Page 44 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

“Sure,” I say.

“I can give you a ride home if you want.”

“I have my bike.”

He nods and doesn’t argue. I think he’s noticed how much I’ve been enjoying riding lately, and I think he likes it.

We leave his office and head down the hall, walking close to each other. As we come up toward the café, I notice Lane’s apron hanging on a peg, and an idea hits me like a gunshot. I stop in my tracks and stare at it for a second as Jonas turns and looks at me quizzically.

“What’s up?” he asks.

“You mentioned a strip search,” I say softly, looking back at him and smiling a little bit.

His eyebrows raise, but I don’t say anything else. I push open the café door and step inside, grabbing the apron from the peg and letting the door close behind me. He steps up to the glass door and watches as I pull off my shirt, tossing it aside. I unhook my bra and let it fall down onto the floor next to me. I can feel his eyes on my back as I turn and look over my shoulder at him. I pause to unbutton my jeans and slowly tug down them over my hips, stepping out of them, wearing just my panties. I move over to the counter and before I disappear from his view, I pull my panties off and kick them away.

Once I’m behind the counter and he can’t see me anymore, I pull the apron on and tie it in the front. I lean up against the wall, my whole body thrumming and ringing with this stupid, impulsive move. I don’t know what I was thinking and he’s not following me like I hoped he would. I’m starting to doubt myself, starting to feel like a total moron, like I just embarrassed myself in front of him. I don’t know how I can go back to that apartment if he doesn’t follow me in here right now, because my cards are on the table, and he’s clearly not picking them up.

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It feelslike ten minutes pass when it’s maybe ten seconds. My heart’s beating so fast and I’m humiliated. I just stripped in front of him, let him see my body, put myself completely out there for him, and now he’s rejecting me. Just like the other night. Oh, he stayed there and let me get myself off, but he didn’t bend me over that couch and fuck me like I wanted him to. Now he’s doing it again. I’m so stupid, I don’t know why I thought this time would be different, but clearly I’m just a pathetic little girl.

And then I hear the door open and shut, his footsteps heavy on the floor. I stand up straighter as he comes around the counter, eyes staring at me. The apron barely covers my breasts, and I’m practically spilling out the side. I watch as he slides around behind and comes toward me, not saying a word.

He stops close and slowly puts his hands on my hips. I’m breathless, bottom lip between my teeth, as he slowly reaches up and finds the knot I tied. He pulls it, tugging it loose, letting the strings fall down and the apron billow out in front of me.

Wordlessly he turns me around. My ass is bare and exposed as he bends me over, my hands flat on the counter. I shiver with anticipation as I feel his lips on the back of my neck, one hand on my ass, the other on my lower back.

“This is what you want?” he whispers softly.

“Yes,” I say, without hesitation.

“Are you sure?” His hand grips my ass, a little rough. “I’m not a nice man, little rose. I’ve been nice so far, but don’t think I won’t hurt you. Don’t think I won’t break you.”

I turn my head, tilting my chin up to meet his eyes. “You can’t break me, Jonas. Not even if you tried.”

His smirk drives me wild, like he’s taking it as a challenge. “We’ll see, little rose.” His fingers carve a delicious trail along my lower back, down the ridge of my ass and toward my inner thigh, curving up to tease open my dripping wet pussy. A little gasp escapes my lips as a flood of pleasure rolls down along my spine, a tide of pent-up desire and anticipation finally building in my chest.

I groan as he snaps back my hair, tipping my head back and forcing my gaze forward. His fingers slide inside, pressing deep and forcing a low moan from my throat. I feel like I’m losing my mind, and part of me wonders if this is what it’s like to get really high. If so, I can understand why people do it all the time.

I feel him drop to his knees behind me as both of his hands grasp my hips. He spreads my legs wider, bringing my chest down lower against the counter as his tongue finds my ass, licking me top to bottom. I gasp half in surprise and half in pleasure as his tongue laps at me, licking and swirling around my ass, tasting every inch of me before he slowly finds my pussy again. I groan as his tongue licks me, teases my clit, glides into my cunt, his hands gripping my hips hard. I couldn’t move even if I wanted to, and I wiggle a little bit against the pure pleasure, barely able to control myself with him.

He slaps my ass hard and tongues my pussy deeper. I grunt his name as he responds by squeezing my ass, his tongue teasing my clit in long, slow laps. “You don’t seem too bad,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him again.

He picks his head up, a little smirk on his lips. “You think so?”

“You look pretty nice to me.”

His smirk turns into a malicious little grin as he sucks two of his fingers. I raise an eyebrow as he presses them against my ass, slowly fingering my tight hole.

“Shit, Jonas,” I gasp, but he holds me steady with his other hand.

“You want bad?” he asks, head cocked, grin getting bigger as his fingers start to fuck my ass. “You want mean?”

“Maybe,” I answer, starting to like the feeling of his fingers. I’ve never had a guy inside me like this before, but I’m actually enjoying it.

“You don’t know what you’re asking for, little rose.” He pulls his fingers out and licks my ass one more time before standing up. I turn around, leaning against the counter, but he takes me by the hair and slowly moves me away. He directs me down onto my knees and I groan a little bit from the pain as he positions me in front of him.

He holds my hair with one hand and unbuckles his belt with the other. I help him get it off and unbutton his fly for him before he unzips his pants. I pull them over his hips, admiring the V of his ab muscles, leaning forward to kiss them impulsively, but he stops me with a tug of my hair.

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