Page 10 of Her Brother's Best Friend

Sliding my girth free, I watch her reaction. I’m big. Not the sorta big that you brag about, but the big that makes girl’s eyes go wide in fear I won’t fit. I’d be lying if I didn’t confess to being worried I’ll hurt Cass’s virgin pussy.

As soon as I pull myself free and she gets a good look, her hips rock into my thigh, giving me the signal she’s at least ready to try.

“It’s going to be tight,” I tell her, dipping my head into her recent release. “I’ll go slow.”

She bites her lower lip in anticipation, and once I’ve opened her lips and my tip is pressed inside, her eyes close and her head falls back.

It’s hard to hold back. Every instinct is screaming for me to pound into this body I’ve fantasized about for years. I want to drive in until I’m balls deep, but I hold back and move in inch by inch until I’m seated inside Cass. For several seconds I wait, filling her, letting her body stretch around me.

When her head comes back up, and she opens her eyes with a silent plea for more, I know she’s ready to take me. Positioning my hips between her legs I began the thrusts I know will send her over the edge. As she grows, I penetrate deeper and faster until I’m so hard I think I’ll break her. Her head tilts back, and her butt lifts off the bed to take all of me in, and my final attempts to hold back break. I’m tearing into her like a savage animal.

She’s so hot and slick, and when I try to ease up, she’s pressing me in deeper. Fuck. She’s riding me. Her maiden voyage out, and she’s gripping me like a vice and milking me as she comes around my length.

It’s magic. I’ve never had that thought when I’ve been buried deep in a woman. Maybe because this was so much more about Cass than just getting off.

Cass is lying beneath me, bathed in a sheen of sex, her eyes closed, her body boneless. I take her all in before pushing home a few more times, letting her ride out her orgasm wrapped around me. Then I crash down beside her and pull her limp body into my chest. I drape one arm around her and tuck the other under her head and stroke her hair.

“To think. We could have had this years ago,” Cass says and snuggles her ass up against my still throbbing erection.

“We have it now,” I speak into her hair and kiss the back of her head. I squeeze her tighter, in case she gets the idea she’s going to leave my bed tonight. She’s not going anywhere. I’ll let her rest and regain her strength, then I’m taking her again. We’ve got lost time to make up.

Before long, Cass’s breathing eases, and her body is still, and I know she’s sleeping. I should be too. Tomorrow’s a long day at the shop, and at some point, I’m going to have to confess my sins to Kyle. Now that I have Cass, I’m not letting her go.

With or without his consent, she’s mine forever.

5

Cass

Idon’t open my eyes when I wake the next morning. My body is still heavy, and I snuggle into the comfort of the blankets and the coolness of the bottom sheet.

I ache. Oh, how I ache. My legs are sore and my middle tender, as it should be after what Luke did to me last night. Round one was a warm-up with round two coming in after we’d both napped and I’d awakened to Luke’s mouth on my nipples. He took me again, then offered a shower, which was a thinly disguised plan to bend my body against the wall and have me from the back under a cascade of warm water.

Not that I complained once. Each time, my body fell into rhythm quicker, and I lasted longer than before until we both collapsed on the bed too tired to move.

“We have years to make up for,” Luke whispered in my ear just before I fell asleep for the last time.

I reach a hand behind me in the bed and find his side cold. My eyes snap open, and I’m searching the bedroom before I hear a clunk from the kitchen, and...is that...whistling?

Luke, the man known for his scowl, is whistling in the kitchen, and I can’t wait to make fun of him for it. I’m up, find his shirt on the floor from last night and throw it over my head. Is smells like him. I’m never sleeping in anything other than Luke’s freshly worn shirts again.

I crack the door open and test the waters, sticking my foot outside the room. The thrill of finding Luke in the kitchen, making me coffee or even breakfast is too much, and I shiver from the anticipation. Wearing his shirt and nothing else, I step out into the hall and pad along the floor to the kitchen.

“Someone’s happy,” I call before stepping into the small room. Luke is sitting at the table, and he’s not whistling. His eyes shoot to me, then to the opposite side of the room. Standing at the counter, pouring a mug of coffee, I’m too slow to recognize the tapered back of a guy I’ve known my whole life.

Before I can duck back into the hall, Kyle turns around with a smile and his mug halfway to his mouth. “I told you I thought you had company, bro. Why didn’t you just tell me to get lost.”

It takes a second for Kyle’s gaze to find me. Then another before he registers who he’s looking at. I see it in the way his eyes widen before he forces them to narrow, and he takes a sip out of pure spite. He wants me to wait. To panic for as long as possible before he says a word to either of us.

My heart is on the floor. I want to look away, but facing the pain in Kyle’s expression is the beginning of my punishment. I owe him that much.

“She isn’t responsible for this, Kyle.”

Luke is up on his feet and heading in my direction. He comes to a stop between Kyle and me, covering the fact I’m naked except for the shirt that barely reaches my thighs. He turns over his shoulder and cuts a look at me. “Go change. I’ll take care of this.”

I want to stand my ground. To grab ahold of Luke’s upper arm and show Kyle we’re a united front. To take ownership for my part in this deception. But as soon as I move my thighs rub together and I’m painfully aware Kyle is looking at me. All of me. In nothing but Luke’s shirt. If I want to make this easier on Kyle, I’ll leave.

I don’t shut the bedroom door. I want to hear every word, but after hearing Luke tell Kyle to sit, there’s silence. In the bathroom, I make quick work of dressing and throwing my hair in a high ponytail before I step back in the hall, ready to accept my fate.

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