  But I settle for a ..

“Missed ya” I say quietly. 

Her smile grows. Her bright white and perfect teeth showing through her lips.

“Miss you too Callum.” She says. “Really. I have.” She says softly. 

“We need to catch up.” I say and she nods. 

I chuck her chin again. My brother clearly growing agitated, so I spare him having to watch his ex fiancé talk and spare his brother more attention than him. 

We all go into the dining room. Sitting down to have drinks before our dinner. Everyone talking and catching up. I don’t miss the way that our mothers make sure that Sloane ends up having to sit right next to Liam. And the way her body language speaks , her shoulder and back turned away from him. Talking with the rest of the table and never sparing him a glance. 

She jumps at one point , and I’m the only one who catches it. Her body jerking away from Liam and his arm moving , flying away as she glared at him. She mouths something softly to him through her tight lips. His brows pinching. His jaw ticking when she turns away and he licks and sucks his teeth , glaring at the back of her head. I watch him and his eyes come to me and he glares for just a moment. Before forcing a smile and acting like he’s not an angry wounded puppy and takes another drink. 

I needed to find out what the fuck really happened between them.