Page 16 of My Crush's Brother

TEN

Blake

The moment the words left my mouth at the dance, I regretted them. I knew that wasn’t the way to handle the situation or to tell her how I felt about it. I reacted in anger...anger that she wasn’t in love with me? Anger that Tracey just decided to reach out to me out of the blue and mess with my feelings again?

Whatever the reason, it didn’t make what I said right. It killed me to see the tears welling up in her eyes and the way her bottom lip trembled. She’s too beautiful and innocent for someone like me. I’m not gentle and I sure as hell don’t know how to keep a woman happy.

I place my hands against the shower wall and let the hot water cascade down my neck and back, hopeful it will relieve some of the tension. I close my eyes and try to relax into the moment when I hear what sounds like someone pounding on my front door.

“Jesus what now?” I grumble as I step out and wrap a towel around my waist. The pounding persist, louder and harder. I march towards the front door, pulling it open to see Pearl standing on my front porch.

“What the hell are you doing here?” She stares at me for a moment without speaking, her mouth hanging open before pushing her way past me with a look of determination on her face.

“I have a lot to say and you are going to shut up and let me say it this time.” She points a finger in my face, her other hand perched on her cocked hip. If she wasn’t so mad, I’d laugh at how cute she looks.

I raise my hands in surrender and walk towards the living room, “Can I get you anything?” I turn back around, watching as she folds her arms and rolls her eyes.

“Can you…” She says motioning at me up and down.

“Can I?” I say taunting her.

“Put some damn clothes on!” I smirk before reaching for the edge of my towel, her eyes bugging out as if I’m going to rip it off right in front of her.

A minute later I return from my room with a t-shirt and jeans. She’s helped herself to a glass of water and is sitting perched on the very edge of one of the chairs in the living room.

“Pearl listen, I need to apologize,” I say running my hands through my still soaking wet hair and sitting down on the couch.

“No, you need to listen. I have to get this out.” She sets the glass down on the coffee table and I sit back on the couch ready to listen.

“What I wanted to tell you earlier tonight was that I HAD, as in past tense, a plan to try and win Trevor over and try to get him to fall in love with me or whatever but that’s all changed. I know he doesn’t love me, I know he never has.”

Now she has my attention, I lean forward resting my elbows on my knees as she stands and starts to pace while she speaks.

“You were right in what you said, I mean you said it in a really dickish way but nevertheless you are right. I know it’s wrong of me to try and break up his relationship or to go after him whenhe’s in love with someone else. At the time I didn’t see it that way, I thought they were broken up and I justified it because I loved him first. It felt I deserved a chance because I had loved him since we were kids.” She lets out a long sigh and looks up toward the ceiling.

“I’m sorry, I didn’t know.” I feel like a complete ass.

“Well you didn’t even give me a chance to finish before you flew off the handle in your typical, hot headed fashion.” She points at me again.

“Hey, this isn’t an attack me session okay?” I get a little annoyed at her condescending remarks, “And let’s take it easy on the finger pointing while we’re at it.”

“Oh you don’t like that? Not used to having someone tell you when you’re wrong and telling you like it is? Funny since you just did that to me!”

She’s shouting now and has both hands on her hips. I stand up off the couch and walk toward her.

“And I apologize for it didn’t I?” I shout back pointing a finger right back at her, not proud of myself. “Now that you said your peace and you have seen the light about Trevor you can leave now.” I motion toward the door.

We’re both breathing heavy, inches from one another. Before I can register what I’m even doing I slip a hand around the back of her neck and pull her mouth to mine. It’s not hard and fast, even with our tempers flaring.

As soon as our lips touch it’s like a fire ignites inside me. I extend my other arm out and rest it against the wall as I walk us backward. She’s kissing me back, her soft lips part and allow my tongue in. I sweep it against hers and she reciprocates. A soft moan escapes her lips as I press my body against hers, pinning her to the wall as I snake both hands through her hair.

I can feel her arching her back off the well, pressing her body against mine firmly. I want to ask her what we’re doing but I’mafraid to ruin the moment. Our tongues still dance against each others as I deepen the kiss. One of her hands is pulling tightly against my neck as the other is planted on my chest but slowly starts to descend to the waist of my jeans.

She pulls at the button, popping it loose before she slides her hand inside my pants to feel my cock. It’s straining painfully against the zipper of my jeans, in my haste earlier I hadn’t put on any underwear.

I let out a low moan as her warm fingers attempt to grip me. It’s been too long since I felt the warmth of a woman’s hands on me. I stop kissing her and rest my forehead against the wall above her head, my breath coming out in small puffs into her hair. She pulls the zipper down slowly with her other hand giving herself more access to full stroke me.

I ball my hands into fists, willing myself not to explode right her and embarrass myself. I’m losing my mind over such a simple touch. I grab her hands, pulling them away from me and over her head, pinning them against the wall. I kiss her, hard and deep before dropping her hands and grabbing her ass, lifting her so her legs wrap around my waist.

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