Page 60 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

“Yeah,” she says. “I didn’t know I would.”

I pull it a little tighter, making her gasp softly. “Pain makes it feel better,” I say. “Not everyone figures that out.”

“Yeah,” she whispers. “But it’s also you. Taking me.”

I feel like that lights my whole body on fire. I push her back against the wall, watching her breasts as I start to fuck her harder. I pull her hair again and move faster, rocking into her pussy, fucking her deep and rough.

Normally I’d turn her around and taste that little ass, but for some reason, I want to look into her eyes. I want to see her come, foreheads close together. I keep grinding and fucking and I pull her close again as her moans get louder and more

“Come for me, little rose,” I whisper in her ear. She tenses and works her hips as I fuck her faster and harder. “Come on my big cock, nice and deep. Let it all go.”

It starts in her throat, a low moan. Her eyes roll back and her whole body tenses as the orgasm pushes through her like a wave. I fuck her as she comes, moving faster, grinding harder, and I don’t know how long I can take this. She’s incredible, so fucking sexy, and her pussy feels like pure heroin coursing through my veins.

She finishes a moment later and meets my gaze, her face intense, her mouth hanging open as she starts to work her hips. But it’s that look, that need and desire, that pushes me over the edge.

I come hard inside of her, thrusting up into her pussy as I grasp her ass. She groans, helping me out with those amazing hips. It’s like bliss, like heaven, as I press my forehead against hers and come inside that tight pussy.

We both laugh when we’re finished. I don’t know why. I guess it doesn’t matter, and there’s no real reason. We’re laughing with relief, with pure joy, with that incredible knowledge that there’s so much more still to come.

We get dressed, and slowly her smile fades away. I watch it happen in real time, like a robot powering down. By the time we both have our clothes on, she’s avoiding my gaze.

“Hey,” I say, stepping up to her. “What just happened?”

She tries to fake it, but I can see right through her. “Nothing. What do you mean?”

“A second ago, you’re all smiles. Now you look like someone killed your puppy.”

She sighs, glancing away. “It’s just, I was thinking.”

“Always a bad start.”

She shoots me a glare. “Don’t be a dick.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. Go ahead.”

She takes a breath and lets it out. “Look, I just want to say, you don’t owe me anything more than… this.” She gestures at the table where we just fucked. “You know what I mean?”

“No, I don’t.”

“You don’t have to like… date me. Or even like me, I guess. It’s just enough that you… help me.”

I laugh softly. “Is that what you’re calling fucking now?”

“You know what I mean,” she says, glaring again. “Look, I’m giving you an out, okay? We can keep it casual.”

“I don’t want to keep it casual.” The words tumble from my mouth like bombs, words I never thought I’d say in a situation like this, but I know they’re the truth.

She meets my gaze, surprised. “What?”

“I don’t want to keep it casual,” I say. “We don’t have to play this fucking game anymore, okay? I want you, Lizzie. Shit, as pathetic as it sounds, I think I’m falling for you.”

That smile slowly creeps back onto her face. “Really? Big, bad Jonas, falling for me?”

“Don’t piss me off.” I’m grinning, though, as she steps closer, wrapping her arms around my neck. “I think I’m falling in love with you, okay?”

“I know.” She blinks up at me innocently.

“Don’t Han Solo me, little rose.” I take a handful of her hair, pulling just enough to make her gasp and smile.

“Okay, okay. I’m falling for you too, Jonas. Despite your best efforts.”

I grin like a moron, finally letting it all go. I kiss her slow and deep and there’s nothing else, nothing outside, nothing to stop me. This is what’s been pressing at the edges of my mind ever since Lizzie walked back into my life.

And now, finally, I don’t have to be afraid anymore.

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