Marco
“Jane, look at you, you look like a woman. When did you grow up?”
My eyes narrowed as I took in my sister’s appearance. She looked even more beautiful than the last time I’d seen her. Her black hair was longer than ever and her brown eyes radiated happiness. She was beaming and her cheeks were rosy, flushed with excitement as she ran up to me.
I tried to stifle a yawn. My previous night had gone on a lot longer than I’d intended. The brunette had called her roommate, another hot blonde, and we’d had a bit of an orgy. I’d never been with three women at the same time before and it had taken a lot out of me. Not that it hadn’t been fun. It had been hella fun. Though it had been a bit awkward when they’d tried to kiss me. I didn’t kiss the women I fucked. Not anymore. Not since I was nineteen. It gave women the wrong impression when you kissed them. It made them think that what was occurring was a more intimate act. Like you were making love instead of just fucking.
Suck my cock and let me bang and let’s both move on with our lives. That was my philosophy.
“I’ve been grown up, Marco.” Jane poked me. She must have realized that my mind was elsewhere because she gave me a sharp look. “This is Tate, my boyfriend.”
She held the hand of the man next to her. I glared at him, not even bothering to offer a smile. I didn’t want to think about my sister having a boyfriend. She was too innocent and sweet to be in a relationship. Especially with a guy like the douchebag in front of me. He looked handsome and rich and way too confident for my liking.
“Have you slept with my sister?” I took a step toward him to intimidate him.
He didn’t step back and instead squared his shoulders. His blue eyes gazed at me with a mixture of respect and hardness. I knew that it was unlikely that they hadn’t slept together, and I could feel anger building up in me. I’d hoped that Jane would remain a virgin until she was married. I didn’t want her to have to deal with assholes like me. Heartbreak came easy when you got involved with a man like me. And from what I could tell, this Tate and I were cut from the same cloth.
“Marco!” Jane glared at me. “That is enough. Please, be nice.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Marco. Jane has told me a lot about you.” Tate held his hand out but I ignored it. He was trying to show me he was a good guy.
My eyes narrowed as I stared at him. “She hasn’t told me that much about you, and she’s told our parents even less.”
“Marco!” She sighed and then turned to Tate. “Ignore him. I told you that he acts like he’s my dad, and he’s a pompous jerk. It’s ridiculous.”
“It’s not ridiculous for me to want to protect my sister.” I pursed my lips. “You’re my younger sister, Jane. As such, I am your protector.”
“You do not need to worry about that. I am also her protector,” Tate said.
I just shook my head. You can’t be her protector if you’re also her predator, fool. I kept the words in my head. I didn’t need Jane to start shouting at me.
“So, what’s the plan for the next couple of days?” I glanced down at my suitcase. “Are we going to leave the airport or am I staying here?”
“You’re staying here.” Jane grabbed her boyfriend’s hand and flipped her hair. “Goodbye, brother.”
“Jane.” I sighed. “Don’t be like that. Come here.” I gave her a big hug. “I missed you. It’s been too long.”
“I missed you too.” She hugged me back tightly. “Now stop being an ass to Tate and let’s go.”
“Fine, fine.” I picked up my bag and started walking.
I followed them through the airport to the parking garage where we stopped next to a red Mustang.
“I thought you’d have a Lexus or a Mercedes or something.” I looked at him in surprise.
“Nah, you can’t beat a Mustang.” He grinned at me. “I’d have my pickup truck here if I could.”
“Tate’s from South Carolina,” Jane said quickly, by way of explanation. “You wouldn’t know it to look at him, but he’s a country boy.”
“I’m not a country boy, but I am from the South.” He tipped his head at me. “You can have a drive in it if you want.”
“Might take you up on that,” I said. “My buddy in LA has a Corvette, I’ve been driving it while he’s been traveling this month. It has a V8 engine with 755 horsepower. She’s a beaut.”
“Sounds fun.” Tate nodded.
“No more car talk,” Jane whined. “I don’t want to hear about cars. I don’t even know what a V8 is.”
“That’s the Jane I remember.” My sister couldn’t care less about cars. “All you need is your hair in pigtails, and you’ll be my little baby sister again.”
“I’m not a baby, Marco.”
“Uh-huh.” I cocked my head and looked at my sister. “Let’s get this party started. I haven’t been to San Francisco in a while. What’s the plan?”
“I thought we’d drive back to my place.” Tate opened his car door. “I got you an apartment in my building for a week.”
“Okay, cool.”
“Where will you be, Jane?”
I glanced at Jane, who blushed. I didn’t hesitate to roll my eyes.
“So, you’re living with this guy now? This boyfriend I never even heard about?”
“Marco, no.” She denied. “I have my own place.”
“So you’ll be staying there?”
“She’ll be spending the week at my apartment.” Tate’s voice was confident and assertive. “She wanted to be close to you for the week.”
“You have two bedrooms.”
“No.” He shook his head.
“You have a couch?” I raised an eyebrow at Jane. “You’ll be sleeping on his couch while he’s in the bed?”
“Marco,” she said. She gulped and looked at the floor. I hid a grin. Obviously, she wasn’t going to be sleeping on the couch.
“Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, Jane.” I shook my head at her. “Papi will kill Tate if you end up with a baby before you’re married.”
“Marco!” She punched me in the shoulder. “There’s nothing you wouldn’t do, so I think I’m okay.”
“Well, that’s true.” I laughed. “I had the most amazing time last night.”
“Stop.” My sister groaned and put her hand up. “I don’t want to hear about your conquests. We’re going to dinner with some of my friends tonight, and you need to promise me that you’re not going to make a move on them.”
“Trust me.” I rolled my eyes. “I have no interest in your geeky friends.” I folded myself into the back of the car. “Their virginal little panties are safe from me.”
“You’re such an asshole, Marco.” Jane got into the car and slammed the door a little harder than necessary.
“Oh, no, who’s been talking to you?” I started laughing.
Tate tried to hide his smirk as he got into the car. Dude was all right. As long as he didn’t fuck around on my sister, I wouldn’t have to kill him.