Page 59 of My Brother's Bad Best Friend

Jonas

I’m finishing up some paperwork when someone knocks at the door to my office. I hesitate a second, thinking about maybe pretending like I’m not here, but decide against it.

“Yeah?” I call out.

The door pushes open and Lizzie steps inside. She’s breathing deep, still a bit out of breath, skin damp with sweat and hair plastered back like she just went on a long ride. None of that really catches my eye, although she looks goddamn gorgeous, practically glowing. No, what catches my eye is the smile.

“What are you doing right now?” she asks me without any preamble.

“Nothing,” I say, trying not to return that grin. It’s damn infectious. “Got something in mind?”

“Nope.” She sits down in the chair across from my desk with a huff. “But I’m in a good mood. Just rode for like, two hours.”

I laugh a little bit. “It’s hot as hell outside.”

“I know. Kicked my ass.” Her grin just gets bigger. “So what do you think, got something fun to do?”

I purse my lips at her, smiling despite myself. I don’t know where this infectious enthusiasm is coming from, but I really like it. I think it’s a glimpse of the girl she was before her accident, before Royal punched her in the face and forced her to leave the only home she’s ever known. I know that Lizzie’s changed, probably for good, but I think she’s still in there somewhere, just locked down deep. I want to see more of her, or at least as much as Lizzie’s willing to show.

“Okay, little rose,” I say, standing up. “Let’s go have some fun.”

“That’s what I was hoping you’d say.” She grins bigger, gets up, and follows me from the office.

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I planon taking her to the skate park after some lunch, but we don’t get that far. I have good intentions, I really do, but. When she gives me this look in the hall outside my office, I know I can’t help myself.

That’s all it takes from her, one fucking look. Between that and the way her shirt’s clinging to her gorgeous breasts and her shorts are just short enough to cover that thick ass, I can’t help myself. She bites her lower lip, eyebrows raised, and I grab her hand to pull her back into the grow room.

Fortunately, nobody’s there. I shut the door, lock it from the inside, and shove a bunch of crap off a nearby table before hoisting her up. She wraps her legs around my hips, smiling as she kisses me, and this feels different. It’s the way she seems to be laughing more, smiling more, like she’s not afraid of whatever we have and she’s not going to pretend like she doesn’t want it. I feel the same way too, smiling along with her as I pull her shirt off and kiss her neck, hands pulling off her bra and teasing her breasts. I laugh along too as I bite her shoulder and she unbuckles my belt and undoes my fly.

It’s like we’re finally accessing that thing that’s been building up between us, or maybe we’re giving in to it. I can’t really tell. All I know is, we’re racing to get undressed first, and I don’t care who wins as she hops down off the table, wiggling her ass to pull her shorts over her hips, grinning the whole time.

I pull her naked skin against mine and kiss her deep. I love the tinge of salty sweat on her lips, and I know I want to taste it all, every inch of her. I get her back up on the table and push her back, kissing down her chest and stomach, lingering for a moment on her belly button before plunging down between her legs. She’s wet already, like I knew she would be. I lick her top to bottom, getting her taste in my mouth as she wraps her fingers in my hair. Her tight little body tenses as I press two fingers inside of her and lick her clit in little circles.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps. “Wait, wait. Can someone come in here?”

I smirk at her and fuck her slowly with my fingers. I love the way she looks at me, mouth open in pleasure, eyes half-glazed and half-intense.

“Maybe,” I say, shrugging.

“Jonas. We can’t do this. If someone walks in…”

“So what?” I smirk and kiss her softly. “But don’t worry. I locked it from the inside. Even if someone tries to come in, they can’t, not until I undo the bolt.”

She sighs, grinning again. “You asshole.” She pulls me against her, sliding my fingers inside her pussy. I kiss her slow and deep, tongue exploring her mouth as I move my fingers in and out, letting her rock her hips along with me.

I pull back and drop down between her legs again, sucking and licking her clit. I’m not done with her, not by a long shot. Her breath’s coming faster as I do my work, sucking and licking, fingers buried inside of her. The little breathy gasps make my cock even harder than it already is, and her fingers in my hair tighten to pull just enough to make me grunt in response.

I kiss her inner thigh and stand, pulling my fingers from her pussy. She goes to slide off the table but I push her back, pinning her there. My cock’s at the perfect height as I slowly ease myself against her. She leans back against the wall, hands up above her head, pinned there by the wrists. I use my free hand to slowly guide my cock inside of her, and one easy thrust fills her to the brim.

“Oh, shit,” she gasps softly, head tipped back. I pin her tighter as I slowly start to fuck her. She looks back at me and I kiss her, hungry for her lips, starving for her moans. As I work her pussy, thrusting deep and moving my hips, I can feel sweat beading on my skin.

I release her wrists and she wraps them around me, digging her nails into my back as I start to fuck her faster. I hold onto her hips, keeping her pressed against me tight, working my hips back and forth to slide against her clit. She groans as I fuck and grind into her, taking her deeper into bliss.

She bites my shoulder and I grunt in response, my own cock ringing with pleasure. I fuck her faster and her nails dig harder. I grab her hair, pulling it back in response, and she gasps, laughing a little bit. I grin and kiss her exposed throat.

“You like that?” I ask.

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