Chapter 92 Filthy Brother

• I know she’s as sober as I am, but her pupils are blown wide, consuming the beautiful blue. Her lips are parted, her cheeks flushed. She’s staring at me with an expression I’ve only ever dreamt of.
• “Are you okay, Lace?” I ask, stepping close to her so she can hear me over the music and the crowd. I don’t want to have to shout at her just so she can understand what I’m saying.
• She nods, her tongue darting out to lick her lips. I watch the move with interest, my cock hardening further. Christ.