Page 4 of QB Keeper
“I hate you,” I mumble, melting back into the couch cushions as he chuckles. He reaches forward, grabbing the remote that controls the lighting in the house. The room darkens just as the opening credits roll across the television screen. Suddenly, I’m no longer hungry, reaching forward to set what’s left of my pizza back in the box.
The first twenty minutes of the movie is just introducing the characters to us. The guy is a rich CEO who hires the young girl to be his live-in housekeeper, not reading the fine print of the contract before she signs on the dotted line. If she had, she’d know that she’s really agreeing to be his submissive for the next three months. Imagine her surprise when she’s dusting the bookshelves and he enters the room, telling her to kneel. She resists, of course, but after considering her options, she eventually consents.
It isn’t long before the slow, sultry music starts playing asthe man undresses her completely. She stands there, trembling as he circles her like a hungry lion playing with his food before devouring it. I feel a delicious pull low in my belly when the camera zooms in to his hands as he ghosts them up her torso, stopping to pinch her hard nipples. I let out an almost inaudible gasp right along with her, and I’m thankful for the surround sound when I remember that I’m not alone.
I feel the couch cushions shift under me and look out of the corner of my eye as Tanner’s legs become restless. And when I see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he forces a swallow, my thighs press together on their own volition. I immediately notice the wet feeling in my panties that I know wouldn’t be as prevalent if I wasn’t sitting so close to this six-foot-four perfect specimen. It’s uncomfortable, but also, I can’t help but notice how good it feels when I clench my inner muscles while I sneak another peek at his profile that’s illuminated by the glowing lights of the television.
I shouldn’t be thinking of him like this, but it becomes increasingly hard not to when the man on the screen takes a handful of the woman’s hair, forcing her into submission before him. Thankfully, since it’s not actual porn, the camera fades away just as she leans in to take him into her mouth. I let out the breath I was definitely holding in as the movie returns to the everyday life of the billionaire and his new pet. I’m able to tamp down my arousal and stop thinking of my brother’s best friend as if he were a juicy piece of meat waiting to be tasted.
He’s not meaty, Grace. So stop it.
An hour andseveralkinky scenes later, the end credits roll, and the tension from enduring that movie next to a man who is arguably the hottest living being on the planet finally subsides from my muscles. I blow out a relieved breath.
He turns to me with a cocky smirk. “You good, Bunny?”
I paste a look of nonchalance across my face. “Why wouldn’t I be?” I ask.
“I don’t know,” he says. “You just look a little embarrassed.”
He’s trying to rattle me. To pick on me. But I’m an adult who can watch a sexy movie with another person and stay cool. Fuck this guy, right?
“Embarrassed,” I scoff, “I’m the furthest thing from embarrassed.” I sit back, crossing my legs and mustering up every ounce of fake confidence that I can find. “As a matter of fact, I think I’m going to do some of that stuff when I get to college.”
Oh. My. God. I did not just say that.
“Is that so?” he asks, trying to hide his smile. “You gonna go find some guy to tie you up, Gracie girl?”
I can feel the tips of my ears getting hot because I’m so flustered. I’d rather get up close and personal with a Taco Bell toilet seat on a random Tuesday than finish this conversation, but I dug myself into this hole of humiliation, so someone pass me a shovel. “Totally,” I squeak out. “I think it would be really hot.”
His brows shoot up. “Hot?”
“Mhmm,” I say. “I’ve just been waiting until I go to LA because the guys here don’t really rev my engine, you know?”
“Yeah,” he says, but his expression has changed. At first, he was playful, trying to get a rise out of me. Now, he almost looks pissed off. I guess it’s not really a surprise since Tanner has always seen me as a younger sister and probably doesn’t want to think of me getting tied up and spanked. I probably grossed him out.
He stands, wiping his hands on his sweats. “It’s uhh, late. I’d better get going,” he says, avoiding eye contact.Yep, I definitely grossed him out. “Good night, Grace.”
And then he’s gone, leaving me to wallow in my own desolation.
THREE
TANNER
I pick up my pace,feet pounding on the pavement beneath me as I open up into a full sprint. After a night of tossing and turning, I decided before the sun was even up to go for a run. My hope was that I’d get a little bit of clarity on why I’m feeling so messed up right now.
What the fuck is wrong with me? I flew out the Valentines’ front door like a bat out of hell after Grace told me her plan to find a guy and explore BDSM with him. I paced my kitchen for an hour, practically wearing a hole in the hardwood floors, ready to tear this whole town to shreds…and I don’t even understand why.
I pretended like I didn’t know what that movie was about because I thought it would be funny to watch her get all flustered. I honestly didn’t expect it to have so many graphic sex scenes, but after the initial shock, I was able to focus on Grace’s reactions. I didn’t miss a single one of her gasps and quiet moans as the man on screen dominated his girl. The way her thighs clenched together as the couple fucked roughly. I saw everything.
Is that really what she’s into? Or was she just trying tothrow me off? I’ll be completely real. I’ve never once even considered that Grace could be out there having sex. But she’s eighteen. Clearly, she wasn’t going to stay a virgin forever. I’ve been her protector for so long that I guess I just pushed those thoughts from my mind. Now that I’m being forced to really consider it all, I understand that was a pretty good defense mechanism, because the way it’s all making me feel isn’t something I expected.
I also don’t expect to end up back on her doorstep before dawn, knocking loudly when I know there’s no way she’s up. But fuck it. I won’t be able to focus on anything else until we sort all of this out.
“Grace!” I yell, pounding my fist rapidly against the hard wood. “It’s Tanner. Open up!” I change tactics, ringing the doorbell, listening between pushes of the button for any movement inside. “Grace!”
I hear footsteps followed by loud shuffling and then athudagainst the door before it swings open. Grace is standing there wearing an oversized t-shirt and nothing else. Her smooth, creamy thighs are on display, and I only tear my eyes away from them when I see that she’s cradling her forehead with her hand. “Tanner? What are you doing here? It’s nighttime,” she says groggily, wincing as she rubs her head.
I push into the house, shutting the door before placing my hands on her warm cheeks. “What happened?” I ask, concern lacing my tone as I tilt her head so I can see better.
