Bad For My Brother’s Best Friend Novel – Take my advice. Never fall for your brother’s best friend. I ogasm every night with thinking of my brother’s best friend, Bracken. He was designated as my babysitter by my brother. But no one knows every time he teaches me math, the only thing I can think of is eating his dik. He never crosses the line, unless… I leaned into an alcoholic’s arms and pretended to smooch him. I see him tightly clutching his fists. He looks like he wants to kilI everyone who approaches me. The next moment, he rushes over and pulls me away. He grips my waist, his nails roughly biting into my skin. “I warned you not to do that.” He glares at me angrily, but I enjoy it. “If you don’t want me, I have to get someone else to water my garden.”
“You’ve been teasing me for years. Do you want me to slip that tight little dress off your nice body, lay you down on my bed, and give my thing to you?” His words made me dizzy. Am I dreaming? I pretend to be calm to make myself not look like a vrgin. “You know that’s exactly what I want.” Chapter One Nautica “You better have a good as fack explanation why you’re here.” Even in the rambunctious college coed-filled bar, there’s no mistaking who the husky voice behind me belongs to. It’s haunted me for years, taken too many parts in my self-induced orgusms, and ruined every chance I’ve had of loving another man. I drop the cash in my hand in what seems like slow motion. Thud. I hear my pulse thrash against my ears.
Thud. Out of every bar on campus, he had to come here tonight. Go figure. There goes my night of craziness before I head home for the holidays. The bartender slides my drink in front of me, scoops up the fallen cash, and meanders off to help his next customer, leaving me in dread. I stay frozen in place, debating whether to hop over the bar and make a run for it. I take a pass on that idea. He’ll chase after me, and my embarrassing high school track record tells me I’ll lose. “Nautica,” he barks, causing me to jump. “Turn around and look at me before I toss you over my shoulder and drag you out of here.”
He’s not bluffing. He’ll do it and most likely cause a scene to teach me a lesson. I take a long gulp of my too-strong drink to gain some liquid courage and slowly pivot around on my heels. I yelp when the vodka soda gets ripped from my hand. He lifts it to his smirking lips and chugs it down tauntingly. “WTF?” I snap, gaining the attention of the surrounding crowd. “Rude much?” I make a grab for my now empty glass but fall short when he holds it higher than my five-foot-three frame. The jackass has a good eight inches on me. “Do you mind?” I ask. “No, I don’t mind. This is the last time I’ll ask. What the hel are you doing here?” His devious blue eyes level down on me, making me even more nervous.
He crosses his arms over his muscular chest and leans back on his heels, waiting for my reply. I’m trying my damnedest to keep up with my pissed-off attitude, but my attraction to him mixed with the alcohl flowing through my veins is altering my mind. I lick my lips. His jet-black hair is slicked back with gel. Not in a geekish way—more of an I’m trying to look casual but still get girls to drop their pantees in a second kind of way. A black flannel button-up is thrown over his white V-neck tee, and his ripped jeans hang low on his hips. I want this man. I part my lips, certain I’m going to salivate at any moment. This is what happens when you’re around the guy you’ve been obsessing over for years. You pant like a dog in heat.
Bracken Casey. He’s my brother’s best friend and the guy designated as my babysitter while I’m away attending Kansas University. He’d never been given that job title had my older brother, Simon, known all the dirty things I wanted to do to him. I ignore the curious stares pointed our way and gesture to the crowded bar. “What does it look like I’m doing?” I hiss. “The same dam thing you are. I’m having fun.” I attempt to squeeze past him. “So, if you’ll excuse me while I go do that.” He grips my waist, his nails roughly biting into my skin, and stops me. His sharp gaze roams to my left side and then to my right. My eyes shoot to the floor, fully aware of what is coming next. “Who are you here having fun with?” he questions. “From the looks of it, you seem like some desperate, naïve chick alone in a bar waiting for some guy to get her.”
My eyes don’t leave the beer-splattered ground. “Macy,” I lie. Okay, I halfway lie. I came here with my best friend, but she ditched me fifteen minutes ago in the arms of the last guy who bought her a drink before heading back to our dorm. She’d suggested I call Bracken and ask to crash at his place or come back in a few hours if I don’t want to hear her getting screwed. His chilly fingers wrap around my chin to lift my head, forcing me to look at him. “So … where is your little roommate then?” He makes an annoying show of looking around the room. “She, uh … had to run back to our dorm real quick.” I’m not fast on my toes in the lying department, which is why I never got to do illegal in high school. Simon always tripped me up when I couldn’t keep my stories straight. His lower lip snarls as his face twists in anger.
“She had to run back to your dorm real quick?” he repeats slowly. “The betch did it again, didn’t she? I’m going to strangle her.” I stumble forward when he snags my elbow and drags me across the room to the back of the bar. “I told you to quit hanging out with that ho.” I’d planned to call him asking if I could stay at his apartment, but I wasn’t ready to call it a night yet. I wanted to enjoy one last drink before taking a cab back to his place, so he wouldn’t know I’d been here. Unfortunately, just like my roomie, that plan is long gone. I jerk out of his hold. “First off, don’t call my best friend a ho.” “She ditches you nonstop to ride douches’ shafts. I’ll call her a ho and every other name in book if I want. Swear to God, you’re not rooming with her next year. ” “She has a high appetite. Don’t use that against her or try to act like your friends”—I snort—”or that you’re any better.
Just because you all have tiny weasel diks instead of a vegina doesn’t make you superior.” For years I’ve watched him and my brother recycle girlfriend after girlfriend. Or hookup after hookup, considering they think a committed relationship is the equivalency of having your balls on a chain. He laughs, but his face turns serious. “Now, I can’t speak for my friends, but my cocok is definitely far from being tiny. Don’t mistake me for one of those frat boys you keep wasting your time with.” A smile builds along my lips. “Prove it to me then.” Excitement trickles up my spine like a lit match at my challenge. The mood shifts. I lock my eyes on him, but he averts his gaze, refusing to look at me. I fell in love with this man before I knew what the word love meant. He’d stolen my heart the first time I saw him. He was the kid down the street who rode his bike over the day we moved in. The box in my hand had tumbled to the ground when he slammed on the brakes and hopped off his bicycle.
The heel of his Converse sneakers punched down on the metal kickstand. He shoved his hands in the pockets of his jeans and came my way with a bright smile on his face. Even at twelve, the boy was a charmer. The night of his graduation party, I’d embarrassingly and drunkenly confessed my undying love for him. I snuck out of my house with Macy, and we crashed the party. He blew me off, making it crystal clear I was his best friend’s little sister. That was it. He didn’t and would never see me that way. I ended the night crying in his passenger seat while he took me home and then puked in the floorboard of his truck as a last goodbye. He snuck me back into my house, tucked me in, and disappeared like a stranger in the night.
We’ve never brought it up. It’s like it never happened. “How did you even get in here?” he asks, choosing to ignore my comment. He has a habit of doing that, and it pisses me off. I know my flirting annoys him, but I’m a determined woman. Eventually, I’ll get Bracken to fall for me … or at least, fall in my bed. “The same way you did,” I answer. “I walked through the front door.” I groan when he gives me a hard look. “Fine. My ID.” “Your ID.?” I nod. “That’s weird, considering your ID says you’re only nineteen. I know this place is strict on checking that too. So spill, Nautica.” “I have a fake.” “Where did you score a fake?” “That’s none of your business.” Macy dated a guy who hooked us up with them a few months ago. She slept with him a few times, slipped him twenty bucks, and we took our first trip to the liquor store twelve hours later. “It’s time for you to go.” He grabs my arm again and practically drags me through the crowd. We stop at a crowded table where Jasper, his roommate, and a few other guys are sitting. “Well, look who it is. I was wondering where you ran off to,” Jasper says when he notices us. “I assumed it was for some puusy. But not this off-limits puusy.”
He looks me up and down with a smart grin on his face and laughs when I flip him off. Jasper is a head-full-of-blond-hair pretty boy. He reminds me of your stereotypical college guy who plays tennis and spends his daddy’s money on too much booze and women. “Who do we have here?” a drunken voice asks. I look over at a guy I don’t recognize sitting next to Jasper. He has shaved brown hair and is wearing thick-framed hipster glasses. I cringe at the overeager look on his face. I let out a grunt when Bracken snags me around the hips and pushes me behind his powerful body. “Hands off,” he warns, spit flying from his mouth. His voice thunders with authority. “She’s my best friend’s little sister. She’s off-limits, and I mean it.” “Touch her, and he’ll kick you, man,” Jasper says, cutting in. I step out from behind Bracken and give him a dirty look. “I tried once and got a fist to the face,” Jasper goes on before pointing at his crooked nose. “Almost broke this beauty.”
“I have to take her home or … somewhere. I’ll be back,” Bracken tells them. “I can’t go home for a few hours … or possibly until morning,” I say, stopping him. “Then you can hang out in my truck until Macy is finished being facked.” “Dude, quit being a fun sacker,” Jasper calls out. “Let her hang with us. You can keep an eye on her here. You think she wants to go home and deal with that?” He signals to the empty stool next to him and then to me. “Sit down, get a drink, and let’s have some fun.” I hop on the barstool before Bracken drags me out of here. Jasper winks at me. “Simon doesn’t hear about this,” Bracken says, taking the seat next to me. “And your ess is drinking water.” “Absolutely not,” I argue. Jasper jumps off his stool.
“So you don’t get your pantees in a bunch, roomie, I’ll get her a drink,” he tells Bracken. He glances over at me. “Any special requests?” “Whatever is fine. I’m not picky,” I answer. He claps his hands. “Thatta girl. It’s shot time, ladies and gentlemen!” He salutes us before heading over to the bar. “I take it you have no place to crash tonight?” Bracken asks. “Unless I want to listen to my best friend get railed, then nope. She suggested I call you and crash at your place. I asked a few friends on our floor, but their rooms are full.” “Hate to break it to you, but so is our place. I can drop you off at the homeless shelter a few blocks away. They have fresh sheets and hot meals.” I smack his shoulder. “Very funny.” He grins, giving me a view of his straight white teeth. “My place it is?” I nod. “And I’m getting your bed. Jasper’s bedroom was disgusting the last time I stayed over. He had protections, used protections, sitting on his nightstand only a few inches from my pillow.”
I cringe, disgust rising up my throat as I remember how I dry-heaved at the sight of them. I ended up grabbing a blanket from Bracken’s room and sleeping over Jasper’s comforter, trying to do everything in my power to keep my body from touching anything. “How disgusting is that? The trashcan was only three steps away. I counted!” “Oh, quit being a spoiled princess. Be grateful he was gone, and you didn’t have to sleep on the couch.” “It would’ve been more sanitary than protection city.” “I’m not so sure I can agree with that statement. Jasper has allowed a lot of his friends to sleep on that thing. Not to mention, he facks all the girls he doesn’t deem worthy of his bed on it. Now, considering we both know how low his standards are, which one would you prefer?” I frown.
He has a point. I straighten my back up. “How about you be a gentleman for once and let me sleep in your bed?” He shakes his head. “The only time a chick is allowed to stay in my bed is if my shaft is in her mouth or between her legs. Otherwise, that doesn’t happen. I don’t share my bed or have sleepovers. You’ve known me long enough to know that.” Every inch of my skin tingles. I close my eyes and imagine what it would be like to be that girl. The one who has his shaft in her mouth or between her legs. That lucky girl. I’m jealous of her. I quiver, hoping he can’t see the blush rising along my cheeks. I take a minute to reply. “You know I’m not like most chicks you let in your bedroom.” “Trust me, I’m fully aware of that.” “It’s settled. I get your bed.”
“No. Consider yourself lucky I might not tell Simon what Macy pulled tonight. I hate secrets, and it’s happened too many times.” My back stiffens. Neither my brother nor Bracken are big Macy fans. “Please. You know how he is. He’ll put me on lockdown. He’ll make me drop out. You know he doesn’t like Macy. If you tell him what’s going on, it’ll be the screw that nails down the coffin.” “Perfect. I’d be honored to provide the hammer.” Jasper comes back with our drinks and hands me one before Bracken gets the chance to confiscate it. Everyone at the table counts to three before tipping their glasses up. I almost gag at the taste of the hard alcohol but still gulp it down so I don’t look too much like a rookie—like I don’t belong. I don’t want Bracken thinking I can’t handle my alcohol and make me leave. Jasper slams his empty shot glass down and looks over at me.
“Nautica, I like you and all, but you can’t have my bed tonight. My girl gets back in town in the morning. She’ll slit my throat and gut me if I have another chick in my bed.” “Dude, you need to leave Tori. She scares out of me,” another guy says. Lyle. I recognize him. He’s a regular at their apartment. He went to high school with Jasper. “The crazier they are, the better in bed,” Jasper explains, a sly grin taking over his face. Bracken grunts. “I’d rather have mediocre sax with a sane woman than have a girl who takes her anger out on my car with a baseball bat. I’ll pass on that any day. I like my puusy without the crazy.” “That’s what you say now because you’ve never had crazy puusy. You just wait until you get one,” Jasper fires back. I look over at Bracken.
“I guess that means I get your bed, and you can couch it,” I say, interrupting their conversation. I don’t want to hear Jasper talking about what type of puusy Bracken should have any longer, or jealousy might eat me alive. “Sorry, babe, but there’s a problem with your little plan,” Jasper says. “My cousin, George, is crashing with us tonight. He’s visiting from back home.” He looks at the guy sitting across from us. “Although, I’m sure he wouldn’t mind sharing.” George looks nearly thirty. His brown hair is in a ponytail that’s nearly as long as mine, and scruff is scattered along his jawline. He only shrugs his shoulders and takes a long draw of his beer. He definitely isn’t interested in me, and I’m definitely not interested back. “Shut up, Jasper,” Bracken grumbles, narrowing his eyes at him. “Nautica, you can sleep on the floor in my room.” I frown.
“I think you meant to say you’re sleeping on the floor and giving me your bed.” He shakes his head in response. “Dude,” Jasper says, choking back a laugh. “You’re going to do her that dirty?” He throws his head back and howls in laughter. “Yeah, that’s my boy. I wish I could be as chill as you. You act like a complete fool, and chicks still line up to give you their private part.” My eyes shoot over to Bracken. He tightens his fingers around his beer bottle and looks away. Bracken hooking up with random girls regularly isn’t a secret. Jealousy ate at me like acid when I’d spot him leading those hookups to our guest bedroom. Eventually, I stopped going out of my bedroom when my brother threw parties. I had been an envious fifteen-year-old girl who hadn’t hit puberty yet. I wasn’t anything like those women. They were gorgeous with big boobs and hair styled perfectly. I despised every single one of them. I still do. “I swear to God, I need to find a new roommate,” Bracken says, giving Jasper a dirty look. “I’m available,” I call out, holding up my hand and giving him a grin. “You said I needed to leave Macy. That’s perfect.” “You aren’t getting my room, sweetheart,” Jasper says.
“You moving in with me wasn’t what I was referring to,” Bracken fires back. “Not happening.” Jasper gets up and returns with another round of shots. This one is easier to get down. So is the next one. I lose track of the number of drinks I’ve consumed. My stomach rumbles with all the crazy mixtures floating around in it. I’m going to regret this in the morning, but tonight all I can think about is the fact I’m going back to Bracken’s place and sleeping in his room. ###Chapter Two Bracken I grip my beer as I lean back on my barstool and watch Nautica. It’s what I’ve done since she sat down on that stool and made herself comfortable. When I spotted her standing at the bar earlier, wearing that short dress, I nearly lost it. Thoughts of her getting drunk and going home with a random guy ran through my mind. She has no reason to be here. She needs to get back to her dorm room and read a book. We’re having a good time, and the uneasiness of her being here has faded. It’s like we’re two friends hanging out and having drinks … except my shaft is hard as I look at her.
Us going back to my house later scares yet also excites me. It’s going to be one long night. I ignore Jasper’s elbow hits and comments when women walk past our table—their boobs close to falling from their tops as they smile at me. . I barely pay them a glance before my attention returns to Nautica. There’s no better view than her. She rivals every woman here, winning every single round. She’s gorgeous tonight, and I have a love-hate relationship with her dress. It hugs every perfect curve she’s working with. It’s short, too short, but I appreciate the view it’s giving me of her tanned legs. Her black hair is thrown into a loose ponytail at the top of her head, exposing her swan-like neck and angelic face. Those thick strands would fit perfectly in my fist to pull on as I glide my hard shaft into her. I look away and chug the rest of my beer, hoping it will drown away the thoughts of bending her over that stool and taking her right here. She’s off-limits. Hands off.
Remember that. That rule is easier said than done. She’s beautiful, perfection, and thinks I want nothing to do with her. She’s so wrong. I’m not the only one with my attention on her. There’s no missing the appreciative glances other men are giving her. I narrow my eyes and shoot them silent warnings to stay away. She’s not going home with any of those guys. She’s going home with me. A few hours later, I cut her off from accepting any more drinks from Jasper. The guy drinks alcohl like a fish does water. There’s no way Nautica can keep up unless she wants to spend the night hugging the porcelain throne, and I’m not in the mood to play caretaker tonight. My mind wanders back to the night she crashed my graduation party. She drunkenly confessed she loved me and had for years. I gripped my steering wheel, listening to her mutter all the dirty things she wanted to do with me, shocked I didn’t crash my truck. The way her face fell when I told her I didn’t see her that way killed me. I lied, and she rewarded me by puking in my truck. That night still haunts me.
It’s the night it killed me to say no to her. “You ready to go?” I ask her. I run my hand along her arm to get her attention and grin when goose bumps pop up. I love that my touch affects her. “Are you ready?” she replies, looking away from Jasper to me. I nod. “I’m beat.” We finish our drinks and call cabs. Jasper and his cousin hop in one car. Nautica joins me in the other. “Did you have fun tonight?” I ask. “I did,” she answers. Her cheeks flush underneath the dim light as she grins from ear to ear. I feel the heat of her body when she moves in closer to nudge me with her elbow. “I told you it wouldn’t be so bad letting me stay. I’m fun,” she says. She clips a strand of hair falling from her ponytail behind her ear. I blink—telling myself to quit staring at her boobs and thinking about pulling up that dress and facking her in this back seat. I’ll tip the driver extra. For years, I’ve been trying to convince myself she’s not attractive, not my type, but I’ve only been lying to myself. I’m more attracted to her than anyone. She’s flawless in my eyes. She has the perfect body, a laid-back personality, and a heart of gold. If Simon weren’t my best friend, I would’ve already been inside her. The minute she hit high school, I would’ve taken her. That’s why I have to keep her at arm’s length. If we get too close, nothing is stopping us.
We can’t cross that line. I pull out my phone for a distraction, noticing a few missed calls from Rachel, my latest hookup. She’s been spending most of her weekends in my bed. We partnered up for a business ethics project and hit it off from there. She’s not looking for a commitment, only fun. The perfect woman in my eyes. The ride to my place is short, and Jasper’s cab is leaving when we pull up. The parking lot is covered with snow and ice. That’s why I like having my truck. “The chance I will bust myself on the way inside is high,” Nautica mutters, looking out the window. “Heels, and ice aren’t a safe combo.” “Do you want me to carry you?” I offer without thinking. I ignore the driver’s irritation at us still being in the car. She bites into her lower lip and nods. A sharp draft hits my back when I open the door and get out. I lean down and gesture for her to move. “Come on then.” She slides to the edge of the seat and stops in front of me.
I carefully bend down to pull her into my arms and lift her up. Her chilly arms clasp around my neck as she settles her face into my chest while I head toward the apartment. “Still think this dress was a good idea?” I ask when she shivers in my arms. My mouth waters when the poor excuse of clothing rises to show me a better view of her legs. I can feel my dik pressing against my jeans. She’s teasing out of me. Think about something other than getting her undressed. Bunny rabbits. Football. Not working. Her grip on me tightens. “It’s my favorite,” she says, pulling back and looking up at me with a smile. Jasper opens the door to let us in. “I’m hitting the sheets,” he calls out as I drop Nautica to her feet. He opens up the hallway closet and pulls out a blanket. “George, the couch is all yours. Good night, Nautica.” She’s the only one who returns the good night. She stands in the hallway, shuffling her feet while looking around nervously. My pulse springs.
Now comes the time to figure out our sleeping arrangements. There’s no way in hel Simon will hear about anything that happens tonight. “Do you have something I can sleep in?” she asks, breaking the silence. “Come on,” I say, gesturing toward my bedroom. I follow her and turn around to look at the door when we make it inside, uncertain on whether to close it. She spins around at the sound of it clicking shut. Nautica or no Nautica, I never sleep with my door open. I like my privacy. She heads straight to my dresser and starts going through a drawer. “Do you mind?” I ask. She shrugs but doesn’t stop. “I told you I needed something to sleep in.” She whips around with a pack of protections hanging from her fingers. “Wouldn’t these be of better use in your nightstand? You know, considering that’s where you do your business?” I arch a brow and chuckle. “My bed isn’t the only place I fack, babe. You need to broaden your horizons.” She shouldn’t be facking guys, period.
But I’m not an idiot. I know she went wild as soon as Simon left for the military. I tried to tell him that being so strict on her in high school would only cause her to act out more when she finally got some freedom, but he wouldn’t listen to me. “Horizons?” She snorts. “I didn’t get to do considering you and my brother scared away all the guys who could’ve helped me broaden those horizons.” “We did you a favor, but it’s not like you’re not trying to make up for it now.” I clench my teeth, thinking about another guy putting his hands on her. I move forward to drag her away from the dresser. “Sit down. I’ll get you something,” I say, pointing at my bed. I snag a pair of sweatpants and an old high school T-shirt and hand them to her. “Thanks for letting me have your bed tonight,” she says with a smirk, smacking her palm across the mattress.
“Wrong. I said you could have the floor.” “Come on. We both know you’re not making me sleep on the floor. You’re not that big of a prick.” She’s right. “Fine, the bed is all yours. You know I just enjoy sleeping with you.” “That’s the truth,” she grumbles. She bends down to take off her shoes but struggles with the clasp, almost falling off the bed. I can’t hold back my laugh. “You need some help with that?” “Yes,” she says with a sigh. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t make fun of me while doing it.” She pulls at her shoe again, and I hurry over before she face-plants on the carpet. “The things you make me do, woman.” I fall to my knees in front of her. Her breathing hitches when I grab her foot, wrap my hand around her ankle, and unclasp the strap. The air goes thin as I pull the shoe off and toss it onto the floor. I grab her other foot and do the same. “Thanks,” she mutters when I get back to my feet. I snag a pillow from the bed and throw it down onto the floor.
The mood in the room is shifting. I can feel it. I need to separate myself before we do something stvpid. “Now, sleep off your buzz,” I say. She ignores me and leans down to pick up my pillow. My mouth falls open when she tosses it back on the bed. “You’re not sleeping on the floor, Bracken,” she says. “We’ll share the bed.” “We will. Not happening.” I attempt to move around her to grab my pillow back, but she blocks me. “Shut up. We’re two adults. Why are you so freaked out about it? It’s not like we’re going to fack or anything.” I raise a brow. “You sure about that?” The words slip from my lips before I have the chance to stop them. Alcohl is spiraling through my blood, and my attraction to her grows. The girl who’s been off-limits to me for years is inviting me into her bed … well, my bed. She’s offering her to me. All I have to do now is make the first move. She opens her mouth, hesitates, and slams it back shut. “I mean … ” She glances from side to side—waiting for me to tell her I’m only playing around. I take a step closer, stopping dead in front of her.
“Is that what you want to happen tonight?” Bracken Nautica’s breathing shudders, growing unsteady, and her eyes grow wild with lust. “Do you want me to slip that tight little dress off your nice body, lay you down on my bed, and give it to you?” I ask. She whimpers when I snake my hand down and rub it along her leg. “You’ve been teasing me for years. Do you think it’s time I finally cave and give you this shaft?” Say yes. Say yes. Please say yes. If she says no, I’ll take a step back, grab my pillow, and crash on the floor. “You know that’s exactly what I want,” she answers. Those words are my undoing. The cord of restraint, discipline, restriction, everything I’ve been fighting with over the years has broken. When I jerk her up from the bed, her eyes widen. I feel her breath against mine as I pull her into me and run my thumb between her lips, back and forth. The moment our lips meet, I know I will thoroughly enjoy this forbidden fack. She tastes like the sugary sweet shots Jasper fed her all night. Our smooch is carnal and urgent. Our mouths open, and I teasingly stroke my tongue against hers. Wrapping my arms around her, I guide her to the bed, and her bounces off the mattress when she falls back. My heart thumps like a piston while I drink her in—this woman I want on my bed waiting for me.
This is happening. We’re crossing this line. One time. We’ll cross it only this time. Then act like it never happened. “You sure about this?” I’m giving her … us a chance to back out. She nods. “Positive.” When she rubs her legs together, her dress inches up higher. My mouth falls open, taking in the sight of black lace pantees covering her private part. She’s kiIling me. “Have you done this before?” I ask. Will it stop me if she hasn’t? Probably not. I’d love to be the first man to slide inside her … the only man to be inside her. I’m asking in case I need to be careful. I’ve only banged two vrgins, and it took them both time to adjust to my size. She nods again. “I have.” Her response shouldn’t piss me off, but it does. It’s wrong for me to assume she’d wait for us to happen. She’d practically begged me to fack her that night in my truck, and I shot her down. That night, I ended up screwing a random chick in the back seat while fantasizing that it was her. It was screwed up, I know.
In my defense, it was better than actually ing her. Morally, at least. Definitely not physically. Nothing will be more satisfying than this. She waits for my reaction, and I crawl across the bed to her. With my lips going straight to her neck, I rain smooches along her soft skin. To give me better access, she tilts her head to the side, and I sack hard. “I want this off,” I order, tugging on her dress. When she rises to her knees and pulls her dress over her head, I lick my lips. Lust taps into my veins as I take in the beautiful sight of her wearing only her pantees and bra. There’s no stopping myself from cupping my balls through my jeans. When she goes for her pantees, I grip her wrists, stopping her. “These are mine to take off,” I say. “I can’t wait” Our mouths meet again—this time more demanding, as if I own her. She bites into my lower lip as my hand lingers between her legs. My fingertips tingle as I rub her private part through the thin material. I can’t hold back any longer. I need to be inside her before I bust in my jeans, ruining the moment before it even starts. Her back falls against the bed, and her moans echo through my room. She’s already soaked. I’m positive she’s dripping on my sheets, which only excites me more. She’s ready for me. I slide in another finger and lean back to inspect her stretched out on my bed. She moans as I clamp my mouth around one, sacking hard. Her hand latches onto my hair.
“Stop teasing me,” she begs. “Teasing is the best part,” I say. “Don’t take away my fun.” Her hand flies down to my hair and pulls it, practically ripping it from the root while she cries out. She begs for more. Begs for me to stop. Begs for more. I slip the length of my tongue inside her. She tastes delicious—so good. I don’t slow my pace, lapping her up until she comes undone. Her body goes limp as she cries out her release. I’m wiping my lips when I realize I’m still dressed. “I can’t wait to have you,” I whisper. I pull my shirt over my head. My jeans are next. I’ve never gotten undressed so quick in my life. “Jesus, do you have those things stashed everywhere?” she asks when I open my nightstand and pull out a protection. “I like being prepared.” Ripping open the wrapper with my teeth, I roll the protection down my hard-on—dying to fill her with my shaft. “You ready?” She nods, a whimper escaping her. “We shouldn’t be doing this.” My statement doesn’t stop me . “I know.” Her legs spread wider as she arches her back. “But nobody has to know.”
My fingernails sink into the skin of her legs as I slam into her roughly. This feels amazing. “Our little secret,” I grunt. She is so tight. The tightest I’ve ever had. I throw my head back and shut my eyes, taking in the sound of our moans. This is the best sax I’ve ever had. The best lay I’ve ever given. I’ll worry about the consequences later. Nautica “You what?” Macy shrieks, jumping from her bed to mine after I confess I had sax with Bracken last night. “You can’t be pissed off at me now. You should thank me, buy me a drink, write one of my papers next semester.” I’m back in my dorm room. My body is sore, and I need rest. I kicked her bedmate out twenty minutes ago, and as soon as I collapsed on my bed, she knew something was up. I narrow my eyes at her. “I should thank you for ditching me? If it weren’t for you and your shaft addiction, we wouldn’t even be having this conversation right now. I wouldn’t be scared out of my mind to face Bracken over break.”
I shake my head in annoyance. “All I can think about is him neked and inside me.” My skin flushes as images of last night sweep through my mind. I gulp, remembering his lean, sweaty body moving above me as I squirmed underneath him, begging for more. It was the hottest thing I’ve ever experienced, and as terrified as I am to admit it, I want to do it again. Now that I’ve had a bite, I want the entire cake. “That’s a hot mental image,” she says with a sigh. “And yes, you should thank me. I gave you the opportunity to screw the guy you’ve been panting over for years.” She pulls her blond shoulder-length hair into a loose ponytail as she crosses her legs, eagerly waiting for me to give her details. I notice a glimpse of the early stages of a hickiy breaking out along her pale skin. “I haven’t been panting over him for years,” I argue. She snorts. Macy is fully aware of my Bracken crush. “Riiiiggght. Let’s not waste our time denying you’ve wanted to have a piece of his shaft forever.
Now, give me the scoop.” Making myself comfortable, I divulge last night’s details: how I woke up in Bracken’s bed this morning and nearly had an anxiety attack. I held my breath, fighting to stay calm, and pinched myself to be sure I wasn’t dreaming. I was scared to make a noise. I didn’t want to wake him and see the look of regret in his eyes. His muscular arm was draped across my stomach like a shield, and I carefully slipped out of his hold without him stirring. I grabbed the clothes he gave me, snagged my phone and purse on the way out the door, and called a cab. I banged on the dorm door for ten minutes before Macy answered. I climb across my bed and open the mini-fridge. “It should’ve never happened,” I mutter. I snag a bottle of water and reach into my bag for ibuprofen. I have a headache, a hangover from hel, and regret is my middle name.
“Oh please, you two have been beating around the sleep with me bush for years now. I mean, the guy stops what he’s doing whenever you call him. He likes you. He may be too pusy to admit it, but he does.” She bounces off my bed and gets back into hers. “And FYI, I’m totally jealous. I wish you hadn’t called dibs on him first.” That’s one thing Macy has never done. She’s never tried to sleep with Bracken because she knows my feelings for him. He’s the only guy I’ve ever crushed on. “Simon is going to freak out.” My stomach churns at the thought of what his reaction will be. He’ll be pissed, and I’m not sure if he’ll ever forgive Bracken … or me for causing him to lose his best friend. “That’s why you’re not telling him. You’re going to keep your mouth shut, and so is Bracken.” “But what if he finds out? He’ll be angrier over us hiding it from him.” “God, your brother doesn’t have to know every single detail of your life, Nautica. You’re an adult. It’s not like Bracken took your vrginity.” “What if Bracken feels guilty and tells him?” A long breath runs from her lips.
“He’s not that stvpid. He won’t risk your brother hating him. You two giving each other the business one drunken night is a story that’ll never be told again. Keep your mouth shut. He won’t say anything. I won’t say anything. All will be good in the world.” “I hope you’re right.” “I’m always right.” She grabs her eye mask and pulls it over her head. “Now, let’s get some sleep. I’m sore as hel.” I make myself comfortable and close my eyes, but sleep doesn’t come to me. What does, though, is my imagination running wild. All I can think about is how amazing Bracken’s hands felt against my skin and how skilled he was with his tongue. When I finally get to sleep, I dream about last night happening again. Houston, we have a problem. Bracken “Off-limits, huh?” Jasper asks when I walk into the kitchen, barefoot and sleepy-eyed. He snags a box of cereal. “I didn’t know you were exempt from that rule.” “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I reply, sitting down at the table.
My head is blasting against my skull with fear. I’m going to lose my best friend—all because I couldn’t keep my dik in my pants and out of his little sister. I heard Nautica sneaking out this morning but faked sleep, which makes me a coward. I couldn’t face her. I wanted to beg her to stay. We needed to talk about it, but I didn’t know what to say. I facked up, and I facked up bad. Ten minutes after she left, I pulled myself out of bed and noticed she forgot her dress during her walk of shame. I slept with my best friend’s little sister. In my defense, she’s not so little anymore. She’s grown. The way she rode my shaft last night and moaned my name further proves my argument. Simon is going to kick me when he finds out. He’s trusted me around her for years, and I betrayed him. Sure, we’d been drinking, but I can’t get away with that excuse. I wasn’t that drunk, and she looked so hot. Whenever I saw another guy eye-facking her, the harder I craved to touch her. When she was in my bedroom, it hit me. There was no more denying myself the person I’ve wanted for years.
“I don’t know what I’m talking about?” Jasper asks mockingly. “Your headboard was banging against the wall like we were having an earthquake. There’s no mistaking what was going on in there.” He graons. “The moans, man, the moans. They were so hot. I was tempted to jeck off.” I rub my hands over my face. “It shouldn’t have happened. We were both drunk … one thing led to another … and … ” “And the next thing you knew, you were balls deep in her sweet little pusy?” He pours milk over his cereal. “You better hope her brother doesn’t find out about your little orgassm escapade.” If Simon finds out I slept with Nautica, he’ll never speak to me again. He became the man of the house after their father died during a tour in Iraq. He was reluctant about her attending college here but agreed after I promised to watch out for her. “Everyone needs to keep their mouths shut about last night,” I say. “You know I won’t say anything, bro.”