Page 15 of Protected By my Brothers Best Friend

“Upstairs? We’ll wake Bryan and Shanna. We should stay down here.”

“Where?”

“It’s a warm night. We could start a fire and lay out on the beach. It’s private so we shouldn’t be bothered. It’s only ten feet from the house so we can still hear the baby monitor and get back inside if the girls need us.”

I drag in a deep breath and smile, my clit aching for whatever comes next.

Chapter Eight

Cooper

Iris leaves the house in a thin white robe. The wind blows it back and I’m left with the shadowed view of her thick curves. This is the girl I’ve dreamt about for years. The girl that moves me in ways I can’t describe. She’s crazy, dramatic and wild, but she’s also thoughtful, kind, and sweet. Iris is a combination that can’t be replicated. It’s the best possible blend, and she’s a flavor I have to devour.

I’ve set a spot for us on the beach with a blanket and a fire. It’s still spring in the mountains and the weather this time of night isn’t the warmest. Luckily for us, the fire at least cuts the chill to a bearable level.

The closer Iris gets, the clearer her frame becomes, and soon, the light from the fire shadows her curves until her heavy breasts come into view and that soft pink pussy I was touching earlier is within my sights.

My cock thumps against my zipper as I try to wrap my head around what she’s doing. I figured we’d take our time and go slow. I’d undress her, and then we’d say sweet things until we were both so torn apart with desperation that we had to fuck. But like everything Iris does, I don’t see what comes next.

She strips off the robe and tosses it onto the blanket with the baby monitor and smiles. “I’m nervous.”

“I wouldn’t know it.”

“Yeah, this is to break the ice. I didn’t want that whole dramatic undressing thing. So… here I am.” Both hands land on her hips and then wrap around her waist. “Is this how we start?”

I pull her toward me. God, I want this girl. She’s fucking crazy and I want every ounce of it. “You are stunning, baby girl.” My hand smooths over her hips and onto her breast as my cock presses harder against my jeans.

She stands back in the light of the fire and puts some low music on her cell phone. It’s a mix of some light rock from a playlist she’s rattled off. “So do we like… just go at it, or…”

“You sure you want to do this? A lot changes after this moment.” I sit on the blanket, and she settles next to me. Fuck, I love seeing her naked. I don’t deserve it. She’s so full, thick, and tight. “We can’t go back to where we were. I… after this… I need to know you’re mine.”

She leans in and kisses my chest gently. “I’ve always been yours, and you’ll always be mine, Cooper. Just promise me you won’t disappear again.”

“Baby, I’m not going anywhere. Had I known you felt this way, I’d have inhaled you a long time ago. The trouble’s gonna be, letting life go on after this.”

“Well, like Collette said, maybe this washes everything from our system. It’s a cleansing.”

“It won’t be a cleansing for me, baby. I’ll only want you more.”

She nods and leans into my lips, unzipping my jeans.

My eyes should shut, but they’re on her hard nipples and the soft glint of her wet pussy in the moonlight.

She’s excited. My beautiful, baby girl is excited. She wants me inside of her. She wants me to devour her.

I scrape off my jeans and sit next her, naked as she studies my frame. Her small hand wanders down my chest, through my hair, and onto my cock.

“This is the only part I’m worried about. You’re so big. Will it like… tear me?”

I bundle her close and kiss the top of her head. “We’ll go slow.”

I don’t deserve this. I don’t deserve this sweet, little girl and her tight, little pussy.

“Lay back, baby. Let me get you ready.”

She lays back on the blanket and the wind blows, changing direction of the heat toward us. It’s almost as though the universe is agreeing that we belong together. We’re supposed to be here, her legs spread wide and her thick thighs glistening.

Guilt rattles through me. Not ten feet from us is the house where my best friend is asleep. He trusts me, yet here I am, doing dirty, terrible things to his little sister. His much younger, little sister.

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