Protect

by Bailey, Sarah

  That thought made me pull away, panting as I placed both hands on his chest to hold him back. His hazel eyes were dark with lust. I’d never seen him look at me like that. As if the only thing he wanted was to pin me down and ravage me. And boy did it make me want to let him.

  This is Brent! Brent for crying out loud! What the hell are you doing?

  I hated him. I hated this man. And yet I wanted him to tear my clothes off and fuck me without a care in the world for how wrong it was. I could feel how hard he was through our clothing where my crotch happened to be pressed right up against his. I fought against the urge to grind on him, the tension inside me threatening to overflow.

  “I’m only going to ask you this once,” he said, his voice low and gravelly. “Do you want to stop?”

  No. No. No.

  I opened my mouth and closed it again. I settled for shaking my head instead because telling him no, I didn’t want him to stop made it feel too real. That we were actually going to do this. We could stop now and neither of us would mention it again. I could write it off as a stupid mistake whilst I was feeling vulnerable and upset.

  “Say it, Jen. Tell me you don’t want to stop.”

  My hands fell from his chest in supplication. I didn’t want to say it out loud but I needed him to continue. My body felt taut, my insides a mess of tension and desire burnt through my veins. He didn’t move, just stared up at me with an intensity which threatened to consume me from the inside out.

  Was this a battle between us on who had the upper hand?

  Why the hell was I thinking about that?

  Did it even matter who had the upper hand? This wasn’t some kind of war between Brent and me. It never had been. That shit was all in my head. He’d told me he didn’t hate me. And I’d already admitted to myself I didn’t hate him.

  Just stop thinking and do.

  “Don’t stop.”

  Chapter Two

  Brent

  Past

  I tried to think of all the reasons why this was a bad idea. Why I shouldn’t have my best friend’s little sister in my lap right now. Why I shouldn’t want to lay her down on my bed, strip her bare and sink into her tight, wet heat. To say I hadn’t fantasised about how much of a firecracker Jen might be in bed would be a lie. Her sassy no-nonsense attitude and sharp tongue had me in knots. From the day I’d met the twins, I’d known I was royally screwed. There was no denying Jen and Fi were beautiful, but they’d been fifteen and me, twenty one. I’d known they’d been through a shit time of it and it made me want to make it better for them. Except Jen’s first words to me were ‘fuck off’, making it clear she wouldn’t tolerate anything from me.

  No matter how many times I told myself I didn’t have a thing for Dante’s sister, there was always a part of me pining after Jen like some lovesick puppy. I mean it was ridiculous. She couldn’t stand to be in the same room let alone be close to me. Her claws came out the second I tried to make nice with her. It only served to make me want to throttle and kiss her senseless at the same time.

  And now I had kissed her. Tasted that smart mouth I’d been dreaming about for longer than I cared to admit. I wanted more. To feel every part of her pressed against every part of me. Run my tongue over every single inch of her skin.

  Jen is D’s sister. I can’t do that to him. He will actually straight up kill me.

  Even the warning bells going off in my head weren’t enough to stop me picking her up and carrying her out of the room. Jen wrapped her legs around me, her arms looping around my shoulders to keep steady. I could feel the heat of her brushing against my cock. What would she feel like under her clothes? Would her skin be as soft as I’d imagined it? How responsive to my touch would she be? Would she cry out my name when I made her come on my tongue?

  Too many questions. Too much time spent fantasising and longing for a moment like this. Just one chance to know exactly what it felt like to be inside this maddening woman. The girl who’d stolen my fucking heart from the moment I laid eyes on her twelve years ago.

  Yes, she’d been fifteen and it was fucked up and wrong. I’d cared about her and her sister back then. Cared about their wellbeing. Wanted to help bring them back after their traumatic experience with Zach. I loved the twins, but my feelings for Jen weren’t brotherly or innocent in the way they were for her sister. They never had been.

  Every step I took towards my bedroom had me trying to shove aside thoughts of why the two of us shouldn’t sleep together. Particularly the part about Jen being emotional and vulnerable. She’d come to me, of all people, to help her and here I was planning on helping myself to her.

  She told you not to stop. She wants this.

  Jen’s blue eyes burnt with heat and longing leaving me conflicted. I wanted her for entirely selfish reasons. Shoving open my bedroom door, I placed her down on my bed before crawling over her. My mouth found hers again, tasting and nipping at her lips whilst my fingers were unbuttoning her blouse. Her fingers threaded in my hair, nails scraping across my scalp. Christ her touch intoxicated me. My self-control just got shot to pieces.

  Just once. I need to have her just once and it’ll be okay. I’ll survive this.

  I kissed down her jaw and neck, tugging open her blouse. My eyes roamed down her chest, my breath catching in my throat. The swell of her breasts pushed up by her dark red lacy bra and her milky white skin called to me. My fingers traced a path down her sides whilst my mouth trailed along her collarbone and lower, kissing the tops of her breasts.

  “Oh god,” she whimpered, the urgency in her voice spurring me on.

  I peeled down the cup of her bra, exposing her dusky pink nipple which I immediately lavished with my tongue. She moaned and bucked, her hands grasping my shoulders. I ached with the need to have her naked so I could sink my throbbing cock inside her.

  Jen really had no idea how long I’d wanted this. How much I craved her. How I’d tried to keep my feelings hidden from everyone, especially her. It was easy not to act on them when she hated me. She never failed to make me aware I was her least favourite person to be around. That part was torture. Knowing the woman I’d fallen in love with couldn’t stand the sight of me.

  I unbuttoned her figure-hugging trousers, tugging them down after she kicked off her heels. Honestly, seeing her in those did things to me. They elongated her legs, making her so fucking sexy it hurt. Jen didn’t wear skirts and dresses as much as Fi did, but she knew how to show off her subtle curves.

  Staring down at her in just her dark red lingerie, I couldn’t believe my eyes. Jen’s body was perfect. Too perfect. Her blue eyes were dark with desire. Her gaze penetrating.

  “Are you just going to stare at me or are you going to finish what you started?”

  Her voice startled me. The hint of challenge in it had my pulse spiking. Jen’s smart mouth would always be the death of me. The need to match her taunts burnt within me.

  “Take the rest of your clothes off and I might consider it.”

  Her brow furrowed a little and she waved a hand at me.

  “I think that’s a little unfair considering you’re still dressed.”

  I leant towards her until my mouth brushed against the curve of her ear. She shuddered when I ran my tongue along it. Her hands went to the bottom of my t-shirt, curling around the hem.

  “You want to see me undressed. Why, Jen, I thought you hated me,” I murmured, knowing it would rile her up.

  “Shut up,” she ground out.

  She had my t-shirt torn off me the next moment and her hands were running down my chest and abs. Her fingers curled into the waistband of my shorts and she gave them a sharp tug.

  “Someone’s impatient.”

  The look in her eyes made it clear she wasn’t impressed. She tugged me back down and kissed me violently. Her tongue clashed with mine, battling me for dominance. I took both her hands and pinned them above her head, preventing her from sharpening her claws on me. I pulled back an
d stared down at her. Her chest heaved and her lips were glistening.

  “This is only going to go one way. You’re going to stop fighting me if you want me to give you what you want.”

  “Oh, and what is it that you think I want?” she almost spat back.

  I kept one hand laced over her wrists as I circled her exposed nipple with my thumb. She whimpered in response.

  “You want me to fuck you and if you try to deny it, then I’ll quite happily dress you and send you on your way.”

  I was bluffing. No way I’d be stopping this madness. I would have Jen tonight. I’d have her pussy clenching around my cock because I couldn’t go another moment without knowing what she felt like.

  Her expression faltered, her eyes losing some of the fire burning within them. Vulnerability shone through instead. The sight of it made my heart ache.

  “I don’t want to be alone tonight,” she whispered.

  I leant closer until our noses brushed, my thumb continuing its exploration of her nipple.

  “Then tell me the truth.”

  “This is the only time you’re ever going to hear me say this.”

  I cocked an eyebrow, waiting patiently for her to continue. Her nose ran along mine. I inhaled, breathing in the Dior perfume she always wore. The scent making me ache with longing.

  “I want you.”

  I claimed her mouth. Hearing her say that had me letting go of her hands so I could cup her face. She clung to me the next moment, arching up and proving her words. Jen wanted me. And she’d have me. She’d had me all this time, she just didn’t know it and she wouldn’t. It was something I could never reveal to her considering I knew very well tonight was a onetime deal. It couldn’t be anything else. Not when she was Dante’s little sister.

  “Please,” she whimpered as I kissed down her neck, my fingers working to get rid of the rest of her clothes. “God, please, I can’t take it any longer.”

  I trailed my tongue down her stomach after I’d dropped her bra off the side of the bed. Hooking my fingers into her underwear, I tugged those down and settled between her legs. I kissed her inner thigh, staring up at her as I got closer to my prey. Her sweet, tight heat called to me, taunting me. I gave in, parting her with my fingers as my tongue delved into her pussy. Well shit, she tasted like nothing else. More than I ever imagined. I groaned, sinking my tongue into her. Her hips bucked, her body tensing and releasing around me.

  “Oh fuck,” she cried out, her hands curling into my hair.

  I shifted higher, tongue circling her clit and my hand keeping her pressed to the bed as she moved against me. Her panting and moaning got louder as I pleasured her in the way I’d imagined myself doing more times than I could count. Fantasy couldn’t match up to reality. The way my heart swelled and pounded in my chest. How she tasted like heaven and hell at the same time. Because really, let’s face it, I was going to hell for doing this. For having my tongue in my best friend’s sister’s pussy. The place I was soon going to have my cock.

  “Brent, please.”

  I didn’t think I’d hear her beg. Never thought I’d hear my fiery Jen ask for this. Ask for me.

  “You want me inside you?”

  “Yes, fuck yes.”

  I placed a kiss on her clit before shifting higher and tugging my boxers off. Her eyes immediately went to my cock. They darkened and there was no mistaking the need in them. As much as I’d love to feel her bare, I wasn’t taking any chances when it came to Jen. I sat up and reached out, tugging open the drawer of my bedside table.

  A low grunt of surprise fell from my mouth the moment her hand gripped me. Her thumb caught the bead of precum leaking out and circled the crown of my cock with it.

  “Jen,” I hissed.

  She didn’t stop her exploration of my cock. I tried to keep from ripping her hand away and slamming into her because I couldn’t take it. She circled my wrist with her other hand which was still on the drawer and pulled it back to her.

  “No,” she whispered. “I don’t want anything between us. I want to feel everything.”

  I couldn’t believe my ears. Was this the same Jen who called me a dickhead on a regular basis and told me I was the last man on earth she’d ever want to be near?

  “I can’t, you’re… Jen… No.”

  She blinked, staring at me with confusion.

  “Why not? I’m on the pill.”

  She let go of my cock and reached up, pulling me down towards her as if sensing my hesitation. It forced me to settle between her legs. My cock ached as it brushed against her.

  “I’m going to tell you something I’ve never told anyone.” Her blue eyes were intent on mine. “There’s only been one person who’s had me without protection and you know who that is. I’ve not been with anyone like this since I started therapy and dealing with it has been rough, but I’m getting there. There are still things I need to do to help put the past behind me.”

  My heart broke. Jen had never talked to me about what Zach did to her and Fi. Never. Now she was telling me something secret and I found my resolve weakening.

  “I trust you,” she whispered. “You know the truth. Please let me give you this willingly.”

  That was it. Her words broke me. How on earth could I say no to that? To her. When she was asking me to help her in a way I’d never expected. To let her do this with me because she felt safe. Jen trusted me. Me. The person she’d claimed to hate for years.

  Not many people knew the truth of what Zach had done to the twins. It wasn’t something anyone liked to discuss. Dante hadn’t immediately revealed who’d done it when I’d come to work for him, just that the twins had been through a traumatic experience. When he began to trust me, he opened up about the horrific nature of their upbringing. I suppose in many ways it cemented our friendship and my loyalty to the Bensons.

  I didn’t answer her, merely pressed her legs open further and ran my cock along her wet pussy, making her whimper. I could see the anticipation thrumming through her. Not wanting to delay the inevitable any longer. Not wanting to deny either of us this sweet, delicious ecstasy, I kissed her, allowing her to intoxicate me as I lined myself up against her entrance and pressed forward. Her hand dug into my shoulder as the other one tangled in my hair. Fuck me, she felt amazing. Nothing could prepare me for how tight and wet she was. And how her hips angled up as if asking me for more.

  Her moan vibrated across my lips followed by her whispered, “Fuck.”

  That made me smile. There was no doubt Jen loved swearing more than anyone else I knew. You could tell when she was in a room by the string of curses erupting from these pretty lips I was currently sampling. I released them and kissed down her jaw across to her ear. I set a slow and steady rhythm, pressing deeper inside her with each stroke.

  “Do you still hate me, Jen?” I whispered in her ear. “Do you hate that I made you wet for me? Made you desperate for my cock?”

  “Fuck you,” she moaned, her leg curling around mine, pinning me to her.

  “Answer me.”

  Her nails dug into my shoulder and scraped down my back.

  “Yes, I fucking hate you for all of those things, but if you dare stop, I will hurt you.”

  I chuckled. I knew I shouldn’t taunt her like this, but it was deeply ingrained. The need to rile her up and watch her explode. If that made me the dickhead she constantly called me then so be it. My firestorm was hot when she was all worked up.

  “So violent.”

  “You’re so fucking annoying.”

  There was the Jen I knew and loved.

  “And yet you still begged for my cock.”

  Her nails dug into me harder. Shit did that feel good.

  “If you don’t shut up, I’m going to find my knickers and gag you with them.”

  “Kinky.”

  In response, she bit down on my shoulder and I groaned.

  “Just shut up and fuck me harder.”

  H
er wish was most definitely my command. I gripped one of her legs and shoved it up against her chest so I could fuck her deeper. She moaned when my pace increased, “Oh god, please.”

  I felt her coming undone as I pounded into her delicious heat. I’d been dreaming about this pussy for longer than I can remember. Needing to know if she would fit perfectly around me like this. Wondering how she would feel under my palms.

  Christ, Jen, I love you.

  The words were on the tip of my tongue. Words which would ruin this shaky truce between us. Words which would destroy any chance of her speaking to me again when this insanity ended. She couldn’t know. She could never discover the truth. My truth. My feelings for her. Ones which banded around my heart like a vice, stealing my breath and consigning me to an eternity of self-hatred for ever wanting my best friend’s sister. For needing her to see me. To want me back… to love me.

  Why was I so fucked up about her? Why couldn’t I get over Jen? Why had I suffered this shit for twelve long years?

  This right here. Having her perfect body against mine. Slamming into her tight, wet pussy over and over as she mewled, begged and pleaded with me not to stop. Knowing she needed this to happen so she could be free of her burdens.

  “Oh fuck, Brent, I’m going to come.”

  This moment would be branded into my retinas for the rest of my life. Watching her face scrunch up in ecstasy whilst her body trembled and clenched around me and she panted out my name.

  Jen permanently etched herself on my soul in those seconds we were locked together. The seconds she came apart all over my cock. The seconds where I could no longer hold back. The seconds which ticked by as the world faded to just me and her. The seconds my cock spurted inside her tight heat, sending me spiralling as technicolour spots flooded my vision and hot flames of bliss licked up my spine.