Page 9 of Protected By my Brothers Best Friend

I press a finger against her panties and work her clit through the fabric. She’s so fucking wet, and I’m so damn hard.

Her hand is against my cock, but my jeans are in the way of enjoying her touch. She unzips them as more laughter ensues from the other room.

We should move. I know we should move, but I don’t want to stop because I’m afraid she’ll change her mind in the shuffle. There’s too much at risk. I need her too badly now.

She strokes my cock in her small hand, and I push her panties to the side and slide in a finger, and then two, thrusting into her with force until her heavy tits are crowded against my chest and her arm is wrapped around my shoulder. She’s close enough now that all those sweet sounds warm my ear.

Fuck!

I didn’t think it was possible to come with her hand alone, but I’m so close. I’m way too close. I can’t embarrass myself like this. I need to change things up. I need to touch her, experience her, feel all of her.

“I need to taste you,” I groan quietly.

She squeaks. “I need you now! Please! Take me upstairs and fuck me!” She grinds back and forth against the countertop as I thrust inside of her.

Moments pass as I contemplate a plan that could get us upstairs in the bedroom without anyone noticing, but we’d have to walk right past the dining room table with flushed cheeks and disheveled clothes. I’m pretty sure a bunch of adults would realize what was happening.

I kiss her neck, drag in her scent, and lean into the lobe of her ear, spreading heat as far as I can. “You’re perfect. Do you know that? And that pussy is so fucking tight.”

“Yeah. I, ugh, I’m a virgin. So…”

Holy fucking hell!

I love that she’s saved herself, but I can’t take her virginity. I want to. I want to be the one to slide into her little core and make her feel good. I want to touch her and never let any man have her ever again, but the price is so high. I worry she’d regret it. We’d never be the same again. She’d hate me. She’d look at me and know I took something that she could never get back.

“Are you weird about it?” She pants as I thrust my fingers inside of her.

“No, baby girl. I’m not weird at all. I want to be your first. I want it so bad.”

“So be my first. Fuck me! I’ve been saving myself for you.”

My heart is still and the blood that used to pulse to my brain has redirected itself to my cock and only my cock. The thought that she’s saved her sweet, little pussy for me is overwhelming. The thought that her tight little core is right there, waiting for me. The fact that she’s slick and ready… fucking hell!

I growl into her throat and bite her neck gently. “Then what? I couldn’t take you once and walk away. I’d need you always.”

“Or it could be a secret. We don’t have to tell anyone ever. We could decide right now. I’m your dirty little secret, Cooper, and you’re mine.”

“What about a family and a life? I want that with you. You couldn’t be my dirty secret. There’s not a dirty thing about you.” I kiss her lips softly and continue to thrust as she pumps my cock with her soft little hand.

“I don’t know.” She grins. “I think there might be something dirty about me.”

I kiss her lips and push into her deeper. “I couldn’t see you with another man. You’d be mine.”

“I’d always be yours, and you’d always be mine. We’d know that, but we have to figure this out… someway. I can’t just not have you.”

The logic is flawed. Something inside of me knows that, but right now, with my cock rock hard, and every bit of blood in my body being sent to encourage it, the thought of a secret relationship with my best friend’s sister sounds like the best idea ever thought.

I kiss her lips again and again, wild and untamed, like an animal who’s cut loose from his pen.

It isn’t until the door swings open and Shanna stares at us with daggers in her eyes that I realize what can happen to wild and untamed animals.

Chapter Five

Iris

Shanna is a nice person, like genuinely kind. She volunteers for everything no matter how busy she is, and she doesn’t complain about any of it. She quit her job managing the coffee shop, and she stayed home with the twins when they were born. She bakes cakes from scratch for every occasion and does it with love too.

“Okay, I don’t like Alaina.” She spins toward the kitchen sink and runs water into a glass pitcher.

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