“The twins and Church,” I start, swallowing hard as Ranger grinds against that fervent heat between my legs, “they were afraid for you to find out my secret; they were afraid you'd turn me into your sister.” The laugh that escapes his throat is best described as bawdy, this dark sound that has my nipples tightening to hard points. “Does it seem like I consider you a sister? Because if so, then I've either fucked up royally, or you've seen some kinky shit in your day.” I snort a laugh, but the sound is cut off when Ranger crushes his mouth to mine. Holy mother of unicorns,
