Page 54 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

Jonas

Ican’t remember the last time I woke up with another body in my bed. The sun streams through the curtains and I run my fingers through her hair, making her stir. I don’t want to wake her up, but her ass is looking pretty fucking sexy and my cock’s already getting stiff as I put one arm over her body.

Her eyes blink open and her mouth curls into a smile. “Hi there,” she says, a little groggy.

“Hey.” I press some hair from her eyes, brushing it off her forehead. I kiss her softly and she smiles, mumbling into my kiss.

“Let me brush my teeth,” she says when I pull back.

“Not a fucking chance. Let you leave this bed? You’re crazy if you think you can get away from me right now.”

She laughs as I grab her and roll her over on top of me. I pin her hips down against my hard cock and she groans a little bit, wiggling her ass and rolling her pussy against me.

“Are you always like this first thing in the morning?” she asks.

“Only when there’s a nice ass waiting for me.” I grab and slap her cheeks and she laughs. I pull her down toward me and she arches her back as I slap her ass again, sliding my hands down between her legs.

“Not like you’re complaining,” I note as I feel her wet pussy through her thin shorts.

“Didn’t say it was a bad thing.” She kisses me slow and deep and I feel something blooming inside of me, something I didn’t expect to feel.

I like this. It’s simple but it’s strange. I like waking up with her, kissing her first thing in the morning, feeling her body close against mine. I always felt smothered when some one-night stand stayed past her welcome, and I never let them sleep over. I like my morning routine, and I especially like it when I can do it alone.

This is different though. It’s like all my old ways are slowly fading, and there’s something new in front of me, a new possibility. I never considered that I’d want to let someone in my bed and never let her go, but here I am, Lizzie’s wet cunt grinding against my cock, and there’s nothing else in the whole fucking world I want more than this.

She leans forward, kisses me, bites my lower lip. I feel like I’m going to fucking come in my goddamn briefs. She sits up straight and smiles, pulling her shirt up over her head, revealing those perky, full fucking breasts. I don’t know if it’s possible but my cock gets even harder as she puts her hands on my shins, leaning back to roll her hips down my cock’s length, biting her lip.

I swear I’m about to fucking bust when a phone starts ringing. We stop and she turns her head, frowning slightly.

“Ignore it,” I say, grabbing her and pulling her toward me.

She smiles and kisses me once before pressing harder. But as soon as the phone stops ringing, it starts up again.

“Fuck,” she whispers. “What if it’s Ezra?”

“Fuck him,” I say. “I need that pussy right now.”

She smiles and pushes me away. “Down boy. Give me a second.”

I groan as she rolls out of bed. I think my cock is bright blue and throbbing. I’m like a horny fucking teenager and I’ve never felt this way before and I’ve never felt this good.

“Hello?” she answers the phone. Her face immediately drops, her whole posture tightening up. I’ve never seen her like this before as she turns away from me. “When? Is he okay? Okay, yeah. Yeah, I’ll come. Fine, okay. I’ll see you soon.” She hangs up, shaking her head.

My cock’s slowly going soft. “What’s wrong?” I ask her. I know that tone she had. That was a bad call, something official. The sort of tone you use when a cop says your brother’s been shot by a bunch of fucking drug runners.

“It’s Royal,” she says. “He had a heart attack.”

I stare at her for a second. “I don’t know how to feel about that,” I say finally.

“Me neither.” She sighs. “But come on, we have to go to the hospital.”

“We do?” I arch an eyebrow at her.

“You’re not going to let me go see my abusive stepfather alone, are you?”

“Fuck no,” I say, climbing out of bed. “Let’s get moving, little rose.”

She smiles as I take her hand and squeeze it.

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