by Kylie Kent
“Because, If I didn’t have to get up at the arse crack of dawn to bail your ass out of jail, I would have been in bed still with my girlfriend. I would have been able to get up to drive her home and to work and she wouldn’t have had to get into an Uber with some fucker named John driving like he’s in Grand Theft Auto.”
My hands are gripping the steering wheel tight, as I drive towards Alyssa’s townhouse. “There is just way too much wrong with that statement. I’m not gonna touch it with a ten-foot pole. You know you’re going the wrong way, right? The penthouse is back that way.” Bray smirks as he points his thumb over his shoulder.
Shaking my head, I tell him, “we’re going to Alyssa’s.”
I see him scrunching his eyebrows together. “Why are we going to Alyssa’s? You heard that she’s going to work, right?”
“We’re going there because I plan on driving her to work so she doesn’t have to catch a fucking train or take an Uber.” Taking a deep breath in attempt to clear away thoughts of just what could go wrong if she caught a train.
Bray is quiet, looking over at him I see him staring back at me. “You’re really hung up on this girl aren’t you?” he asks earnestly.
Thinking on his question a moment, I answer honestly, “I know it’s fast, but I’ve never felt like this. Like I don’t breathe properly unless she’s in the same room, like every time I have to leave her part of me stays with her. I can’t shake these feelings, but honestly I don’t want to shake them either.”
I’m expecting some smart arse response about being pussy whipped but instead I get the very rare, serious Bray. “Good, you deserve some good in your life, but you might have to actually tell her why you don’t like her getting public transport. Otherwise you’re going to come across like even more of a controlling bastard than you already are.” I know he’s right, but how do I bring up a conversation I’ve refused to have for the last five years?
“I’ll try,” is all I commit to.
“You do that, I think she will be more agreeable to not using public transport if you tell her. Also, if you’re in love with this girl, you should probably lock her down before she comes to her senses and realises she’s with the wrong brother,” he smirks.
I reach out and punch his arm, not that it affects him any. “Brother or not, I will kill you if you lay a hand on her.”
“Oh, I know you would,” he laughs.
I knock on Alyssa’s front door with Bray standing right behind me. Turning my head back towards him, I say, “you know, you can wait in the car?”
He laughs at me. “And miss this shit show you’re about to get in? Never.”
Just as I’m about to tell him to get the fuck back in the car the door swings open to a dripping wet Alyssa standing there in a fucking towel. I’m instantly hard at the sight, that is until Bray opens his fucking mouth.
“Damn, I can see why my brother has given up his balls to you, Lyssa.”
Stepping into the open doorway, I grab Alyssa’s waist and walk her backwards a few steps before slamming the door in Bray’s face. Alyssa stands there staring at me like I’ve lost my head. I probably have, I can’t believe she’d answer the door in a fucking towel.
“I’ll just wait in the car, kids,” Bray yells through the door.
“Umm, hi?” Alyssa questions, holding the towel tighter around her body.
“Hi? Hi?” I question back. “Why the fuck are you answering the door with no clothes on?”
Walking her backwards, I’ve got her backed against the wall before she answers, “because I just got out of the shower and then some ass was trying to bang my bloody door down. So I thought, huh, maybe if I open it to see what the ass wanted the door would stay intact.” She’s smiling up at me like butter wouldn’t melt in her mouth.
“Some ass huh? What if it wasn’t me at the door? Do you let any random ass see you in a state of undress?” Trailing my fingertips down her arm, I watch as her skin pebbles under my touch.
“I, ah …” Shaking her head, she pushes me back. “I don’t have time for this Zac, I need to get dressed and need to get to work.” She marches back up the stairs, I follow her like the lost fucking puppy I am whenever I’m around her.
Standing in her doorway, I take in her room. It suits her, matches her. She has a queen-size bed with a large cream fabric bedhead, with white covers and pink pillows in varying shades and sizes. Hearing the slamming of a drawer pulls my attention back to her, she’s standing at a white dresser holding her scrubs
She glares at me. “Are you planning on watching me get dressed for work? Why are you here, Zac?”
“I’d much rather watch you undress.”
Smirking, I roam my eyes up and down her body. Then she does the unthinkable, she drops her fucking towel and stands there, just feet away from me, naked. She smiles like she’s just won an argument.
“If you want to actually make it to work in time, sunshine, I suggest you cover that delectable body of yours up, now,” I grunt out.
Alyssa tilts her head, her eyes roaming up and down my body. I can’t help the erection that is painfully trying to escape the confines of my jeans. It seems I just have to be in the same room as her and I’m instantly fucking hard; but being in a room with her naked takes it to next level fucking hard. As her eyes linger on my straining erection, I groan and readjust myself. I remind her of what she should be doing.
“Sunshine, if you want him to come out and play, he’s more than willing. But if I get my hands on you, we won’t be leaving this bedroom for the rest of the day. Your choice.”
She dresses quickly. I watch every move, every curve of her body being covered up by those damn scrubs. When she turns her back to me, I adjust my cock again. He’s not getting the message that it’s not play time. Alyssa turns back around and I’m stunned, she looks like a fucking wet dream. I never got the whole nurse role play thing before, but fuck me she can give me a sponge bath any fucking day.
My eyes roam over her, it’s like they can’t decide which part of her body they want to take in, it’s all just that damn good. She stands there in blue scrubs. Her hair is piled up on top of her head and a stethoscope hangs around her neck. Rubbing a hand over my jaw, I try not to let out the moan that wants to escape.
“Dammit, I thought covering your body would give my cock the message it’s not playtime. But damn, sunshine, you look like a fucking wet dream in those scrubs.” Shaking my head, my eyes continue to roam up and down her body.
She saunters up to me laying a hand on my chest, she looks up and asks, “did you bring the Batmobile?”
Confused at her question and with the blood currently all being directed to my cock, I grunt out, “uh-huh.”
Then she does something that blows my mind. Her hand slides down my chest, she has my belt and jeans undone before my brain can catch up with what she’s doing. Reaching into my boxers, she frees my cock, stroking up and down softly.
My cock is already fucking hard, pre-cum leaking from my tip, Alyssa drops to her knees and looks up at me. I swear I could fucking come just from seeing her in front of me on her knees. She swipes her tongue, licking my shaft from my balls up to the tip before swirling her tongue around the tip. She repeats this action two more times before she takes me into her mouth fully.
It takes everything in me not to come as soon as I hit the back of her throat. Alyssa moans around my cock, sending vibrations right down to my balls, before swallowing.
“Fuck me.”
She looks up and smiles around my cock before sliding her mouth right up to the tip and back down again. I’m not going to last long. The wet, warm feel of her mouth, her eyes peering up at me, it’s too much. I can feel my balls start to tighten, tingling sensations running down my spine. Grabbing the sides of face, I hold her still as I pump my cock in and out of her.
“I’m gonna come,” I warn her, giving her the chance to pull back.
She grabs my ass and pulls me into her mouth, sucking harder. I c
ome in long hot spurts down her throat and she swallows every last drop. She licks my cock clean before I lift her up, holding her chin as I claim her mouth with my own. I can taste myself on her, but I couldn’t fucking care.
“That was the best damn blowjob I’ve ever had,” I praise her, using my thumb to rub her now swollen bottom lip.
She pulls away, creasing her eyebrows. “If you ever want to receive another of those, from me,” she pauses to point to herself dramatically, “you’d be best not to mention previous blowjobs from other women.”
I can’t help but smile, I love that she gets jealous. It goes both ways.
“Sunshine, you did know I wasn’t a virgin, right?” I ask her just to tease.
The question backfires on me when she answers, “oh, I know you weren’t, but guess what, neither was I.”
She smirks and pushes past me through the doorway, making her way downstairs. It takes me a while to clear my head of the rage I encounter at thoughts of her with another man.
Walking out to the car after making sure Alyssa’s door was locked, I’m stopped in my tracks when I see Alyssa hugging Bray who notices my approach and smirks as he wraps his arms around her waist.
“What the fuck?” I yell as I approach, ripping her away from him and holding her against my chest.
As Bray laughs and dodges my right hook, Alyssa turns in my arms and smiles as she says, “relax Zac, I was just thanking him for last night. You know, for saving me from getting more than just a light bruise on my face.”
At the mention of the bruise on her face my eyes zone into her cheek and my rage only heightens. “You couldn’t do that without having his arms wrapped around you?” I sulk, I know I’m sulking, but I can’t seem to help it.
Alyssa wraps her arms around me, standing on her tiptoes she whispers in my ear, “it was your cock that was literally in my mouth not five minutes ago. I don’t think you need to be jealous of your own brother.” She smiles and turns to Bray, “wipe the smile off your face before I let him unleash on you. Now are you driving me to work or do I need to call an Uber? Because I’m too late for the train now.”
The thought of her getting on the train sends my blood cold, I grunt out, “you’re not catching a fucking train.”
Bray goes to climb into the passenger seat.
“Not a fucking chance, get in the back.” Pushing him out of the way, I hold the door open for Alyssa to climb in. Pulling out of the driveway, I grab her hand and bring her wrist to my mouth before resting our joined hands on my thigh. The first time I did this, I noticed how much she melted and relaxed into her seat, just like she does now.
Nearing the hospital, I ask her, “what time do you finish? I’ll pick you up.”
She looks over at me. “I finish at midnight, but you don’t have to pick me up, I can get a train or an Uber, it’s fine, really.”
I can’t help the rage that comes over me. “Like fuck you will get a fucking train at midnight. Are you crazy? It doesn’t matter, I’ll be here to take you home.”
I hear Bray clear his throat in the back seat as he pretends to be busy on his phone, Alyssa doesn’t miss it either.
“You’re either are a control freak or have serious issues with people catching trains. I’m good with either option right now because I really freaking like your cars and appreciate the ride.”
Bray clears his throat again, unsuccessfully disguising a laugh. Alyssa turns around in her seat facing him.
“Care to share why you got arrested this morning and had to drag Zac out of bed to bail you out?”
The fact that she knew why I had to go and help Bray both surprises and confuses me. How the hell did she know that he got arrested? As I’m racking my brain trying to figure out how she knew, Bray slaps the back of my head.
“You told her? What happened to bro code man, bro’s before—”
I cut in not letting him finish his sentence. “I swear to god Bray, if you finish that sentence you’ll find yourself walking home.” He smartly shuts his mouth.
“He didn’t have to tell me, Reilly sent me a message this morning worried about you and the fact you got taken away in handcuffs.” Turning back to face the front Alyssa continues, “so why did you get arrested, Bray?”
“It’s a need to know basis, and you, dearie, do not need to worry your pretty little head about it,” Bray says so matter of fact.
Alyssa turns back and shoots daggers at him. “That’s fine I don’t need to know, but there is something you need to know.” She waits for him to acknowledge her.
“And what’s that?” he asks.
“Oh, you know, just that if you hurt my friend I will rip your balls off, cook them in spaghetti and feed them to you. I’d hate to have to tell Zac that I deformed his one and only brother.” She thinks about this for a second before looking at me, “wait, there aren’t any more of you right?”
“Nope, just me, Bray, and Ella,” I say.
Deciding it best to change the subject before she questions any further into the family I ask Bray, “I need you to put feelers out for a new PR manager.”
He grumbles that he’s on it, but Alyssa suddenly gets excited. “Wait, you’re looking for a new PR manager? For the club?”
Her excitement is contagious and I can’t help but smile at her. “if you want the job sunshine, it’s yours.”
Bray coughs in the backseat and I shoot him a glare that he catches through the rear-view mirror. Alyssa’s laugh fills the car, it’s a laugh that I could listen to all day, a laugh I want to hear a lot more of.
“I don’t think I’m qualified to be your PR manager Zac, but I do happen to be very good friends with someone who does have a degree in public relations and is currently between jobs.”
I would have given her the job whether she could do it or not, just because it would mean I would see more of her. Curious to know which friend she is referring to, I ask, “who’s your friend?”
Alyssa looks at me a moment before she rushes out, “Reilly.” Noticing my screwed-up face she adds, “I know what you’re thinking, but she really is good at what she does.”
“Not a fucking chance,” Bray grunts from the backseat.
It’s a good thing it’s not his club, and just to rub that fact home I tell Alyssa, “tell Reilly, she’s got the job and to meet me at the club in two hours.” I wait for her squeal and happy dance to stop before I finish my thought, “on a one-month trial basis, but no promises, sunshine.”
Bray curses to himself in the backseat, Alyssa looks back at him but decides not to say anything.
“I’m going to text her now, I promise you won’t be disappointed.” Alyssa texts back and forward with who I assume is Reilly for the rest of the trip.
Pulling up in front of the hospital, I hop out and walk around to the passenger door, reaching a hand in I help her out and pull her straight into me. Stepping back and away from the car, I slam my lips down on hers, claiming her, not caring if anyone is watching.
Pulling back, I brush her swollen lip with my thumb. “I love these lips, I don’t think I’ve ever enjoyed kissing someone so much before.”
Raising an eyebrow at me, she says, “really? You’re going to ruin this moment by comparing me to past conquests?”
“Sunshine, you are anything but a conquest, you’re my tomorrow.” Pulling her in and hugging her tight, I bury my head into her neck, inhaling the strawberry-vanilla scent I can’t seem to get enough of.
“Mmm, and you’re a charmer GQ, but I really do need to get in there.”
I reluctantly let her go. “Make sure you’re free tomorrow. I’m taking you on a date. No friends, no annoying siblings. Just you and me, sunshine.”
“Sounds like a plan,” she says as she walks away.
“I’ll see you at twelve,” I call out to remind her I’ll be picking her up.
I have gone through all the tasks I need Reilly to get done before the weekend. I’m a little surprised at the difference I’m seeing in Re
illy today, she’s the utmost professional and nothing like the drunk girl I saw last night attempting to teach my girlfriend how to fucking pole dance. I’m about to show her to her office when my phone pings with the song “My Girl” by The Temptations.
Smiling because I know it’s Alyssa, I answer her call. “Sunshine, I assure you, your friend is gainfully employed.”
Hearing her laugh brightens my smile even further, I don’t recall a time when I’ve smiled so damn much before, but I think I like it.
“That’s good to know, but it’s not the reason I called,” she giggles.
“Not that I don’t love hearing your voice, but do you care to share with me why you called?”
I notice Reilly looking down at her phone, busying herself and attempting to hide the fact that her eyebrows just shot up to her hairline.
I’m making my way out of the office before what Alyssa says next stops me in my tracks, “I called to thank you for the roses of course, they are beautiful Zac, thank you.”
Hearing the joy in her voice makes me wish I did send her flowers.
“Sunshine, as much as I would like to say those roses are from me, they’re not,” I grunt out, whoever the fuck is sending my woman roses is a fucking dead man walking.
“Well, if you didn’t send them, who did?” she asks quietly.
I don’t miss the shake in her voice. Is she scared? She has no reason to be scared.
“Is there a card with the flowers, Alyssa?” I ask, desperate to know who just made it to my hit list.
Reilly’s eyes go wide as she shakes her head no. My eyebrows draw together, confusion at her reaction taking over.
Alyssa replies in a shaky voice, “y … yes there is. I didn’t open it because I the thought you sent them, Zac.”
Her reaction to receiving flowers from an unknown sender sends chills down my spine. Why is she so fucking scared?
Attempting to calm her, I tell her, “sunshine, it’s ok. Read the card to me, what does it say?”
